Page 71 of The Sweetest Mistake

“I scheduled a guys’ night out for next Saturday. I hope you don’t mind.”

Eyebrows raised, she said, “Why would I mind?”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to think I’m ditching you on a Saturday night.”

She laughed. “Connor, I’m perfectly capable of entertaining myself.”

His eyes widened. “I just got an amazing visual.”

“That’s not what I meant!”

“I was kidding, but not really. I liked watching you that time. I still replay it in my head.”

She squirmed even though she was secretly pleased. She liked that he was just as turned on by her as she was by him.

“It can happen again, ya know.”

He perked up. “Oh yeah? Like when?”

Shooting him a seductive smile, she stood and offered her hand. “How about right now?”

“Hell yeah,” he said and jumped off the couch.

By the time they got to her bedroom, he already had his shirt off and was unbuttoning his jeans.

“In a hurry much?” she teased.

“I’m not in a hurry, I’m anxious. There’s a difference,” he said as his pants hit the floor.

“I’m anxious too,” she said as she whipped her T-shirt off and tossed it aside.

Her bra went next, and her nipples stood at attention under his intense gaze.

“Damn, woman!”

He sucked in a breath when she stepped out of her jeans and panties, and she noticed he still hadn’t removed his boxers.

Crawling onto the bed, she propped herself up with pillows and leaned back so she could still see him. “I guess I’ll have to get started without you,” she said. Who knew she had a temptress inside her? Knowing she was safe with Connor, she felt free to let go of her inhibitions and explore, and his reactions spurred her on.

Raising her hands to her chest, she cupped her breasts, feeling their weight before brushing her fingers over her taut nipples. Smiling, he watched her and started to remove his boxers, his erection springing forth just as her right hand disappeared between her legs.

Swallowing hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, he said, “Are you wet for me?”

His voice sounded deeper in the dim light of her bedroom, and her breath quickened.

“Yes,” she said.

“Good. Keep going while I get a condom. I remembered this time.”

“Thank God,” she said as she grazed her fingers over her tight bud.

Keeping his eyes on her movements, he quickly sheathed himself, but he didn’t move until she beckoned him forward. Her body was on fire, and while she hadn’t minded starting without him, she wanted him to take her to the finish line.

Crawling over her, he pulled her hand away and replaced it with his erection. “My turn,” he growled.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as he pushed inside, their bodies molding together perfectly.

Once he was buried deep, he lowered his head to capture her lips. The man was an expert kisser. First, he sucked her full bottom lip between his, the pressure causing the slightest bit of pain before he released it and ran his tongue across it.