“Ok,” she says, grabbing the rest of the clothes off the floor to bring them into my bedroom. “I’ve never been in here before,” she says as she steps inside.
I step aside as she stares at everything, her eyes zeroing in on the thing I hold most dear in the world.
“Vaughn,” she says, holding her clothes against her body, her eyes completely wide. “You still have this?” She heads over to a bookshelf near the window. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, it was a gift.”
She stares at the tiny green and yellow tractor she gave to me so many years ago. “You kept it,” she whispers under her breath.
I step over to her, turning her so she can face me. So I can see those beautiful baby blues. “Of course, I kept it, Pea.” I kiss her, letting her know just how important she is to me.
She slides under the covers, and I follow right behind her.
“I like this.”
She smiles, her eyes drifting down my chest and even further to my stomach. She reaches her hand out, trailing her nails over the grooves of my abs. “Me too.”
I suck in a breath. “Don’t touch me like that unless you’re ready for round two.”
She gives me a coy smile. “Maybe I am ready for it.”
Fuck. In seconds I pull her beneath my body, kissing her skin just at the base of her throat, and making my way further south. “I can’t get enough of you. And Paisley,” I glance up to meet her eyes, “I don’t think I ever will.”
She pulls me up, kissing me square on the lips. “Good.”
I pull a condom out of my dresser drawer and toss it onto the pillow beside her head. I kiss her, loving the way her body feels against mine. My heartbeat kicks up, and I know I won’t ever be able to get enough of this woman.
I kiss along her neck, down the base of her throat and over her collarbone.
“Don’t stop,” she moans out.
I don’t plan on ever stopping.
Paisley’s driven by lust, her eyes shimmering with desire as she stares at me. I’m sure mine match. She wraps her legs around my waist, and her fingers trail down my back.
My dick is harder than steel and I reach for the condom and rip open the package. I can’t get the thing on quick enough before I’m back on top of her, pressing my large length at her entrance. “You turn me on so much,” I tell her with a kiss.
“You turn me on too,” she answers back.
And then I push inside her, and there’s no more talking. Only the sounds of our passion float through the room. My feelings soar inside me, unable to be contained. I want to be closer to her, and I push in deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” I groan out, unable to convey what is happening in my mind.
I’ve never felt like this before.
Here I am, feeling this beautiful woman and I still want more of her.
So much more.
I kiss her, and she wraps around my body tighter.
She feels so goddamn good.
I’m harder than I’ve ever been, and the need to come overwhelms me. It’s like I’m driven by lust right now, and can’t form a single coherent thought. Only a name comes to mind.
Paisley.
I say it over and over, needing her to know just how much this all means to me. How much this is changing my fucking life.
My cock slams into her and her nails dig into the heated flesh of my back.
Yes. Fuck, yes.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She stares up at me, like she wants to know all the things. But how can I even voice all the things running through my head right now. I can’t.
I want her. That much is a given, but still something about this feels forbidden. Like a glass floor that could shatter at any moment.
It’s all too good to be true.
“What’s on your agenda for today?” I ask Paisley over coffee the next morning. We’re both fully dressed and getting ready for our day.
“I just have a meeting with Colby.”
“Maybe I should go with you?” I hate the idea she’ll be out there for her stalker to get at her.
There’s a knock at the door, and I lift my eyebrows to her with a shrug.
I answer the door and Spencer barrels into my condo.
“Dude, answer your... “ He spots Paisley. “Whoa, what are you doing here?”
Oops.
“It isn’t what it looks like.” Even though that’s exactly what it is. I cross my arms over my chest, trying my best to look calm and casual. Trying my best not to look fucking guilty.
I touched his sister last night. Oh, man, I did way more than just touch her. And I don’t regret a second of it, but I’m feeling some trepidation when Spencer moves closer to Paisley, blaring about why she’s in my apartment.