“You were meant for this role.” He touched his lips to hers. So soft. So sweet.
“Let’s just hope Ginny’s performed her last disappearing act.” She twined her arms around his neck. “I’ll speak with her tomorrow. But for tonight, it’s all about you.”
He was falling into her hazel brown eyes. Midnight rimmed her irises. The heat in their depth stoked a need deep inside him for this woman, only and always. She was magic, the way she made him feel. The things she made him want. In her eyes, he found his yesterday and today. What would it take to find his tomorrow?
Vaughn lowered his lips to Benita’s. She was soft and sweet, responding to his touch. He stroked the seam of her mouth with his tongue, asking her to let him in, into her mouth, into her life, into her heart. Benita opened for him. His tongue slipped inside and he tasted her. Sweet and soft. Hot and wet. She moaned as he deepened their kiss, a lyric he’d never get enough of.
Benita’s hands roamed his body. Gentle on his back. Feathering his jaw. Her fingers pressed into his shoulders. He broke their kiss and lifted away from her to slip the buttons free of her blouse.
“You have such pretty clothes.” He smiled into her heated gaze.
“So do you.” Benita tugged his shirt free of his waistband.
“But there are too many of them.” Vaughn stood from the sofa and gathered Benita into his arms. He carried her up the stairs.
She twined her arms around his neck. “Sofa’s not your style?”
Vaughn slid her a look. “Not with you.”
He lowered her to stand beside the bed. Benita stepped out of her shoes. Her loose purple blouse hung open over a flesh-colored bra. Her black yoga pants molded her hips. Vaughn leaned in and nuzzled her neck as he tugged off her blouse. He kissed her ear and traced her jawline with his tongue as he freed her bra. The scrap of silk and lace joined their growing pile of clothes near their feet.
Vaughn felt Benita’s small hands unbuttoning his shirt and tugging at his belt. She flung his dress shirt aside. He gathered her against him, loving the feel of her soft breasts on his chest. He breathed in her fragrance, cinnamon and vanilla. The scent haunted him, awake and asleep.
Vaughn stepped back to admire Benita’s beauty. He cupped her breast in his palm, feeling its weight. Her skin was soft and smooth. Like a dream. He never wanted it to end. He ducked his head and captured her nipple with his lips. Benita arched against him. He suckled her. He teased her. He rolled her in his mouth. Vaughn tucked his hands into the waistband of her yoga pants and slid his palms over her hips to draw down her pants and underwear together. He kissed her breast one last time before he straightened to lift her onto the bed.
Benita rolled onto her knees. “Vaughn, take off your pants.”
Naked, she came to him. Helped him unfasten his belt. Benita studied him like a work of art. Her fingertips trailed down his torso as though it was the first time she’d ever touched him. She was his past and his present. He wanted to give her such passion and pleasure. He would be the only man for her, just as she’d ruined him for any other woman.
He climbed onto the bed with her and took her into his arms. “Let me love you, Benita.”
She smiled as she smoothed his goatee. “As long as you let me love you back.”
Vaughn smiled as he lowered his head to kiss her. Careful to keep his full weight from her, he pressed her into the mattress. Her body moved beneath him, beckoning him. He deepened their kiss, tasting her passion. He stroked his hand over her body, feeling her urgency.
Benita’s body was humming with desire. Vaughn’s large palm caressed her, shaping her breast, molding her torso, tracing her hip. She couldn’t stay still. She could feel her blood heating in her veins. She could sense her passion spreading from her core. She wrapped her arms around Vaughn’s shoulders and lifted her body against him, showing him what she wanted.
Vaughn captured her wrists and pressed them back against the mattress. He kissed his way down her neck, over her chest to her breast. He kissed its fullness. Licked its curves. Coming closer but not quite to the nipple.
“Vaughn, let me touch you.” Benita heard the need in her voice.
“You are,” Vaughn whispered into her ear.
His hair-roughened leg slid between hers. Benita shivered. She arched her back, offering her breasts to him.
“Let go of my hands.” She tugged against his hold.
“Why?” He traced his tongue around her nipple. Benita’s legs moved restlessly.
“So I can touch you, you wicked man.”
“Not yet.” He drew her breast into his mouth.
Benita panted her arousal. The pulse at her core kept a steady rhythm. He sucked her breast into his mouth. He teased her nipples with his teeth. She moved against him as her body burned.
Vaughn left her breast. He licked his way down her torso to her hips. Benita felt her moisture build. Her heart raced. Her pulse thundered in her ears. She grabbed a fistful of his sheets and gripped them hard. Vaughn palmed her hips and drew her to his mouth.
Benita pressed her head back into the pillow and screamed. The pleasure was too intense. Her desire knife-edge sharp. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t see. She could barely breathe. Vaughn worked her against his mouth. Licking her. Stroking her. Teasing her. Sending tremors through her muscles. Benita’s body quaked. Her nipples tightened painfully. Her legs trembled. Va