“You’re so full of shit.”

* * *

BUT HER BLUSH was so pretty, he knew she was flattered and not serious.

“I am on many, many things. About how amazing your tits are? Never. That’s stone-cold fact.”

“This time, make sure the door is locked.”

With a groan, he headed back to the door, which was indeed unlocked. “Sorry. I’m an amateur.” Though he hated that she wasn’t. Hated that Ross had been in that bed.

“We need a new mattress.” He tossed his clothes and pulled the rest of hers off as he got her on the bed.

“Uh? Okay. Whatever. You want a new mattress, that’s fine. Here I am naked on my bed with you over me. I don’t even know how you do it. Like in a book where the guy turns into a werewolf and you can’t quite see what happens when they shift?”

“You’re twisted.”

“I’ve always been twisted. I’m just better read now.”

He kissed her, this time settling in. No one was going to barge in and ruin this.

Her neck was warm and soft as he slowly drifted down to the hollow of her throat and licked until she shivered.

“You taste so damned good.”

Her rib cage was solid beneath his lips as he licked and kissed down her body and over to her right nipple.

“I’m not sure which one tastes better. I need a few tests.” He licked several times and then blew over her nipple, watching as it tightened even more.

Then he switched to the left side, teasing, torturing. He wanted to gorge and gorge on her. So he did.

“Please!” she burst out after writhing against him, her pussy against his cock. Bare. So hot he thought he might die from how good it felt.

She’d insisted on latex until they’d both been tested and retested. Only a week to go. Despite how much he yearned to slide himself inside her, claim her skin to skin, it would wait or he’d be spitting in the face of all the promises he’d made.

“Please?” he teased, swirling his tongue around the nipple he then left.

“In me or on me. Something! Anything!”

“I love it when you can’t get it fast enough. Just a little bit of a flounce. So sexy.”

He took pity on her, also because he wanted all those things, too. Her belly quivered as he kissed around her belly button, and her breath caught on a gasp when he used his shoulders to wedge her thighs wide.

All of her right there for him to look—taste and touch—his fill. Yes.

Her taste, sweet mercy, he did so much love not only the salt of her taste, but the way her back arched as he took a few licks.

Vaughan lost himself in her. Let himself leap into making her feel as much pleasure as he could.

He made her come once and then another time before he allowed himself to think about fucking her. But once he had, he was rolling a condom on.

“Turn over. Ass up, head down.”

“What’s the rush?” Kelly asked, drunk with pleasure tongue. “I haven’t been able to return that favor yet.”

She actually loved to go down on him. He was responsive and it was so sexy how hot she got him, that it was way more fun with him than it had been with anyone else.

But Vaughan liked to fuck. Once he was inside her, he’d take his time. Drawing things out for a nice long time, or he’d thrust hard and fast, beads of sweat on his forehead as he took her until she was boneless.

Not like that was a chore, either.

Sex with Vaughan was like a grab bag, but all the prizes were ones you really wanted.

Kelly rolled over as he’d asked, her knees still a little rubbery. Her fingers tangled in the sheets as he knelt behind her. The heat of his body blanketed her ass and thighs as she waited for him to touch her.

He brushed the head of his cock against her, teasing, teasing until she made a sound of annoyance.

“Yeah? All right, then.” Vaughan pressed deep in one long thrust. Her answering moan had to be into the mattress or she’d wake up the girls and wouldn’t that be fun? Nope.

He set a pace just shy of fast and hard. But he knew where he was going so she went along. Everything he did felt so damned good she had no argument.

* * *

THIS WAS DIFFERENT. This time he meant to claim her. She knew it. The way he touched her, took up space in her bed in a different way.

A way that scared her to her toes and yet, it felt right. It could be the two orgasms talking, and it probably was, but she’d keep thinking that way because it was better than being afraid and worried he’d walk away.

The room was quiet but for the slap of skin on skin and her muffled sounds of pleasure. There was so much intense energy between them they didn’t need words.

Each touch he gave her told her things. The scent of her body and his, of sex and love and lust all melding into something new. Something more.

* * *

VAUGHAN WASN’T SURE how much time had passed since he’d pressed himself deep. He only knew there was nowhere he’d rather be, no one else who’d ever be to him what this woman was. Never had been anyone but her.

A long twisty road but through Kelly and the beauty of second chances, there they were. And while he felt so fucking good he never wanted the moment to end, he drew closer and closer.

There was no way around the insane pleasure at the hot clasp of her body around his cock. It was so fantastically delicious he couldn’t keep from coming so hard it was as if his entire body shot out his dick.

Wobbly kneed, he fell to the side, holding her close once he’d gotten the condom dealt with and returned.