Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

He positioned his erection between my legs and pressed. His eyes squeezed shut for a moment, his teeth clenching. “You like that thought,” he gritted out.

When I didn’t answer he opened his eyes and thrust against me, sending a streak of want through me. “You like that?” he demanded. “You want it?”

“Yes, I want it,” I huffed, frustrated, tortured!

He grinned. “My dirty little princess. Who knew?”

This time I laughed at his teasing. “Not me.”

I felt the rumble of his own laughter and then I felt nothing but the heat of his mouth as he wrapped it around my left nipple and sucked.

Hard.

My body writhed, bucking off the bed, and I gripped the sheets in my hands to stop myself from reaching for him, from taking back control.

“You can touch me,” he whispered across my nipple. “I want you to. Just remember I’m in charge.”

As he turned his attention to my other breast I moved my hands to his shoulders, stroking his hot, smooth skin, and then I curled my fingers tightly into his soft dark hair as he tormented my nipples until they were swollen, almost painful buds. Until I was so ready to come it wasn’t even funny.

“Vaughn,” I begged, tugging hard on his hair.

He reached for my hands, gripped my wrists, and slammed them back above my head. “If you can’t play nice . . .” he warned.

And then his lips were moving down my stomach, his tongue licking my belly button, before moving south. My lower belly rippled in a mini-orgasm as his mouth neared closer to where I wanted it the most.

My legs fell open, inviting him in, and I heard his grunt of satisfaction seconds before his tongue touched my clit.

Need slammed through me and my hips pushed into his mouth. He gripped them, pressing them back to the mattress, and then he truly began his torture.

He suckled my clit, pulling on it hard, and he listened to my body. He listened to my harsh, shallow breaths; he studied the undulations of my hips; and just when I was about to come, he stopped.

I cried out in frustration. “Please.”

His grip on my hips became almost bruising.

And then his tongue was back, this time licking inside me. I writhed because it wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

Hearing my whimpers, Vaughn returned to my clit, let go of my left hip, and gently pushed two fingers inside of me.

“Oh, God!” I bucked against him as he finger- and mouth-fucked me. “Vaughn.”

And then the bastard did it again. Just as I was about to explode over the edge, he stopped.

“No!” I felt tears prick my eyes.

But that was only the beginning.

Vaughn tortured me with longing, just as promised, drawing his seduction to a halt every time I was about to orgasm.

I lay beneath him, staring up at him balefully. No man had ever made my body feel like this.

Made me feel like this.

I almost hated him for it.

As if Vaughn saw that in my eyes, he smiled in dark satisfaction.

“Is this what you want?” My mouth trembled with the urge to cry. I ha