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“Hey, neighbors,” Vaughn calls out. “Is this a no boys allowed zone or can I join in?”
“You can be Prince Eric!” Meg shouts with excitement. The other girls squeal.
Stick a tail fin on me and toss me into the ocean, because I’m pretty sure I’d breathe easier under water than I am right now. Vaughn is coming closer, his focus solely on me, and my worries that last night would be the last time I saw him vanish.
“Hi,” he says.
“Hi.”
“Come on, Vaughn,” Meg says, taking his hand. “You have to come over here.”
I raise my brows at Meg’s familiarity.
“What? A guy can’t spend time with his neighbors? I’m not even her favorite. Matt’s her favorite,” Vaughn says under his breath before Meg pulls him away.
It’s really hard to continue being Ariel and teaching the girls things with Vaughn’s eyes on me. I can’t concentrate at all and trip over my own feet twice. Plus, watching Vaughn interact with the kids is adorable.
Meg’s mom shouts a five minute warning for lunch and my stomach growls, reminding me I’ve yet to eat today. Or get my coffee. When Meg announces it’s time for Ariel to receive the kiss of true love from Prince Eric so they can live happily ever after, chills break out across every inch of my skin.
I lay down on the grass as directed by Meg, my head propped up with a pillow. Vaughn is instructed to kneel beside me and get busy. We both chuckle, and some of the tension I’m feeling melts away. With my eyes closed, I remember every nanosecond I’ve spent with him. His smell, his touch, his taste, his smile, his eyes. Eyes that don’t just look, they see, and he wants to see me. My body has craved his from the moment we met, but it’s more than a physical want. It’s the way Vaughn makes me feel when we’re near each other.
Desire alone can be fought. Add emotions and the battle grows a million times harder.
Vaughn’s warm breath tickles my lips. My eyes fly open, and that’s when he kisses me. It’s soft, sweet, and oh so careful. Despite the way I left him last night—maybe even because of it—he still wants me, too.
The quick peck isn’t enough, and it’s crazy how much I want to pull him back to me. He takes my hand and helps me to my feet. The girls jump up and down and clap their approval. Vaughn takes a bow, so I do the same. We’re bombarded with hugs before the girls skip away toward the house.
I walk over to the bin of costumes and take off my boas and bangles. When I turn around, Vaughn is watching me. “I wouldn’t have taken you for a hockey fan,” he says with that sexy, easygoing attitude of his.
“I’m not, really. It was a gift from my aunt.” I stay where I am. Per usual with Vaughn, I’m not sure what happens next. I don’t know how to do this anymore.
But I do know I owe him an explanation for my behavior.
We stare at each other. It’s like an addiction the way our eyes can’t stay off each other. I’m dying for him to make the first move. He does.
“Go out with me tonight,” he says, taking steps closer.
The invitation catches me completely off guard in the best possible way. “Out?” This could mean a lot of things, and I need specifics. I’m so glad he didn’t listen when I told him to leave me alone.
“I tried to skip a few important steps last night and almost shortchanged the both of us. I want to take you out on a date. I want to hold your hand. I want to talk and listen. I want to kiss you good night. I’ve got a list of wants, actually, but we’ll start with that.” He stops inches in front of me.
I swallow the gigantic lump in the back of my throat. Wow. Just wow. His admission makes my knees weak and my heart take notice.
“Do not ask me why, Kendall. Don’t second-guess this or say there’s no point. You and me? We’re something. I aim to find out what we are. Unless you tell me no.”
I shake my head, then nod my head, shit, I don’t know what to do with my head. But the answer is yes. Yes, I want to find out, too. I want to trust him. With everything. My secrets. My uncertainties. My regrets. My virginity suddenly seems like the least complicated piece of it. “What time should I be ready?”
The grin he flashes steals any lingering doubts I have about my intentions toward Vaughn Shaughnessy.
Mostly.
I spend the rest of the day getting ready, starting with a long soak in the bath followed by a shower to shave, exfoliate, and wash my hair. After, I rub lotion all over my body and picture it’s Vaughn’s hands on me instead.
I wait for my renegade thoughts to bring guilt, but they don’t, so I picture him kneeling in front of me with his tongue and fingers in my most intimate places, and I’m turned on. Restless and needy. I sit on the edge of the bathtub and spread my legs. I haven’t touched myself in a long time. I’ve never watched, that’s for sure, but the mirror across from me gives me a perfect view. And I’m suddenly curious. I’m seeing myself through Vaughn’s eyes. I reach over and grab the vibrator Brit included in my summer house-sitting survival kit. With a push from my finger the device turns on, and I put it over my clit. The contact fires up all my nerve endings, lifts me to the brink of release within seconds, and I realize I’ve been hovering there since Vaughn dropped to his knees and put his mouth on me. I’m beyond overdue for an orgasm and can have one like this, but I want more. I need… I take my free hand and slowly slide a finger inside, imagining it’s him. It’s not the same. Not enough. I add a second finger and concentrate on the memory of him doing this—the way he circled, and then pushed deeper. I linger, repeating those motions, stroking and playing while I fantasize about him doing the honors. Experimenting in ways I wouldn’t normally, but I think he might. I visualize him moving inside me, searching. Searching for…oh God, that spot right there, and then, holy shitnuts, I come so hard I sink to the floor.
Through the very last spasm, I picture Vaughn.
If my daydreams are this powerful, I can only imagine what the reality might be like. My entire body heats at the thought.
