Every Little Thing
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“God, Bailey,” he groaned again, kissing the soft skin of her stomach as he pulled the shirt down off her arms. Vaughn dropped the fabric at their feet and tilted his head back to look up at her.
Bailey’s chest heaved, her breathing ragged with arousal.
Vaughn stood to look directly into her eyes, wanting to make sure she wanted this as much as he did. Satisfaction roared through him as she stared up at him in dazed lust.
Wanting.
Needing.
Silent supplication in those beautiful green-gold eyes.
Yes.
That look shredded his control. This time his kisses were bruising. Before she had time to think Vaughn relieved her of her bra and edged her across the room toward the bed. Bailey’s legs hit the frame and they fell onto it. Vaughn came down over her, and he pushed up her tight skirt to her waist so he could insinuate himself between her legs. Finally he broke their kiss to focus on her breasts.
They were beautiful. Perfect. Every inch of her was.
He captured a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Vaughn,” she gasped, her thighs tightening around his hips while her fingers curled in his hair.
He growled with satisfaction and licked her nipple before moving on to its companion.
“Oh, my God,” she whimpered, her hips undulating against him, teasing his arousal.
A haze washed over him.
He wanted inside her.
Desperately.
Usually he loved spending time tormenting a woman, building her up and up until she thought she was going to die with pleasure. He got off on the sounds of their pleasure-pain pleading, and nothing had turned him on more than the night he’d heard Bailey’s pleas in his ears as he drove her to the brink of orgasm over and over. Because nothing was more fucking rewarding than watching a woman come that hard.
Nothing was more breathtaking than watching Bailey come that hard.
Yet right then all Vaughn could think about was getting inside her as fast as possible. The desire felt animalistic, instinctual, like he was trying to claim her.
If he wasn’t so overwhelmed with need, he might have been appalled.
He stared down into her flushed face. She stared up at him beneath her lashes, pure craving in the depths of her eyes. Her beautiful hair spilled in rich red across his pillows. Her large dark pink nipples were tight buds, her creamy, perky breasts swollen with arousal as they rose and fell with her shallow, excited breaths.
Fuck, but he’d never seen anything more provocative in his life, his dick agreeing as it strained to be free, to be inside of her. Fingers slipped beneath her underwear and he found her already wet with anticipation.
It was his undoing.
Straddling her, Vaughn stripped off his jacket, pulled the condom out of his wallet first, and then he unzipped himself.
“Shirt off,” she begged.
He cursed, ripping buttons off as he tried to rid himself of it and his tie as quickly as possible.
Bailey’s elegant, soft hands gripped his hips as he worked the condom on, and then caressed his stomach and his chest as he lowered over her. “Why do you have to be so beautiful?” she whispered, and the words were almost mournful.
Her tone unsettled him. He wanted her to forget everything but what it felt like to be together.
Shucking his trousers down to his hips, Vaughn held her gaze. He held her gaze as he pulled her panties to her knees.
This was them.
This is us.
He didn’t want her to try to escape from that.
With nothing between them now he pushed inside.
The velvet heat of her tight grip on his dick made his eyes roll toward the back of his head. He’d forgotten how fucking amazing she felt. “Bailey,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “God, princess, what you do . . . Fuck!” He grabbed her thigh, pulling it higher, tighter against his hip so he could slide in deeper.
In answer she wrapped her legs around his waist and he let go to brace his hands by her head.
Her fingers dug into his ass. “Vaughn,” she breathed. “More.”
He looked down at her lust-flushed face and felt his lower abdomen tighten with deep pleasure. Wanting her to come before he did, he grew rigid with control, willing his dire need down.
Holding tight to the reins of his willpower he slowed, no longer fucking her, but making love to her. That tickle of pleasure that crawled up from every corner of his body became like a voracious, mind-shattering desperation, a desperation that he wanted to stop but also wanted to go on forever.
Bailey’s eyes flared, so bright, so gold, and her hips jerked. “Vaughn!” She undulated into each deep glide of his dick, chasing her orgasm.
“Take it, princess, take everything.”
At the first tug of her inner muscles on his dick, Vaughn cried out in gratification. Each hard ripple jerked him toward orgasm.
A blaze of sensation, of heat, shot through him like a gunshot. He jerked against her as his release roared through him, the blood rushing his ears so hard her gasps of pleasure were muffled.
As he became fluid, relaxed, the aftermath of hot bliss still hummed in his groin. Vaughn strained to keep himself from collapsing over Bailey.
She stared up at him.
And reality slowly began to pierce his sexual haze.
Vaughn couldn’t read Bailey’s expression.
Usually he knew exactly what was on her mind. Usually it blazed out of those gorgeous eyes of hers.
Fuck.
Sex. They should not have had sex. Not then. He had not meant to do that. Not like that, so hurried, no finesse. He’d fucked her like an overexcited schoolboy, not even getting fully undressed.