Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)
Finally.
“Okay,” I whispered against his mouth. “Let’s give this a try.”
His answer was the happiest, sexiest grin I’d ever seen.
TWENTY-FOUR
Bailey
“I can’t believe I let you drag me here.” Vaughn stood with his arms crossed over his chest, looking less than impressed by his surroundings. “And no one told me I had to wear someone else’s shoes.”
I struggled to keep a straight face. “I thought you’d know that part. Everyone knows that part.”
“And I told you I’ve never done this before.”
“Which is why I ‘dragged’ you here.”
“So everything I say I haven’t done, you’re going to make me do?”
Grinning, I sidled up to him with a hopefully mischievous and seductive smile. His eyes lowered to half-mast, shooting that seductiveness right back at me. I was halted when my chest pressed against his. “Am I planning to make sure that you experience all the things you missed out on because you were too busy working your ass off to get to the top? Yes. I am.”
Vaughn’s sexy look turned tender and amused. “And that includes bowling.”
“And that includes bowling.” I leaned past him, picked up a bowling ball, and shoved it at him. “Now have at it, mister.”
He took it tentatively, like it was something heinous. “You want me to put my fingers in holes that a million other fingers have been in?” He sighed as I struggled and failed not to burst into laughter. “You’re filthy.”
“I’m not the one that just said . . . well . . . that.” I laughed. “Oh, my God. Why am I the only one here when you said that?”
“Dirty girl,” he said fondly.
“I could have responded with something smart-mouthed about you and prostitutes but I didn’t. That’s progress.”
“You’ll be pleased to know I’ve never been with a prostitute.”
“With that face”—I brushed my fingertips over his cheek—“you’d never need to.”
“Are we really having this conversation?”
“Nope.” I stepped out of his way and gestured to our lane. “Now have at it.” When he didn’t step up to take a shot I sighed. “Come on, a little bacteria never hurt anyone.”
“Lovely, thank you.” He grimaced. “But I was considering the fact that I’ve never done this and I don’t like to fail at things.”
“You’re worried you’ll miss?” I grinned. “Baby, I know it’s hard for you to process the idea of losing, so don’t look at it like you have to win immediately. Look at it in the long term. The more you practice, the more chance you have of winning in the future. Kind of like how you got me into your bed permanently.”
Vaughn flashed me a wolfish grin. “I only heard ‘baby’ and ‘got me into your bed permanently.’”
“I bet you did.”
Since agreeing to see where this thing between us might lead two weeks ago at Jess and Coop’s wedding I owed Aydan. A lot. Why? Because I’d been in Vaughn’s bed every night since and he had succeeded in making me late to work every morning.
We’d had so much sex I could have sworn my abs and legs had toned up.
“Okay.” He stretched his neck from side to side and then shrugged back his shoulders. “I once walked in on my father while he was . . . well, during fellatio with my friend’s mother. If I can recover from that, I can do anything.”
Giggling, I stood back and watched him as he strode toward the lane with purpose. There were no words for how much pleasure I found watching Vaughn Tremaine do anything. I’d never met a man so masculine yet so graceful and strong. I’d also discovered that he kept his body as beautiful as his face through hard work. A lot of hard work. He woke up at five a.m. every morning and disappeared to the hotel gym. When he got back to the room he’d take a shower and then come wake me up to do a sexy workout with me. I didn’t know where the man got his energy.
Vaughn studied the ten pins at the end of the lane and slowly slid his hands into the bowling ball with not even a hint of a grimace. Once he set his mind to something . . .