Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

Straddling her, Vaughn stripped off his jacket, pulled the condom out of his wallet first, and then he unzipped himself.

“Shirt off,” she begged.

He cursed, ripping buttons off as he tried to rid himself of it and his tie as quickly as possible.

Bailey’s elegant, soft hands gripped his hips as he worked the condom on, and then caressed his stomach and his chest as he lowered over her. “Why do you have to be so beautiful?” she whispered, and the words were almost mournful.

Her tone unsettled him. He wanted her to forget everything but what it felt like to be together.

Shucking his trousers down to his hips, Vaughn held her gaze. He held her gaze as he pulled her panties to her knees.

This was them.

This is us.

He didn’t want her to try to escape from that.

With nothing between them now he pushed inside.

The velvet heat of her tight grip on his dick made his eyes roll toward the back of his head. He’d forgotten how fucking amazing she felt. “Bailey,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “God, princess, what you do . . . Fuck!” He grabbed her thigh, pulling it higher, tighter against his hip so he could slide in deeper.

In answer she wrapped her legs around his waist and he let go to brace his hands by her head.

Her fingers dug into his ass. “Vaughn,” she breathed. “More.”

He looked down at her lust-flushed face and felt his lower abdomen tighten with deep pleasure. Wanting her to come before he did, he grew rigid with control, willing his dire need down.

Holding tight to the reins of his willpower he slowed, no longer fucking her, but making love to her. That tickle of pleasure that crawled up from every corner of his body became like a voracious, mind-shattering desperation, a desperation that he wanted to stop but also wanted to go on forever.

Bailey’s eyes flared, so bright, so gold, and her hips jerked. “Vaughn!” She undulated into each deep glide of his dick, chasing her orgasm.

“Take it, princess, take everything.”

At the first tug of her inner muscles on his dick, Vaughn cried out in gratification. Each hard ripple jerked him toward orgasm.

A blaze of sensation, of heat, shot through him like a gunshot. He jerked against her as his release roared through him, the blood rushing his ears so hard her gasps of pleasure were muffled.

As he became fluid, relaxed, the aftermath of hot bliss still hummed in his groin. Vaughn strained to keep himself from collapsing over Bailey.

She stared up at him.

And reality slowly began to pierce his sexual haze.

Vaughn couldn’t read Bailey’s expression.

Usually he knew exactly what was on her mind. Usually it blazed out of those gorgeous eyes of hers.

Fuck.

Sex. They should not have had sex. Not then. He had not meant to do that. Not like that, so hurried, no finesse. He’d fucked her like an overexcited schoolboy, not even getting fully undressed.

Irritated with himself, he flopped down beside her and listened as they both tried to catch their breaths. He turned his head to crack a joke about it, to ease the sudden tension between them, but Bailey was already on the move.

Bailey

Oh, my God.

I’d done it again.