The Perfect Mistake (The Connovan Chronicles #2)

by Olivia Hayle

“Isabel,” he mutters. He glides his hands down the sides of my body, fingers just barely touching the outer curves of my tits and waist. They land on my hips and pull me closer. “What do you want to do next?” I wet my lips. “Right now?” There’s a smile in his voice. “Well, I only have minutes until I need to wake the kids up, so no. But between us. When do you want me? And how?” The questions, asked in his deep, hoarse voice, make my head spin. Somehow, I thought he’d take charge. I wanted him to. Wanted to fall into his arms and let him sweep me away. But I don’t say that. It feels… Well. Vulnerable, I suppose. To say those kinds of things out loud. “Still shy?” His hand slides down my thigh, grabbing the back of my knee. He pulls it up and wraps it around his hip. “Maybe you can read some of those books of yours. Get some inspiration. Use their language.” That makes my cheeks heat even further. If he only knew. But the way he looks at me makes me think he does. “What do you want to do next?” I murmur. He shakes his head, but there’s a slow smile spreading over his lips. It makes everything inside of me tighten. “Sweetheart, every filthy thing there is. I want to make you come against my tongue again. I want to spend a night seeing how many condoms we can go through. I want you naked, pleasure-drunk, and tired in my bed.” He kisses me again, and it’s slow and deep. “But most of all, I want to learn every single way to give you an orgasm, so I can do it over and over again...