Don't Tell (Don't 1)

“Yeah, it was one date. But I knew there wouldn’t be a second one if I didn’t say something.” He winked.

I knew my resistance was at an all-time low. That small gesture was what I needed. It was the push I wanted to send me into his arms.

He set his wine glass on the ledge, before grabbing my waist and roughly tugging me to his chest.

My eyes lifted to his and his mouth came crashing down on mine. I melted into his hands. His tongue lashed and twisted with a fury I was desperate for. I loved how he nipped and sucked at my lips as he were starving for them. As he craved the way they tasted as much as I craved his.

My hands slid against his neck. My fingers pressed into his skin, absorbing the heat from each touch.

Somewhere along the way he lifted me from the patio and tugged my legs around his hips.

“No roommate tonight?” he whispered.

I shook my head. “No roommate.”

He staggered forward, gripping my ass with his palms and deposited me onto the chaise lounge. My brain turned off and my body turned on.

His body followed, pressing his full weight against me. The kissing burned a fire from my mouth to my throat and behind my ears. His hands traveled over my hips and I bucked instinctively when he rubbed the heel of his palm over the mound between my legs.

It escalated faster than our first night on the roof. He had made me come once before, and it was all I could think about. How his fingers played me to pure pleasure.

I gasped when his hand slipped between the band of my yoga pants and my skin. My back sank into the cushions as he pried between my legs. With one flick over my clit, I closed my eyes, knowing this was everything I needed.

It wasn’t enough for Vaughn. He yanked at the corners of my pants, shirking them over my hips, down my thighs, and onto the floor. His fingers dove under my panties, this time with more freedom to move and play how he wanted.

The kisses came faster as I rocked into his hand.

“I want more than this,” he growled into my neck.

Without hesitation, he slid between my legs, hooking the panties with his thumb and exposing me to the night air. His dark eyes were molten with lust. The kind that looked as if he could eat me alive. I knew he was about to.

His head dipped low between my thighs. His palms shoved my knees out of his way as he plunged the scruff of his face against the most sensitive part of my legs. I whimpered, but he pursued my pleasure, tracing a line between my slit with his finger before sinking it deep inside me.

He pumped in and out, added another finger and then lashed his tongue wildly over my clit.

“Oh God,” I cried, grabbing a fistful of his hair. I pushed his head toward my body just as my body ricocheted with ecstasy.

He sucked as the spiral of darkness canvassed my body. I couldn’t see or hear. Only feel. As the last remnants rippled through me Vaughn kissed the inside of my thigh and looked at me. His gaze lusty and wicked.

I exhaled and let my head fall back onto the chaise.

I bounced gently as he eased himself off the chair. I opened my eyes. His hand was outstretched.

“Let’s go inside.”

9

We walked through the apartment in silence. Vaughn paused on the other side of the couch and I led him to my room. I didn’t worry about the boxes or the piles of clothes. I locked the door in place.

I swiveled on my heels at the foot of the bed as his hand wrapped around my neck, dragging my lips to his. I surrendered to the kiss as he stripped the tank top over my head. I reached for the buttons on his crisp shirt, but he pushed my hands out of the way, discarding his clothes faster than I could have.

Our bodies aligned. Skin touching skin. Hands groping and mouths sucking and licking.

My back fell on the bed as he crawled toward me. I could taste my arousal on his lips and it was erotic. I kissed him harder.

I didn’t have sex with men like Vaughn. Men who were confident and sexy with just a smile or a look. Men who knew how to use their hands to draw pleasure from my body. Men who kissed me like they owned me.

His hands tangled in my hair as he breathed over my lips. I searched the darkness for his mouth. His body rubbed against mine. His chest pressing into my breasts until my nipples were peaked and tender.