Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

Higher and higher he pushed me toward the cliff edge that would take me up and over into heaven, and just as I was nearing the top he pressed his face to my breasts and gritted out, “I can’t wait.”

I didn’t need to ask what that meant. I eased his head back, cupped his face in my hands, and rose up. We moaned into each other’s mouths at the feel of his thick cock moving inside of me.

And then I began to ride him, so close to coming I lost control, riding him hard, needing the delicious satisfaction I only ever found with him.

“Fuck!” he bit out, his hands squeezing my breasts as I went wild on him.

And then I hit the top, stiffened on the cliff edge, and launched over, crying out his name. I shuddered and pulsed around his cock and his thumbs dragged over my nipples as he tensed beneath me. Seconds later his cock swelled and throbbed inside me, and as I came down from my own orgasm I felt the wet of his release.

Holy hell.

I collapsed against him, completely ruined in the best way possible.

Almost purring, I snuggled into him as he held me close, caressing my back in this soothing, tender way that, combined with the aftershocks of that outrageous orgasm, made me want to cry.

“Was it everything you hoped it would be?” Vaughn teased, sounding content.

I snuggled closer to him. “More. So much more, Tremaine.”

He chuckled and hugged me. “I should get you back home.”

“In a minute. This feels too nice to end it just yet.”

“There will be more times like this in the future.”

“I know. But this is the first time. I want to be able to remember every second of it.”

Vaughn was quiet a moment as he stroked my back, and then . . . “I love you.”

Fear penetrated the loveliness of the moment.

I pulled back to face him. He stared up at me and, sure enough, that look in his eyes, that soulful, smoldering look, was filled with the kind of love no man had ever looked at me with.

And it terrified me.

Unable to give him the answer he wanted, I kissed him. I kissed him with everything I was willing to give and had to hope that for now it was enough.

TWENTY-SIX

Vaughn

After a night like the one he’d just had Vaughn should have been feeling relaxed, satisfied, and more than content with his lot in life. However, the next day as Graham talked at him about introducing a custom object relating to the state of Delaware to use as an eco reuse-your-linen card instead of the actual card or something . . . Vaughn had to admit he was only half listening.

Bailey still hadn’t said she loved him.

He’d said it to her a number of times now and still no reciprocation.

Vaughn knew he should be patient. Although it felt like they’d been together a long time it was technically just over two weeks.

But . . . the problem was that intuition of his told him that Bailey Hartwell was falling in love with him. No woman had ever looked at him the way Bailey had last night as he dropped her off at home.

Like she loved him.

And just when he thought she was going to say it, she bit her lip and walked away.

Which meant she didn’t trust him enough to tell him.

Fuck.