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“Nearly nine,” I answered and turned my attention to read the message I’d just received.
“Nine? Holy shit!” Vaughn’s eyes opened wider in surprise, and he lurched upright, only to groan and wince, then clutch his head.
“Uh-oh.” I winced. “Did you have somewhere to be?” Sitting up as well, I touched his arm tentatively, silently asking if he was okay.
Asking if we were okay.
“No.” He shook his head and released a breath as if breathing through the pain before he gently covered my hand and squeezed. “I just never sleep in this late.”
“Oh.” I relaxed fractionally. “Well, we didn’t get to bed until after three, so I’d say we’re allowed one morning to sleep in.”
He nodded in agreement, but his bleary, tired eyes still looked troubled.
I’d gone down on him at some point in the night too, I think. I remembered trying
to fit all of him into my mouth until he’d tumbled me onto my back with a laugh and showed me where he thought his cock truly belonged.
Damn, but I’d lost track of just how many times we’d had sex. How many different positions. How many different places. I’m pretty sure he bent me over the kitchen table during one round when we had tiptoed to the refrigerator for refueling snacks. No idea if we ever got those snacks, though. I just knew I felt intensely sore between my legs, and it was the most satisfying sore I’d ever experienced.
But Vaughn didn’t look satisfied at all.
I opened my mouth to come right out and ask if he was alright, but then his thumb swept slowly over my knuckles, and the breath in my lungs exited a little easier while the tension in my stomach relaxed. If he totally regretted what we’d done last night, he wouldn’t touch me so sweetly right now.
Would he?
Sending him a tremulous smile, I waved my phone before saying, “That was a text from my mom that woke us. They’re bringing Ava Grace back now.”
“Now?” His already pale face turned an ashen gray. Except all he did was swallow, nod once in understanding, and mumble, “I should probably clear out, then.” He started to lift the covers and slide his legs out from under the sheets, only to pause and bunch them right back over his hips before glancing guiltily my way.
“Uh… You don’t happen to know where my clothes are, do you?”
My chin trembled. If he was acting so modest and didn’t want me to see him naked, he had to regret something.
Before I could even think through an answer, though, he dropped his gaze to my nightshirt. He looked stunned by what he saw, so I glanced down as well, blinking through my own surprise.
“I…” I plucked at the cloth of the very shirt I remember him wearing last night. “I’m so sorry,” I gushed, already reaching for the hem so I could remove it. “I don’t remember even putting this on.”
I mean, it was super soft, more than comfortable, and smelled strongly of him. I understood why I had wanted to sleep in it; I just don’t remember when I’d found it and slipped it on until a vague memory of me getting up in the middle of the night stirred. My breasts had been burning like crazy, so I’d snuck into the nursery to pump and I’d tugged on my bra and his shirt afterward. I think.
And when I’d returned to bed, he’d woken and reached for me, slipping his hands around my hips and then me onto his lap, where I’d ridden him in the dark until we’d both come.
Rattling out a shaky breath over such scintillating memories, I started to pull the shirt up and over my head, so I could immediately return it to its owner. But Vaughn caught my wrist and lowered my hand until the cloth covered my lap again.
“Not a good idea,” he insisted, shaking his head. “If you take that off, I’m ninety-nine percent certain I’ll forget all about my raging hangover and the fact that your parents are headed this way as we speak.”
I nodded slowly and bit my lip, my hormones reacting to the fact that he at least still wanted me physically after our not-so-sober escapades. He might be reviled by me morally, emotionally, spiritually, hell, every other way there was. But it was nice to know I didn’t turn him off physically.
And suddenly, I was all too aware of the fact that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. And he had nothing on at all under that sheet.
If he was as hard as I was wet right now, all I’d have to do was slip over on top of him, straddling his waist, and he could be inside me in less than two seconds.
God. I caught my breath, just thinking about how good it would feel to ride him. My body still remembered how perfectly he fit inside me, and it wanted him back there again, deep and thrusting.
Wow. I would’ve thought a night full of sex would’ve depleted me so that I wouldn’t want any more for a long time, but apparently a night full of sex with Vaughn had only primed me up, leaving me craving more.
My breathing changed, and I bit my lip as I clamped my legs together, trying to stave off the yearnings powering through me.
“Jesus,” he panted, his eyes heating to nearly a predatory black as he watched me try to control my obvious arousal. Clutching the sheets to his lap, he closed his eyes and arched his head back, gulping through his own desires. “I need to get the fuck out of here. Now.”
