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I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but him. He was back. Back for me. For us.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
There was a fraction of a second. A moment when Vaughn stepped from the chair blocking the door back to the bed. It was the time I could have backed out. The time I should have told myself I didn’t need him anymore.
But he crawled toward me on the bed. I looked into the depths of his eyes. He brushed a kiss across my lips and I knew I would go up in smoke with him. I would give anything for this. For him.
I raised my arms overhead as he pulled the sweater from my body. His mouth found mine and I kissed him like that first night on the street. Like there was mystery and magic between us. I couldn’t think about what would happen when this was over. All I could do was live in it. Too hold him close. To love him like I had never loved him before.
His hands roamed my body, tugging, caressing until my clothes were a pile on the floor. He ran a finger over my breast, circling my nipple until it perked under his command. His teeth grazed over, biting harder with each gnash of his teeth. I ran my hands through his hair, pressing harder into him. I moaned when he sucked my breast between his lips.
My legs parted and his fingers slid over my navel and dove between my folds. He flicked and rubbed my clit while he sucked my tit with commanding force.
“Ohh,” I whimpered. My hips rocked and swayed, urging his fingers to slide deeper and farther until he finally pushed inside me.
His lips broke free of my nipple as he pressed a rough kiss on my mouth. I yielded to his tongue. Hungry for his taste.
“I missed you, Ell. I missed you so fucking much,” he growled, taking my face in his hands.
I nodded in agreement. Was that the word? Did that describe the emptiness and loneliness that moved in when he left.
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bsp; “I’m going to show you.” He smiled. “Show you how much I need you. How much I have to have you in my life. In my bed. In my world.”
My hands wrestled with the buckle on his jeans. I eagerly unzipped them and shoved them over his legs. He kicked them to the floor. I fisted the width of his shaft, letting it slide against my palm. He let out a groan.
His eyes flickered. He planted a kiss on my lips. My feet tucked around his waist as he nudged his cock into my heat.
I clawed at his back when he thrust inside me.
“Fuck,” he growled in my ear.
I whimpered remembering how our bodies fit together like this. I stretched around him, blinded by the beautiful pain. He rocked into me. I could tell he was eager to move deep. To push our boundary. Bind us together in a new way.
He threaded his fingers through mine, taking my hands over my head. He pumped inside me again. I moaned.
“Vaughn, it’s too much.” I tried to catch my breath.
“It’s not enough,” he whispered. “I can never get enough of you.” He kissed my throat as my head reeled back with another of his powerful surges.
He moved to his heels, pulling out of me. There was no time to protest or question him. I hated the sudden cold. I hated the immediate distance that was created when our bodies weren’t melted together. He flipped me on my stomach and began kissing my ankles. His lips moved to the back of my knees and up the sensitive lanes of my thighs. I held my breath when I felt the warmth of his lips press into the roundness of my ass. His hands coasted up to my hips. His fingers dug into my flesh.
“So damn beautiful.” He sighed. “So sexy.” He drew a line down the center of my back with his finger. I shivered.
He crawled over top of me, his body lowering to align against mine. I felt the solidness of his shaft against my thigh. I was aching for it. I shifted my hips, tipping toward him. His hands stretched over my arms until his fingers were locked in mine. He kissed my neck, my ear, my cheek. I rocked back and forth. Each time his cock moved closer. Each time he rubbed our bodies together. The slickness of sex creating a heated friction.
“Oh, God, Vaughn,” I moaned. I had never wanted him so badly.
His teeth clamped on my shoulder.
I lifted my ass once again and he pushed inside me. We groaned at the contact. He slammed into me, ramming his thick shaft deep against my walls.
I screamed his name, but he muffled my cries with his lips and his tongue. His rhythm picked up speed. His pumps intensified.
“Fuck, Ell. Fuck it.”
He sat back, bringing me off my stomach and onto my knees. I grabbed the headboard for leverage. I jutted back, sinking with all my force onto his cock.
