Page 62 of The Sweetest Mistake

“But I didn’t say for how long.”

“Connor.”

“You want more, don’t you? God knows I do. I can’t be this close to you and not want to touch you.”

He’d covered up her right breast, but now he was fondling her left one, which he’d uncovered without her even realizing it. The haze of lust was already settling over her, and she melted into his touch. Taking a step forward, she rubbed up against his erection, feeling the distinct outline of him through the swim trunks.

Suddenly, Connor pulled back.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking at him with concern.

“I forgot I was wearing your dad’s trunks. We have to go back before I…”

Giggling, she said, “Oh, right. You can drive.”

There was no need to spell it out. They both wanted the same thing, and the urgency propelled them back to the lake house as fast as the pontoon boat would go.

Chapter Nineteen

Once the boat was docked, they didn’t waste any time. Connor took the grocery bags, and they hurried back up the path to the house. They stopped off in the kitchen just long enough to put the sandwiches in the refrigerator, and then Connor picked her up in his arms and carried her through to the living room.

“Where to?” he asked.

“Upstairs,” she replied, her lips nuzzling his neck.

He kept her in his hold and took the stairs like they were nothing.

“Now where?”

“To the left, last door on the right.”

He didn’t set her down until they were inside, and then he immediately removed her dad’s trunks and tossed them aside.

She smiled as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close before leaning down and capturing her mouth in a long, luxurious kiss.

“God, I missed you,” he said afterward.

“I missed you too,” she admitted.

He made quick work of removing her cover-up and tossed it over his shoulder, where it landed on top of her dresser, and then he paused to admire her for a moment.

“I want you to know something, Jules.”

Placing her palms on his chest, she felt the pounding of his heart. She’d expected to already be naked by now, so she was surprised that he’d stopped to talk.

“This isn’t just about sex to me. What we have…what I feel…”

“It’s okay. We don’t have to talk right now,” she said, smoothing her hands down his arms, finding his hands, and entwining their fingers together.

“Just let me say this.”

“Okay.”

“It may have started out that way, but it…you…mean so much more to me now. I’m not very good at this, am I?’

She smiled, wanting to assure him that he was a lot better at it than he thought, but then he continued.

“When you took off on me, I thought…well, I realized how much I wanted you in my life. And I know I probably don’t deserve you, but…”