Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

I felt a little drool at the corner of my mouth watching his tight ass in his black jeans as he bent to throw the

ball. His form wasn’t too bad actually, having a natural understanding of how to move it to get the best results.

I was not surprised when he knocked down eight of the ten pins.

He turned to me, expression serious. “I can do better.”

“You knocked down eight,” I disagreed. “That’s awesome.”

“I can do better.”

I’d never met a man who was so competitive with himself. He had to do his best in everything. It was exhausting. “Your need to be the best at everything is exhausting.”

Vaughn didn’t even flinch at my honesty. Instead he walked up to me, wrapped an arm around my waist, and drew me in for a quick, sweet kiss. When he pulled back he murmured, “If I didn’t need to be the best at everything, princess, you would have had a lot less orgasms this week.”

My belly fluttered and I felt an answering tingle between my legs. I swear to God, this man now had more control over my body than I did. “Right. Well. I wouldn’t want you to stop being who you are.”

He grinned, smug. “That’s what I thought.”

“You’re lucky I find you funny, Tremaine,” I warned him. “Arrogance is usually off-putting.”

“Then you’re lucky I find arrogance attractive, too.”

“Uh!” I pushed him away. “I am not arrogant.”

He laughed. “You are so arrogant.”

“I am not!”

“You think you’re one of the best attractions around here, princess.” He snatched me back toward him. “And you would be right. So never change.”

I melted into him. “Do I really come off arrogant?”

“Only with me, but if you haven’t noticed, it gets me hot.”

We did this thing we’d been doing a lot this past week: falling into each other’s eyes. That almost always led to sex. “We’re supposed to be bowling,” I whispered.

“Fine. First we bowl, then we fuck.”

I smacked his arm. “We are in public.”

Chuckling, he pulled reluctantly away from me and gestured to the bowling balls. “Your turn.”

As I was setting myself up to bowl, I glanced over my shoulder at Vaughn and found him staring at my ass. I grinned, loving how sexy he made me feel. “Oy, Tremaine.”

He dragged his gaze up to my face. He’d sat down to watch me, had his arms draped over the seats on either side of him, lounging with his legs out and his ankles crossed. Without even meaning to he gave off an air of power and superiority. He could turn any chair into a throne, even the little plastic bench chairs in a bowling alley.

I gave him a coy, curious smile. “You ever had sex on the beach?”

Vaughn quirked a brow. “What made you think of that?”

“When I mentioned we were in public”—I shrugged—“and we were talking about sex . . . I wondered if you’d ever done it somewhere public.”

“When I was younger,” he said. “Club restrooms.”

“With girls you didn’t know?”

“Yes.”