Page 63 of The Sweetest Mistake

“Stop saying that.”

“But I would never purposely hurt you. I think we’ve got something really special here, and I’d like to see where it goes. That is, if you’re willing to stick it out with me.”

Julia was nodding, but he didn’t seem to notice. He just kept on talking.

“And I know it won’t be easy, especially with Cam and Ava in the picture, but I’m willing to give it my best shot if you will too.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she said, giggling softly. “I’ve been nodding my head during your entire speech.”

“Oh. You have?”

“Yes. And yes, I’m willing to ‘stick it out’ with you, as you so eloquently put it.”

“I’m not very good with words,” he said, scratching the back of his head.

“There’s another way,” she whispered.

His head snapped up.

“You can show me.”

“Now, that, I’m good at.”

Sliding his hands up her back, he untied her bikini strings, freeing her breasts from their confines. He then lifted the top over her head and tossed it over his shoulder, where it landed on top of her cover-up.

“How are you doing that?” she said, laughing.

“I have no idea,” he said, his voice thick with desire.

Next, he dropped to his knees in front of her, tucked his fingers in the sides of her bikini bottoms, and slowly slid them down her legs.

Instead of tossing the bottoms over his shoulder, he pushed them aside and scooted in closer, his face lined up with her…

“Ohhhh,” she moaned as his tongue flicked out to tease her. And then he did it again before looking up at her through hooded eyes.

“More?” he asked, his breath blowing over the spot that he’d just kissed.

“Yes, please.”

Cupping her bottom firmly, he proceeded to lick, kiss, and nibble until she became so lightheaded she had to grip his shoulders for support.

“Connor.”

But he didn’t show any signs of stopping, and so she held on for the ride, and oh, what a ride it was. She moaned unabashedly, and somehow, her hands were now entangled in his hair, and she was pushing his head forward as far as it could go.

When he found the magic button, she exploded, releasing all her pent-up emotions in one long, ecstatic cry.

Her entire body had gone limp, so she was grateful when Connor picked her up and carried her to the bed. Her eyes clouded with desire, she watched as he quickly removed his boxer briefs. But when he crawled over her, he frowned.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, confused.

“I don’t have any condoms with me.”

“None?”

“No. I came up here to talk to you, and I didn’t want to assume that anything else would happen.”

She smiled then, so wide that she knew her gums were showing, but she didn’t care.