“Benita.” Vaughn’s hand cupped her shoulder. His voice held a note of caution. Was he close to the edge? So was she.
She ran her tongue over the length of him, then drew him back into her mouth. Benita cupped his hips and found a rhythm for her ministrations. She wanted him to know this is what he’d have—and more—if he moved to L.A. with her.
“Benny, wait.” He sounded urgent.
Benita took him deeper, moving her tongue over him. Vaughn stepped back, his breathing ragged.
“I want to come inside you.” He helped her to stand, then escorted her to the living room.
Benita watched as he tossed his sofa cushions to the floor. He came back to her, swept her from her feet, and carried her to the makeshift bed. He laid her on the cushions, then braced himself on his arms above her. “This is what I want.”
Vaughn cupped her breast, kneading it and pinching her nipple as he gazed into her eyes. Benita couldn’t lay still. Her legs shifted restlessly on the pile of cushions as sensation radiated from the tip of her breast to the core of her desire.
“I thought you were going to come inside me.” Her voice was broken and breathless.
“I am.” Vaughn lowered his head and kissed her.
He stroked his tongue across the seam of her lips at the same time that he separated her folds with his fingers. Benita shivered with surprise. He penetrated her mouth with his tongue as he pressed first one finger, then a second inside her. Benita gasped. Vaughn deepened their kiss. He picked up a rocking motion with his hand. His thumb stroked her clitoris. Benita spread her thighs, hungry for his attention. Her hips lifted to him, twisting under the sensation. And then he stopped.
“Vaughn.” Benita gritted his name past her teeth. “I need you.”
“I need you, too.” He gave her a full-body caress with both of his hands. His palms moved over her breasts, down her torso, past her hips.
His mouth followed. Vaughn kissed her nipples, then took her breast into his mouth. Benita’s core heated again. She felt her desire pool inside her. Vaughn kissed his way down her body, lingering at her navel, her waist, her hips. His breath blew against her nest of curls. Desire flowed freely now. Vaughn dragged his fingers through her soft shield. Her lips trembled. Benita’s muscles tightened with anticipation. Then he cupped her derriere and lifted her to his mouth. Benita gasped in surprise, anticipation. Joy. Vaughn kissed her intimately, deeply, over and over and over again. He licked her. He sipped her. And when he slipped his fingers inside her again, a fireworks display exploded behind her tightly closed eyelids. Blood pounded in her ears. Wave after wave of sensation rolled over her. Her body shook and tossed like a toy lifeboat at sea. Vaughn kissed her one last time, then lay her hips back down on the cushion.
Benita spread her thighs as the echoes of pleasure still pulsed inside her. They’d stopped using condoms years before. Benita was on an oral contraceptive and they were both clean. Vaughn came to her and with one long, smooth thrust joined with her. Benita’s body trembled with sensation.
Vaughn’s heart pounded in his chest so hard he thought it would punch its way free. Benita was driving him crazy with desire. It was more than her sultry body, the sexy way she kissed, or the seductive way she touched. It was the way she looked at him that said they were together. It was the way she reached for him as though she needed him close. He held her gaze as he moved inside her. He felt her inner muscles squeezing him. He clenched his teeth as sweat broke out all over his body.
He whispered with his lips beside her ear. “None of your tricks, vixen. I want to stay inside you a little bit longer.”
“Stay as long as you’d like.”
Vaughn groaned. He pressed against her and rolled his hips. She wrapped her legs around him and held him close. Vaughn gathered her against him and turned onto his back.
“Ride me.” Vaughn stared up at Benita as she straddled him. Her firm, curvy figure wore a sheen of perspiration. Her hazel eyes glowed with desire. Her hair was tangled around her heart-shaped face.
Benita smiled. She arched her back and set a rhythm that made his eyes cross. V
aughn cupped her breasts, letting her nipples graze his palms as they bounced in time with her movements. She rocked him, squeezed him, pressed her hips against him. Vaughn panted, straining toward completion. He felt himself slipping toward the edge. He released Benita’s breasts and cupped her thighs, holding on for dear life. He heard her groans like the lyrics to a song as her body urged her to pleasure with him. Vaughn raised his hips against her, deeper, harder. His body bowed with strain. He slipped his hand between Benita’s thighs and found her spot. He touched her. Benita gasped. Her body convulsed, drawing him with her over the edge, falling together and landing as one.
CHAPTER 14
“Thanks for cooking breakfast.” Vaughn accepted the plate of French toast and turkey bacon Benita handed him Friday morning.
She could smell him on the shirt he’d loaned her. His scent was a mixture of soap and cedar. Her heart squeezed.
“You’re welcome.” Benita carried her plate to Vaughn’s kitchen table and took the seat to his right. “I would’ve made the coffee, too.”
“You do many things well, sweetheart.” Vaughn gave her a teasing look. “Making coffee isn’t one of them.”
“Your inability to handle my high-octane java doesn’t make it bad.” Benita cut into her French toast. “I also appreciate the loan of your shirt.”
“It looks good on you.” The expression in Vaughn’s eyes as they skimmed the button-down powder blue shirt reminded Benita that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
She’d fastened only a few of the buttons. Vaughn’s gaze lingered on the gap at her neckline before moving lower to where the shirt’s hem fell to midthigh. Her body grew hungry for another form of sustenance.
“You don’t look so bad yourself.” Benita’s voice was breathless. Her eyes caressed the warm cream dress shirt that stretched across Vaughn’s broad shoulders and complimented his nutmeg skin. She’d bought him the brick red tie.