Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

“Why does what have to be me?” He reached up to cup her face in his hand.

“That makes me lose all sense of willpower,” she whispered.

Gratification swelled inside him, as did something else, something headier, consuming . . . and not a little possessive. “Good.” His fingers curled around her nape. His mouth took hers. And he poured everything he was feeling into the kiss.

Bailey whimpered, hesitating a second or two, before he felt the resistance melt right out of her.

Her tongue swept over his, and the sweet taste of her filled him as the slender curves of her body crushed against him. Her light fruity perfume filled his senses, taking all thought but the urge to have her. He groaned at her surrender, his hands roaming her body frantically, wanting to feel all of her at once.

Plucking at the buttons of her shirt he tore his mouth from hers, wanting to taste every drop of her. He brushed kisses down her chest, following the skin that was revealed with each button he undid on her shirt. At the revelation of her beautiful, peaches-and-cream skin, so smooth, so fine, the blood that wasn’t currently in his dick rushed to it.

“God, Bailey,” he groaned again, kissing the soft skin of her stomach as he pulled the shirt down off her arms. Vaughn dropped the fabric at their feet and tilted his head back to look up at her.

Bailey’s chest heaved, her breathing ragged with arousal.

Vaughn stood to look directly into her eyes, wanting to make sure she wanted this as much as he did. Satisfaction roared through him as she stared up at him in dazed lust.

Wanting.

Needing.

Silent supplication in those beautiful green-gold eyes.

Yes.

That look shredded his control. This time his kisses were bruising. Before she had time to think Vaughn relieved her of her bra and edged her across the room toward the bed. Bailey’s legs hit the frame and they fell onto it. Vaughn came down over her, and he pushed up her tight skirt to her waist so he could insinuate himself between her legs. Finally he broke their kiss to focus on her breasts.

They were beautiful. Perfect. Every inch of her was.

He captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Vaughn,” she gasped, her thighs tightening around hi

s hips while her fingers curled in his hair.

He growled with satisfaction and licked her nipple before moving on to its companion.

“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her hips undulating against him, teasing his arousal.

A haze washed over him.

He wanted inside her.

Desperately.

Usually he loved spending time tormenting a woman, building her up and up until she thought she was going to die with pleasure. He got off on the sounds of their pleasure-pain pleading, and nothing had turned him on more than the night he’d heard Bailey’s pleas in his ears as he drove her to the brink of orgasm over and over. Because nothing was more fucking rewarding than watching a woman come that hard.

Nothing was more breathtaking than watching Bailey come that hard.

Yet right then all Vaughn could think about was getting inside her as fast as possible. The desire felt animalistic, instinctual, like he was trying to claim her.

If he wasn’t so overwhelmed with need, he might have been appalled.

He stared down into her flushed face. She stared up at him beneath her lashes, pure craving in the depths of her eyes. Her beautiful hair spilled in rich red across his pillows. Her large dark pink nipples were tight buds, her creamy, perky breasts swollen with arousal as they rose and fell with her shallow, excited breaths.

Fuck, but he’d never seen anything more provocative in his life, his dick agreeing as it strained to be free, to be inside of her. Fingers slipped beneath her underwear and he found her already wet with anticipation.

It was his undoing.