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Vaughan and I somehow managed to make it through mine and Maddy’s front door without causing grievous bodily harm to anyone, including ourselves. Somehow he’d managed to carry me up the stairs without breaking apart. I’d lost what was left of my sanity where he was concerned and left all propriety in the parking lot of my apartment building. After I’d launched myself at Vaughan and kissed him. For no other reason than because I wanted to. It was the strangest feeling, wanting to kiss him as if it was my last day on Earth. Like it was all that mattered right then. So I kept kissing him until my lips were swollen, until I was breathing hard and fast. He tasted like chocolate and smelled like rain after a summer storm, rich and woodsy. I dropped my arms and traced his stubbled jaw with my fingertips, unable to resist the simple act of touching him. I unwound my legs from his waist and slid down his front.

“Door,” I murmured against his mouth, the smooth wood from our front door cool against my bare shoulders. I bent down and removed the spare key from beneath the mat, since my keys were in Vaughan’s truck, and opened the door. Vaughan kicked it shut behind him and grabbed my waist to haul me closer. Our mouths collided, his chest hard against mine and when his hands traced the back of my thighs, he lifted me with no trouble at all.

“Maddy?” His breath hit my lips.

“With Jackson,” I mumbled.

Vaughan deposited me on the edge of the counter and pushed my legs apart with his hips. I clutched his shirt in my hands and pulled him closer, reveling in the feel of his big body against my smaller one. It was quite the juxtaposition to be in though because despite my small body, what I felt for him was so much bigger. I couldn’t label it yet but I chose not to fight it and Vaughan seemed to be following my lead. Or rather anticipated every move I made and matched it, as if we were moving as one.

The marble was cold beneath my butt and when Vaughan’s hands disappeared beneath my dress I sucked in a breath. He traced the edge of my panties and it made me squirm.

“Not exactly what I had in mind when I took you for lunch,” he chuckled, coming back to suck my bottom lip into his mouth. I smiled against his mouth.

“You’re the one who brought sex into the conversation…” I inhaled deeply when he licked his way down my neck. He sucked on the spot beneath my ear, and my pulse skittered precariously close to a gallop. I was so hot, and so turned on, good God. It was all sensation and no logic and for once I was happy to get lost in the moment without trying to figure out what it all meant. My mind emptied of the day’s embarrassments — there had been two, both of which included Vaughan - and my body took over.

“Not intentionally, but I’d be lying if I haven’t thought about it since Sunday night.”

I swallowed, and lifted my head so that I could look at Vaughan. When he caught me, he stopped what he was doing. “We don’t have to…”

His consideration had my kiss-swollen mouth tilting up into a smile. “I’ve been thinking about it too.” Talk about an under exaggeration. Every wet dream I had this week — which was almost every night, not that I was going to ever admit it to anyone — included Vaughan. “And even though I made a total ass of myself twice today, I want this. I want you.”

And I still wasn’t sure why I felt that pull, but I acknowledged its existence. I was attracted to Vaughan, you’d have to be blind not to be, but what I really felt was deep in my chest and not just between my legs. That’s how I knew it was more than lust.

Vaughan cupped the back of my neck with his palm and our mouths met, this time in a hard and urgent kiss. The air shifted from reverent to needy and while he trailed his free hand up my creamy thigh, I reached between us and slid the zipper of his shorts down. When I saw him waiting for me outside my class, I remember thinking he looked a bit like a preppy frat boy, with his knee length shorts and polo shirt, but now I was more interested in how he looked without any clothes at all. The first time we had sex it was dark, and I could only make out parts of him illuminated by moonlight.

The possibility of being able to see him in daylight, all of him, thrilled me, made my movements seem desperate and harsh.

“Do you want to move?” Vaughan’s whisper was labored, his cheeks flushed. Moving to my bedroom was the safer option, but I was curious to know what it would feel like if we stayed right where we were.

I shook my head. “No. Right here’s perfect.”

I straightened my back, and snuck my hands beneath Vaughan’s shirt. His skin was smooth, and pulled taut over his muscles. He was built and I traced the lines of his shoulders, his back and his arms with my fingertips. He’s stopped moving, watching me touch him. With one hand using his shoulder for leverage, I moved his hand from beneath my dress and slowly pushed it into the front of my panties. It was crass but I wanted to feel him touch me too.

“Kenzi.” He sighed my name, and I replied with, “watch.”

My dress was hiked up around my waist, and from my vantage point I could easily see where our hands were. Vaughan’s gaze dropped, and rather than look with him, I kept my eyes trained on his face. I held his hand and moved his fingers over my pubic bone and over my bare pussy. His throat worked with an audible swallow and it only made me want to please him more. I brought our joined hands up and with my fingers guiding his, moved lower until the rough pads of his fingers glided over my clit. I let out a little whimper, and Vaughan’s gaze snapped up, his green eyes filled with so much more than just desire.

My eyes fluttered when he took over and my nails dug into his forearm when one long finger pushed inside me. The air from my lungs came out in a whoosh, and I wanted more. I widened my legs and couldn’t fight the moan crawling up my throat when he pushed another finger inside me. He curled them both up, and moved them in small, pressured circles.

“Oh,” I exhaled loudly. “That’s…” I bit my bottom lip. It was so sensual, the way he toyed with my body, nothing about it dirty or wrong. Instead, he made me feel safe and coveted and feminine.

“Feel good?” he asked, his voice a low, rough undertone. All I could manage was a nod. He kept the pace, slow and controlled, so I reached between us and stuck my hand in his boxer briefs. The change in position shifted his fingers deeper and my mouth fell open with a silent exhalation when his palm flattened against my clit. I wrapped my hand around his cock and watched with satisfaction as his breathing changed. I fell into rhythm with him, matching the way he thrust his fingers with every drive of my hand. I rubbed the head of his cock and he shivered, the epitome of male sexuality.

“You’re driving me crazy,” said Vaughan.

“Ditto.” I sucked in breath.

I tightened my hold and sped up, urging Vaughan to do the same. “Oh, right there.”

Vaughan pressed his thumb to my clit and I felt it, the impending explosion of a spectacular orgasm. From the way Vaughan’s body shifted, and the way his face was flushed, he was close too. We were both.right.there.

I sucked in a ragged breath waiting for it to hit me — yes yes yes yes yes…

“Honey, I’m home!”

I screamed, and shoved at Vaughan’s chest. He stumbled back, on the account of his shorts being around his ankles, and flipped over the back of the sofa just as Maddy and Jackson appeared fun the doorway.

“What the…” Jackson looked between me and Vaughan and slapped his hands over his eyes. “Fuck. Did I just walk in on my sister having sex?”