Chapter Thirteen Addie
Idrop the duffel bag and melt into Vaughn’s embrace, kissing him back as though my very life depends on it. There’s nothing sweet or gentle about the way we collide and mesh. It’s hot and desperate, hands pawing, tongues twining, hips thrusting.
God, the man can kiss. And he’s turning my entire world upside down. I’ve never experienced anything quite like it. Not even close. My senses are reeling. With a whimper, I rub myself against him, going out of my mind trying to get closer.
Trying to scratch an itch, and that’s it.
He’s a man with dick. And I’m desperate to get off on his equipment. There’s absolutely nothing more to it.
The fact that he’s a very attractive, intelligent man who saved my life has nothing to do with wanting to fuck him. It’s better to focus on how he’s a cop—a boring, rumpled, rule-follower…who has a huge, hard cock currently pressed against me and the most amazing peppermint breath I’ve ever tasted.
Without warning, he scoops me up, turns, and shoves my back against the barn’s wall. Surprised, liking the show of dominance and a bit of roughness, I gasp and wrap my legs around his waist. Our kiss goes on and on, and I cannot get enough of him.
When I reach for his belt, he grabs my wrist and lifts it, pinning it against the rough wood wall. I yank my mouth away, panting hard. “I want to touch you,” I whisper, trying to tug my hand free.
“Me first,” he growls, and my panties flood. Hello, Mt. Gushmore. The idea of Vaughn’s strong, capable hands touching me intimately is almost more than I can handle.
My lips part, and anticipation swirls through me with a million fluttering butterfly wings as his hand slides down the front of my leggings and dips into my panties.
“Oh, God,” I whimper as his long fingers make first contact. Stroking, caressing, teasing. My back arches and he starts kissing my neck, dipping a finger inside me then moving it up and circling my clit. “Jesus.”
“So soft and wet,” he rasps, plunging a second finger into my soaked pussy.
He starts moving them in and out, finding a rhythm that’s too good, and I buck against him. My left hand is fisted, still pinned against the wall, and my right hand grabs his shoulder, my nails digging deep, practically tearing through his shirt.
“Vaughn,” I cry, riding his hand. My famous control threatens to snap and, for the first time in my life, I don’t care. I need this. I need him.
“Cole,” he growls, correcting me.
Potato, potahto.
I can’t hold out a second more, and my orgasm comes hard and fast. The building pressure releases in glorious waves of pleasure that jolt through my body, and I collapse against him, caught in his peppermint-pine scent.
God, I want to wrap it around myself and never forget this perfect moment.
The sound of the rain echoing around us, his fingers still deep inside me, curling slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, gently bringing me back down to reality—it’s all entirely too much, and at the same time, not nearly enough.
Such a goddamn gentleman.
I don’t normally go for the gentleman. My type is usually a bad boy, and it’s usually a one and done scenario. Aftercare? Never. But, if Cole can make me this crazy with one hand, I’m dying to know what he can do with his cock.
Dammit, this isn’t good. I let my legs drop, releasing his waist from the python-like constriction of my thighs, and know there’s only one solution to this very pressing problem.
I need to get this man out of my system.
Utterly and completely. Which means one thing—we fuck each other senseless.
Then I’ll walk away, and it’ll be back to business as usual.
No more annoying distractions and lustful thoughts.
One night is all I need, and I’ll be over him.
It’s all I’ve ever needed, so I’m absolutely certain Cole Vaughn is an itch that, once scratched, will go away.
He drags his hand out of my panties, gaze holding mine as he sucks his glistening fingers clean. Holy shit, I can’t look away. I’ve never been so turned on before, and I stifle a moan.
“You taste just as sweet as you smell,” he says, voice rough, finally letting go of my wrist. I can’t miss the need in his hazel eyes or the extremely-large bulge pushing against his zipper. But when I reach out to touch him, he grabs my hand, stopping me. “Not here.”
I lace my fingers through his, and our hands lower. Heat pumps off his body and we both know where this is heading. There’s no doubt in my mind Vaughn will be in my bed tonight, and I’m ready for him to repeat this little performance. Because that orgasm? Ohmygod. Best ever.
If we can just make it back to my place before he finds a way to piss me off, we’re golden.
I glance down at the duffel bag full of cash.
“If you leave it here, you risk Warrant returning and taking it. And if you call for backup, there’s a very good chance he will get tipped off and skip town.
You also won’t be getting laid tonight.” I lick my lips, still tasting him.
“And I really want to get naked with you, Cole.”
“Fuck, Addie,” he hisses, swiping up the bag with his free hand and tugging me along beside him with his other, heading straight toward the exit. “You don’t play fair.”
I chuckle, knowing I just won our little battle.
We step into the rain, and even though we don’t have too far to trek to the car, we’re soaked in less than a minute. My hair and clothes plaster to my body, and I take a moment to admire the way his wet Henley clings to his muscles. Absolutely lickable.
“Get in before I fuck you right here… on the hood… in the rain,” he forces out.
“Maybe I’d like that,” I tease, running my finger along the Challenger’s hood.
“Don’t play with me, Addie,” he warns me, tossing the bag into the back seat.
I give him a wicked smile, slick my wet hair back, and don’t move. Challenging him. Waiting to see if he’ll make good on his threat.
“Goddammit,” he growls, stalking over to me, gaze absolutely predatory and bright with lust. I squeal when he grabs me, plopping me down on the car’s hood, and then takes my mouth in a hard, fierce kiss. Almost punishing, and completely delicious.
“I think my ass just dented your car.”
“Screw my car.” He bites my lip.
I slide my fingers through his wet hair, and he pushes me flat onto my back, kissing me with a passion that ignites every cell in my body. He’s rougher than I ever imagined my gentleman detective would be, and it’s making me burn up.
“I’m so wet,” I murmur between kisses. Literally. The rain pounds against us. His big hand rounds over my breast and squeezes. Meanwhile, mine covers his rock-hard erection, returning the favor.
“Ahh, Christ, I can’t—” He jerks away from me, golden-green eyes smoldering. “No condom. Get in the car.”
He practically snarls the words, hurling them at me, and I slide off the hood and hurry over to the passenger side, yanking the door open. I’ve never felt this kind of insane attraction to a man before. Like if we don’t have sex in the next few minutes, I’m going to implode.
The desire to touch him, kiss him, propels me across the seat. He’s already hurtling the car down the dirt road, heading for the highway, but I’m too impatient. I’m overheating, and the urge to suck him off makes me bold.
I’ve never had such an uncontrollable urge before. Ever.
But Vau—Cole is different. He brings out my wild side. Makes me want to push boundaries to the limit.
Bending over him, my head hovering mere inches above his zipper, I manage to get his jeans undone.
He places a hand on my head. “Addie,” he growls, fingers threading through my hair. “I don’t think—”
Too late. I yank his boxers down, releasing his big, beautiful cock. He’s thicker than I imagined, and I flick my tongue against his engorged tip. He lets out a guttural curse and my head bumps the steering wheel as the car swerves slightly.
“Keep it steady, Detective,” I murmur, then lick down his steel length.
He’s got the steering wheel in a death grip, and I return the favor, circling my hand around his cock and squeezing.
My lips wrap around him, sucking him deep, teasing him with my tongue.
His hips pop up then begin to lightly thrust, and I take him as far as I can.
But I’m working with a lot, and when the car hits a bump, I end up gagging.
I look up, wiping saliva from the edge of my mouth, and his attention is locked on me, his nostrils flaring. Shit, I’m going to get us in an accident.
But what a memory. When I’m old and gray and all alone in a nursing home, I can remember this moment and how I made the good detective’s control shatter.
I start sucking again, harder, and I can feel his cock begin to pulse and twitch. He grumbles something incoherent then stiffens and jets down my throat as a feral groan tears from his mouth. Sitting back, I swipe my mouth on my sleeve.
“I can’t see straight,” he rasps, then tucks himself back into his pants.
I chuckle, sitting back on my side of the car. “I’m going to corrupt you, Vaughn,” I promise with a naughty smile.
He glances over at me, still breathing hard, but doesn’t say a word. His foot does push down harder on the gas pedal, and I chuckle louder.
By the time we reach my condo, I’m expecting to have cooled off a bit, but the opposite happens. The desire pounding through my veins demands to be satiated, and there’s only one man who can take care of it.
He grabs the duffel bag and we hurry over to the elevator.
Before the door closes, he drops the bag and we’re in each other’s arms, kissing like a couple of horny teenagers.
Something about him makes me want to relinquish the control I normally strive so hard to maintain.
Maybe it’s because he’s off-limits, forbidden.
I have no idea. But I need him in a way that’s almost frightening.
I’m guessing it’s because I haven’t needed anyone since my mom. And losing her was the hardest thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s so much easier not to need another person. To remain unattached. Protect myself from being hurt in a way that’s crippling.
The elevator door dings, sliding open, and Vaughn picks me up with one hand, still kissing me while he reaches down and grabs the bag. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he walks down the hallway. And we just keep devouring each other. Finally, I pull back and grin, utterly drunk on him.
“I need to find my keys,” I say, lost in his eyes. The gold in them sparks so brightly and the green appears darker than usual. So gorgeous.
He reluctantly sets me down and I turn my crossbody back around, dig for them, and unlock the door with trembling fingers. Desire threatens to pull me under, and when I step into the condo, there seems to be a haze over everything.
Yeah, I am completely, stumbling, sex-drunk on Cole Vaughn.
I turn off the alarm, kicking off my shoes at the same time, and he shuts and re-locks the door. Our bodies slam together again, unable to stand a moment apart, and our tongues tangle as he backs me against the kitchen island.
“Need to taste you,” he rasps, scooping me up and setting me on the cool granite.
Who am I to argue? Leaning back on my elbows, I watch him tug my leggings and panties down and toss them.
Then he slides his hands under my ass and lifts me right up.
“Ohh!” I cry out in surprise. He definitely isn’t the predictable detective right now.
And I really like that. Not many people can keep me on my toes—in life or in the bedroom—but Vaughn is certainly doing a pretty good job of it.
He hooks my legs over his shoulders and I feel his warm breath between my legs.
Lightly blowing, teasing. Then his hot mouth dives down and claims my pussy.
When he licks up my slit, it’s almost more than I can bear.
“Vaughn!” I cry out, trying to twist away, but he holds me firmly, his fingers digging into my ass.
“Call… me… Cole…” he orders between licks.
Oh, my God. As long as he doesn’t stop, I’ll call him anything he wants.
“Cole,” I gasp, pushing closer, giving him an all access pass to my weeping pussy. Holy shit, he’s going to need goggles down there. His tongue, lips and teeth work me into a frenzy, my hips buck and I shout his name again. And again.
He’s a quick learner, figuring out exactly what makes me scream in record time.
I’ve never come so fast in my life, and I’m panting hard, a little amazed as he lowers my legs and begins dropping light kisses along my inner thigh.
That stubble is going to leave a delicious beard burn, and I let out a soft, very satisfied moan.
“I love the way you taste,” he murmurs, lifting my shirt and trailing kisses up my stomach. “I love how responsive you are.” He nips my skin, and I shiver. “Love how you say my name when you’re coming.”
He gets my shirt off and unclasps my bra so fast I barely have time to blink before his mouth wraps around a nipple, licking and sucking it into a hard peak.
He worships one breast then moves to the other.
I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
And that includes the spectacular gem-encrusted chalice in Egypt that I’ve had my eye on for the last couple of years.
“I need you to fuck me. Now.” I’m completely naked and he’s still fully clothed. That needs to change fast. “Upstairs.”
He scoops me off the counter with one arm and I wrap around him, clinging tighter than Saran Wrap. Our mouths crash together and we kiss with abandon as he heads straight for the stairs. On the way, he smoothly grabs the duffel bag with his other hand, never breaking his focus on the kiss.
I’m not sure if he really thinks someone might break in while we’re upstairs in the throes of ecstasy, or if he doesn’t fully trust me.
Either way, I have a feeling Cole Vaughn is about to rock my world, but I plan to do the same for him. As he jogs up the spiral staircase, I reach around and easily swipe the handcuffs from his back pocket, keeping them out of view. We’re going to have so much fun tonight.