“You!” She gestured to him in exasperation. “You’re being perfect right now and you have to stop.”
Laughter filled his voice. “Why would I stop?”
“Because it makes me want to have sex with you all the time. Like all the time. And my vagina might eventually break!”
Vaughn threw his head back laughing so hard he almost swerved. No woman in his acquaintance had ever used the word “vagina” in a sentence, let alone worried about how too much sex with him would break it. God, he loved this crazy, cute, sexy woman.
She smacked his arm, laughing. “Stop it!”
“You’re laughing,” he argued.
“But I’m being serious.”
“Bailey, your vagina is not going to break from overuse. It might get a little sore . . .” He grinned, taking a perverse kind of pleasure in the idea of “overusing” her.
“Oh, you’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
He had a flash memory of the night before and how hard she’d come while he fucked her with her hands tied to the bedposts. “Yes.”
She didn’t respond to that. “You can’t help with Dahlia but thank you for offering.”
“You’re welcome. As for two: Vanessa is still staying at the Grand and partying at Germaine’s. That seems to be the extent of her social life at the moment.”
“How do you know that?”
“I’ve been keeping an eye on things.” He reached over to squeeze her knee and instantly regretted it because all he wanted to do was slide his hand up her skirt. Seriously, the woman had him hornier than a schoolboy.
Patience.
He withdrew his hand. “I told you I wouldn’t let anything happen to you or the inn.”
“I know. Thank you for that, too.”
“Again you’re welcome. Now. About three.” He shot her a look and saw her tense. “I’m glad you feel that way,” he admitted, marveling at how much easier it got daily to be honest with her about his feelings. “I feel that way, too. I’m not saying that I’m going to change overnight, because I’ve spent my whole life working too hard and I imagine it’s not going to be an easy habit to break. But I want to see you.” He shot her another look and found her smiling at him. “A lot. You know, I’ve never taken two evenings in a row off work before.”
“Never?”
“Never.”
“That’s a good sign.”
“A very good sign. We just need to take each day as it comes; try and work this thing out.”
“But now at least I know we’re on the same page,” Bailey said. “We both want to see each other more.”
Vaughn’s chest swelled with deepening emotion at the giddy, glamorous smile on her face. It felt like he’d waited forever to be the man she smiled at that way.
“So.” She wiggled in her seat and brushed her hand over the dash of his Aston Martin. “Where are you taking me in this beautiful car?”
“The movies.”
She was quiet a moment. “Um . . . the movies are back that way. You know . . . in town.”
He smirked, enjoying the little game he was playing. “The movies in Hartwell are back that way. We’re not going to the movies in Hartwell.”
“Why not?”
“Because the movies at the mall are better.”