One Mistake(14)

He may not have been in a hurry, but I was dying to feel him release inside of me. I moved my body faster, hurrying him. My hands slipped lower on his back until I was grabbing his ass, clasping at him and pushing him even deeper. With each thrust, I circled my hips until I felt him let go at the same time as me, our bodies jerking and shuddering together as I held him against me.

William collapsed on top of me from the exertion but now he rolled off me, pulling me with him so that I lay on his chest. He combed his hands through my hair repeatedly as we both waited for our hearts to settle and our breathing to calm.

“I can’t stay away from you,” I confessed. “I try. I tell myself that it will be better for both of us. But my body won’t listen. It’s like I’m drawn to you.”

“I know.” William’s chest rose as he took a deep breath. “Trust me, I know.”

“Do you think your parents might have been right about us? That this is doomed to end.”

“I don’t know. I have never been a fan of listening to my parents.” I looked up at William when he asked, “What about your parents? Have you told them about us?”

“No.”

“No. Alright.” William looked miffed. “Are you planning to tell them about us?”

The conversation made me realize just how little we actually knew about each other. We didn’t exactly spend a lot of time talking. I pushed away from William and sat on the bed, pulling off my heels, thigh highs and bra so that I was completely naked, but free. I hugged my knees to my chest and took a deep breath.

“My parents are dead, William.” I felt his hand on the small of my back.

“I’m sorry, Livy.”

“How could you know? It’s not like we ever talk about anything important.” I could hear the bitterness in my voice.

“You’re right,” William agreed. “We should talk more.”

I gave him a sly smile. “It’s not really our fault. We just happen to be really good at other things.”

William returned my smile. He pushed back on the bed so that he was sitting up as well. “Ask me something, Olivia. Anything.”

I tapped my chin thoughtfully. Finally, we were getting to the good stuff. I had a chance to learn about the real William Connor. “You’ve never taken anyone home to meet your parents until me. Why?”

William leaned his head back and half-closed his eyes. “I don’t know.”

“Terrible answer.” I slapped his leg. “You can do better than that.”

“Olivia, I honestly don’t know. I have no idea why I decided it would be a good idea to introduce you to those people.” A smile threatened to appear. “You’re just so different from the other women I’ve dated.”

“Tell me about them.” I didn’t really want to hear about these other women, but I wanted to know more about William.

“There’s not much to tell.”

“What was your longest relationship?”

William looked away. “I don’t know. Six months?”

“So, Holly?” I felt a twisting in my chest.

He shrugged. “I guess. But I wouldn’t exactly say we had a serious relationship. It just took me awhile to get around to breaking up with her.”

“You realize that makes you sound like a total jerk?”

William sat up abruptly. “Fine. Here goes. I’ve dated a lot of women, especially when I was younger. I have a lot of money, and it’s hard to find quality women. So eventually I stopped looking and settled for easy women. I had a lot of meaningless sex. Occasionally, I kept one of those women around for a little while. By the time I met Holly, I thought I was ready to have a real relationship, so I tried to make it work. But it didn’t take long to realize she was only after my money, so I ended it.” He reached over and rested his palm on my cheek. “Then I met you, and everything changed.”

“How do I know you aren’t just saying what I want to hear to keep the sex coming?” Even as I asked the question, I knew he wasn’t just bullshitting me.

William actually laughed. “Have you been paying attention? You made me beg and plead on multiple occasions for you to even give me a chance. If I was just looking for sex, I would’ve moved on a long time ago. And I certainly wouldn’t have introduced you to my mother. She’s a giant cock-block.”

I laughed loudly at that. He was right.

“My turn?” William asked. I could tell he had a list of questions he was dying to ask me. I cringed a little, but said yes.

“When we were at the shelter, you seemed to know everything about that place. Down to the minutest of details, like where they keep the matches.” William’s hand had slid to my back and his fingertips grazed a light path down my spine. “You didn’t just volunteer there, did you?