Page 64 of D’Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding

“Why you running? What’s the problem?”

She’d pushed open the door of her bedroom and flicked on the light before turning to face me, her arms folded under her breasts, drawing my eyes right to the juiciness underneath her top. She blew a breath out through her nose, bringing my eyes to her face. The carousel of emotions that flitted across those warm brown irises worried me. After opening and closing her mouth a couple of times, she finally shook her head.

“I’m sorry. I know the way I flipped was...unexpected. I was just trying to make something happen and...I know better. Just ignore me.”

Frowning, I leaned against the doorjamb and shoved my hands into my pockets. That was bullshit and I wasn’t gonna let it fly. I knew what she was trying to do, but I wanted her to own up to it. If D’Vaughn couldn’t admit that she wanted to take this beyond the cameras and the assigned tasks, then I wouldn’t let her take us beyond clothes and orgasms.

“What were you trying to make happen, D’Vaughn?”

Her eyes snapped up from whatever she’d found interesting on the floor and she glared at me. I fought the grin that threatened to overtake my face. After we’d settled on an official nickname, she caught a mad attitude whenever I used her real name.

“It really doesn’t matter.”

Blinking slowly, I gave her a blank look. “If that were true, I wouldn’t have asked. C’mon, man. Just tell me so we can get it over with.”

She took a subtle step back as her brows shot up. “Get it over with? Get what over with?”

Canting my head to the side, I quirked a brow and stared at her. She was trying to deflect by making what I’d said a bigger deal than it was, but I refused to let it happen. Shrugging my shoulders, I pushed off of the door and took a step toward her. Meeting her eyes, I pinned her with my gaze, attempting to show her that I was here to listen to her wants—her desires. With every step I took, she echoed, moving further into the room until we were halfway toward the bed.

Her ass hit the footboard before the rest of her realized there was nowhere else to go. Leaving my hands in my pockets, I leaned forward, running my nose along the jut of her chin and down her neck, before reversing until I reached the shell of her ear. Once there, I inhaled her scent, the soft notes of that body butter making my stomach clench.

“You gotta talk to me,” I said directly into her ear. “Tell me what you want.” Straightening, I cocked my head to the side and waited. As she’d so graciously reminded me, I’d already expressed what I wanted from her. Now, it was her turn to be frank.

Her eyes had darkened to a deep, dark brown reminiscent of molten chocolate, and her unrestrained nipples had pebbled to visible points, once again calling my attention to her chest. Anticipation of possibly having those luscious nipples in my mouth made me lick my lips.

“I want more than what we have right now,” she admitted. “I don’t know if it’s the right next step, but I want it.”

“You know what I told you,” I uttered in a low voice. She was on the right road but in the wrong lane. If she wanted to catch her exit, she needed to move quickly. “If you mean it, then say that shit with your chest. I’m not gonna guess—”

“I want to fuck you. Right now.”

Shit.

I swallowed the rest of my words as my excitement had my chest heaving and my rationality disappearing behind my lust. It wasn’t the conversation we were supposed to be having, but I’d wanted for a distraction and one had landed right in my lap. Besides, there was always pillow talk.

The heat that engulfed me at her declaration was like a fire under my feet, and I started toward her. Clocking my movements, she moved briskly, meeting me halfway, wrapping her arms around my shoulders as our mouths clashed together in flurry of want and need and hunger. Instantly, I reached for her ass, slipping my hands underneath the thin material of her leggings and gripping her cheeks tightly, pulling her body close to mine. It wasn’t enough. There were too many layers of clothing separating us; too much space that didn’t need to be there.

Once again, D’Vaughn proved how in-sync we were when she clutched the hem of my shirt and quickly raised it up my body. Only when the material reached my armpits did I break our connection, lifting my arms so that she could yank the shirt over my head and toss it behind her. Before I could reach for her, she crossed her arms at her waist and tugged the tank top that had been torturing me all night up, releasing her bountiful breasts right into my hands.

Bending my knees, I hefted the round globes up and sucked one nipple into my mouth while rolling the other between my thumb and forefinger. A soft whimper fell from her lips and she trailed her hands down my shoulders and over my rib cage, delicately dancing along the lines of my tattoos, leaving heat everywhere that she touched.

“Kris,” she breathed, “get on the bed, baby.”

Instead of moving around her and getting on the bed first, I gently pushed her backward and lifted her legs to scoot her toward the center of the mattress. I climbed over her, kissing up her stomach, through the valley of her breasts, and along her neck until I reached her lips. She dug her fingers into my locs and tugged. Pushing up on my hands, I peered down at her through heavily-lidded eyes.

“Why did you get in this bed with all of these clothes on?”

Smirking, I glanced down my body. I still wore my sports bra and jogging pants.

“If you want me naked, preciosa, just say that.”

Those chocolate orbs glinted at me. She pushed up on her elbows and held my gaze. “I want to feel your skin sliding against mine. Take off your clothes.”

My heart pounded in my chest and a connected vein pulsed between my legs. It was in her even, unwavering tone. The matter-of-fact way she gave voice to her wants. It shook me.

I scrambled to the edge of the bed and pushed down my pants and boxer briefs, kicking them to the side as I ripped my bra off and dropped it mercilessly to the ground. Wearing nothing but the skin I was born in, I crawled back toward the sexy woman who had managed to penetrate even my slumbering thoughts. Her bottom lip was firmly secured between her teeth as she tracked my movements with a hungry gaze. Before correcting that, I reached for the waistband of her leggings, rolling them and her cotton thong down and off of her body, flinging them over my shoulder to join the growing pile of abandoned clothing. Kneeling above her, I took in every dip and curve of her body, unsure of where to start because I wanted to be in so many places at once and briefly wishing I’d been born with more than one set of hands.

While I was trying to decide, D’Vaughn lifted her hips, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me down to lie flush against her. I braced myself on my forearms to keep our heads from crashing together, but that didn’t stop her. Seamlessly—almost as if we’d practiced the move—she rose to meet me, wrapping her arms around my back and once again bringing her mouth to mine.