“A private jet. How fancy,” I teased. I’d never been on one before, but Morgan had raved about the experience after Gage had flown her out to Atlanta for a quick visit on one.
“You don’t have much room to talk,” Vaughn countered with a pointed look around the back of the car. “I’m not the one who hired this limo.”
I pressed closer to him. “It’ll take us at least thirty minutes to get downtown, and I didn’t want to spend it with a rideshare driver staring at us the whole time.”
“I love how you think.” He tangled my hair in his fists and devoured my mouth. “Fuck, I missed you.”
I loved how he wasn’t afraid to share his feelings with me. “I missed you, too. So much.”
His hands dropped low to cup my butt cheeks. “I’m sorry I couldn’t come sooner, baby. Work is insane, or else I would’ve been on a plane last weekend, too.”
“I get it,” I reassured him, rocking against his hard-on. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“Forty-four hours isn’t nearly enough time,” he groaned.
It really wasn’t, but that’s all the time he could be away from Los Angeles at the moment. “I’ll take it, though.”
“Damn straight.” His hips jerked up. “As many times as I can give it to you.”
“That wasn’t quite what I meant,” I giggled.
He flashed me a cocky grin. “But it’s still true, all the same.”
I couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. Not after I’d climbed on his lap to rub against his dick during the drive downtown. Instead of arguing, I pressed my mouth against his. When his lips parted, my tongue swept inside. Our kiss felt like it had only lasted a few minutes, but it must’ve been closer to thirty because I felt the car slow down as it pulled up to the curb in front of the brick building where I was staying in the Lower West Side.
After we climbed out of the limo, Vaughn hefted his bag over his shoulder and looked up and down the street. His gaze lingered on the colorful mural on the building next to mine, and he didn’t budge when I tugged on his hand. “I’m a shit boyfriend. I should’ve asked what your living arrangements were while you’re here and made sure you were staying somewhere safe and comfortable.”
“Boyfriend, huh?” I grinned up at him, unbearably pleased because it was the first time I’d heard him refer to himself that way.
He shook his head and grumbled, “That’s the part you decided to focus on and not my very real concerns about where they’ve got you holed up while you’re here?”
“Don’t judge this book by its cover,” I urged, moving around him to nudge him toward the building’s entrance. “I’m not sure how the studio found this place, but not only is it near where we’re filming, it’s also super cool in a quirky way.”
He finally started moving forward. “I assumed they’d be putting you up in chain a hotel downtown.”
“Nope, but this is even better. It’s a historic building that was renovated into a kind of bed and breakfast,” I explained as I led him up to the two-bedroom apartment I was staying in. “And it’s an artsy neighborhood with all sorts of interesting places to eat and visit.”
He relaxed a little when he saw the lock on the door. “Is Mason staying nearby?”
“I’m not sure.” I headed straight back to the bedroom where I’d been sleeping. “Things have been so crazy since I got here, I never thought to ask.”
He dropped his bag on the end of the mattress, and I took that as an invitation to climb him like a monkey. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms twined around his neck, I smiled up at him and asked, “What do you want to see first?”
“Your pussy while I pound into it.” He turned us around until my back was toward the bed.
“And after that?” I asked.
“The look on your face while you come around my dick,” he answered, dropping me onto the mattress and landing on top of me with his palms braced on either side of my body.
“Sounds like the perfect plan to me,” I agreed, my hands going to the bottom of my shirt to lift it over my head.
We quickly stripped out of our clothes and crashed together in a tangle of limbs. Vaughn crawled between my legs and lifted one over his shoulder. “Fuck, I missed your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it every night and waking up each morning with my hand around my rock-hard dick. No matter how much I beat off, my need for you just grew stronger.”
It was sexy as all get-out to know Vaughn had masturbated while thinking of me. And a relief since I’d done the same many times in the past two weeks. “Take what you need now. What we both need.”