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“I’m a fan?” I offer weakly, heat pushing into my cheeks, because I really didn’t think he’d see them. I was just missing him and, silly as it was, they made me feel a little bit better.
Rubbing his big hand over his jaw, he nods. “A fan, huh? You still feel that way this morning?”
I nod. Glad for the opening, but still nervous. What if he doesn’t want what I want… or at least not all of it?
Only one way to find out.
“I do.” I think I might feel that way for the rest of my life. “Vaughn, I—I made a mistake. Everything with you was so much more than I expected. More than I kept telling myself I could have. But I wanted it. I wanted you. I just got—”
“Scared.” No judgment, only the gruff acknowledgement that he understands. More evidence that this man deserves more credit than I’ve given him. But that’s been my problem from the start.
“I was so afraid of what being with you might mean—what I thought it would cost me—I couldn’t see what was right in front of me, what it wasactually like. The ways you’ve been putting me first, showing me that I matter, from the very beginning.” I look away, blinking back the emotion filling my eyes. I pushed him away. I hurt him. “You’ve never once made me feel like an afterthought. Or that what was happening in my life didn’t count. You watched my games and remembered my friends’ names when you hadn’t even met them. You held me when I was scared and let me go when I thought it was what I needed… But Vaughn, it’s not what I need. I love you and I’m asking you to give me another chance. To let me be there for you the way you’re there for me.”
He takes a deep breath, and I get the sense he’s holding himself back. “Natalie, you’re askingmefor another chance?” Running his hand down his face, he shakes his head. “I’d give you anything you want. But what are we talking about here? The next few months or—fuck, baby, please tell me you’re talking about longer.”
Crawling out of bed, I move to his lap. His eyes flick to my panties and he bites his lip, but instead of reaching for me, he fists his hands and leans back to make room for me against his chest.
I stroke his jaw, loving the coarseness against my fingertips. The ways he’s rough around the edges in some ways and so soft in others. “I’m talking about where you go, I go… If that’s what you want?”
Chapter 25
Vaughn
If that’s what I want?
She has to ask?
I’m off the chair in a heartbeat and then Natalie’s back on her bed with me following her down. “Baby, I’m going to show you what I want…”
Eyes wide, lips parted on a pretty little gasp, she’s sexy as fuck. “I want you any way I can have you…”
She could have skipped that whole amazing speech, shot me a glance over her shoulder and said, “Okay.” And I’d have been all in, knowing that I was the luckiest guy on the planet.
I grab my T-shirt and pull it off. “I want you in every way…”
“You do?” she gasps, wiggling beneath me to get her tank top off.
“Oh yeah.” Christ, her tits are perfect. Her tight little nipples sweet on my tongue. “But not for a few months…”
I’ve got my fly open, and she’s using her feet to help push my jeans and boxer briefs down. “How long?”
Forever.
“Not a couple weeks…” Kicking them free, I back off the bed far enough to get a look at her hot-as-fuck panties. I almost creamed myself when she got up last night and started shimmying out of her clothes. Bending over and—God help me—flashing my number stitched across her ass like a claim.
Carefully, carefully, I inch them down her thighs and off her feet. Then, pushing her knees apart, I move into the space between.
Her knees slide up my sides, one pretty foot hooking against my thigh while the other climbs higher. Her skin is like silk.
Pulling back, I position my cock so it’s notched against her. I’m propped on my forearms by her head. I want to see her eyes while I love her. I want her to see mine. “I’m never going to let you go.”
A tear slips from the corner of her eye as she smiles up at me. “I’m yours.”
“Mine.” Saying it calls to a primal part of me, and I can’t wait anymore.
I’ve had her hard and fast, I’ve had her desperate and needy, I’ve had her against nearly every wall and horizontal surface her place has to offer, but I’ve never had her like this. I’ve never had her when I was as deep in her heart as I was in her body, and I want it to last.
I sink into her slick heat, savoring every inch I claim, every soft gasp and tight clench. When I’m as deep as I can be, our fingers thread together over her head. I’m still swimming in the sea of her eyes when I start to move. Pulling back as slowly as I sank in and then doing it again.
