Every Little Thing (Hart's Boardwalk 2)

Patience gone, Vaughn unbuttoned my jeans and then yanked down the zip with barely leashed control. He grabbed the looser denim at the back of my thighs and then dragged them down my legs, stopping to peel off my flats, before throwing them and the jeans behind him.

Before relieving me of my underwear, he hooked his fingers into his own and pushed them down to his ankles, kicking them away.

I wet my dry lips with my tongue as he stood before me with his swollen, purple-red erection jutting out between muscular thighs. Every inch of him was beautiful.

My sex swelled and a little huff of excitement escaped me.

Hearing it, Vaughn’s cock jerked and he blew out a “fuck” as he was moved to action. He put a knee to the bed and then moved his other into position, and he stared into my eyes as he smoothed his hand up my naked thigh. I trembled.

His eyes flared in satisfaction.

Then he brushed his fingers over my underwear, my very damp underwear, and his free hand curled into the sheets in reaction. “Jesus,” he groaned, watching me as he rubbed the fabric against my clit.

Electric tingles moved through me and I lifted my hips into his touch.

“You are so fucking beautiful.” His fingers slipped under my panties and slid into me. My inner muscles clamped around him in desperate need. Vaughn groaned even harder. “You feel beautiful, too.”

“Fuck me, Vaughn.” The raw plea fell easily, naturally from my lips.

He gave me an arrogant grin. “In my own time.”

His fingers slid out of me, only to curl around my underwear. Slowly, torturously slowly, he pulled them down my legs. And then for an even longer, torturously slow moment he just looked at me.

“You want the truth, princess?” His voice was deep, gruff. “I’ve wanted you from the moment we met.”

Exultation pulsed through me and I shifted restlessly on the bed.

“I’ve wanted you just like this. That smart mouth of yours sweet. That sexy body of yours mine to do with as I please. And I don’t like wanting something I can’t have.”

But you can have me! I wanted to yell in frustration. Take me already!

But I’d promised him control.

“Be prepared to get a taste of what I’ve had to endure watching your fine ass walk up and down my boardwalk.”

“Your boardwalk?”

Damn.

He got me.

Vaughn grinned. “You can’t help yourself, can you?”

“Not your boardwalk, Tremaine,” I whispered, itching to pull him toward me. “But in here, right now, this fine ass is yours for the taking.”

His mood seemed to change, and I waited breathlessly as he straddled me, gently taking each of my wrists in his hands and pinning them to the mattress at either side of my head. I felt overwhelmed by him, and I had to relax against the urge to push up against him. He bent his head to mine, and that spicy, earthy scent of his rushed over me, sending a new set of tingles straight to my nipples.

“Never change, Bailey Hartwell,” he murmured, and then he kissed me. His tongue pushed between my lips and slid over mine, dancing with it in a dirty, deep, wet kiss. My hips pulsed toward him at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against my belly.

And then he was gone, taking his mouth from mine as his grip on my wrists loosened. His fingers trailed teasingly down the soft skin of my inner arm, under my arms, and down the sides of my breasts as he stopped to pay attention to them.

“I’ve fantasized about what your tits looked like.” He smiled up at me from under those long dark lashes of his. “Reality beats fantasy any day.”

“What else have you fantasized about?”

His eyes narrowed, that smile turning to a sexy smirk. “Many things. Involving your gorgeous tits? Sucking them, licking those pretty nipples of yours.” A dark heat entered his expression. “Coming on them.”

A pulse of lust slammed through me and my lower belly rippled. “Vaughn,” I gasped, my cheeks flushed with need.