Page 38 of The Sweetest Mistake

Skimming his hand down her side, he slipped it under her shirt and drew tantalizing patterns on her skin with his fingertip.

It would have been so easy to close off her mind and surrender; however, she still felt conflicted about Cam. And since he’d said that he admired her honesty (not in those exact words, but still), she decided to capitalize on it.

“I know what you said about Cam wanting what’s best for Ava, but don’t you think she might have her own interests in mind too?”

“Such as?”

He seemed distracted as his hand drifted further up her shirt.

“You.”

His hand stilled, and he stared down at her with a bewildered expression.

“Oh, come on. That cocky guy I first met wouldn’t look so surprised,” she said.

“That was your description, not mine.”

“So, you don’t think she has any interest in you whatsoever?”

He shook his head. “No. I don’t. What we had was over a long time ago.”

“That’s the same for me and Alec, yet you seem to think he’s still interested in me.”

“That’s because he is.”

“How do you know?”

“I just do.”

She wanted to argue that she felt the same way about Cam but decided not to. Instead of harping on the subject with him, maybe it’d be better to go straight to the source. A woman-to-woman talk. That’s what she needed to put her mind at ease. Feeling better now that she’d set a course of action, Julia took Connor’s right hand and placed it on her breast.

“We done talking?” he asked, giving it a squeeze.

“I have just one more thing to say.” And after tormenting him with a dramatic pause, she said, “Undress me.”

Chapter Eleven

“My pleasure,” Connor said, and then he unwrapped her like a long-awaited-for gift on Christmas morning.

As often as they’d done this, he was still blown away by her beauty. The way her silky black hair fanned out over the pillow. How her eyelids became hooded as he caressed her skin. How responsive she was to every touch, every kiss, every lick.

He needed this. Needed her more every day.

Once he’d removed her clothes, he slid off the bed and gazed at her for a long moment, his eyes sweeping down the length of her curvy body and back up again. He liked doing this—soaking her up with his eyes before they made love.

Squirming beneath his gaze, her nipples tightened, and she clamped her legs together as if to shield herself.

“Don’t hide from me, Jules. Let me see you.”

“You do see me,” she said, her shaky voice another indicator of her arousal.

“All of you,” he said.

She seemed to be warring with herself until she slowly spread her legs apart.

Drawing in a ragged breath, Connor said, “So damn beautiful.”

And then she shot him that smile, the one she reserved just for him for when they were together like this.