Page 110 of Wardrobe Malfunction

He’s everything.

“Yes,” I moan as he pulls my hair, his hips slamming against mine.

“I can’t get enough of you,” he growls into my ear. “I’ve never needed anyone like I need you.”

“God, yes!” I cry out.

He sticks his tongue in my ear, sending dizzying sensations spiraling through me.

No one has ever made me feel like he does.

Needing more, needing to be closer to him, I grip ahold of his ass. Digging my nails in his skin, I push my hips harder against his. His tongue trails a path down my neck. His hand comes up to grab my breast, and his mouth finds it, sucking on my nipple hard.

I come like a rocket. “Vaughn!” I scream.

My orgasm seems to trigger his, and he’s moaning my name amid curses, his hips pumping in short, fast strokes against mine.

Then, he finally comes to a stop. His hands slide up my back, pulling me to him, and he hugs me. I lift my hands from his ass and wrap them around him.

We’re both silent, trying to catch our breaths.

“That was intense,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” he says into my neck, “it was.”

I don’t know what triggered the intense sex, but I’m not complaining even if I do feel a little knocked by it.

It feels like every time we have sex, I fall a little more for him. It’s scary as hell.

“We need to clean up.” I pat his back.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding reluctant to move. Then, he sighs and releases me, pulling out of me. He kisses me one last time. “I’ll get you a cloth,” he says, heading toward the door.

“No, it’s fine. I want to freshen up a bit anyway,” I tell him.

He stops and looks at me. “Okay, well, you use the master bathroom. Your things are up there in the bedroom. I’ll clean up down here.”

I gather up my clothes and make a naked dash for the stairs. I head left, the way I saw Vaughn go, and I soon find the master bedroom. It’s freaking huge with a massive bed facing the floor-to-ceiling windows. My case is sitting on the bed. The view is amazing. And I’m naked in front of it. I grab my toiletry bag from my overnight case and go into the bathroom.

A quick freshen-up and brush of my teeth, I head back into the bedroom. I put on fresh underwear and pull on my jeans and gray cashmere V-neck sweater.

I head back downstairs to find Vaughn and see him through the window, sitting out on the porch. I let myself outside and pad over to him.

He’s sitting on one of the comfy-looking wicker sofas out here, a bottle of beer in his hand.

“Hey, handsome.”

He turns his head, smiling at me. “I got you one.” He picks up a beer bottle off the table next to him and holds it out for me.

I take it from him and sit next to him. I bring my feet up to rest on the sofa and rest my head on his shoulder. He lifts his arm and puts it around me, so I rest my head on his chest.

“It’s so pretty here. I can understand why you like being here.”

Honestly, looking out at the view, just acres of greenery and trees beyond, the peace and tranquility of it, I could stay here forever.

Okay, well, not forever because I’d miss New York and Nick and the clothes and everything New York. But I could definitely stay here for an extended period of time.

“Yeah, it is beautiful.” He presses a gentle kiss to my hair.