Chapter 28
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Kate
Heat pours off Vaughn’s body, searing into my back while I unlock the door. Maybe it’s the emotional roller coaster I’ve been on this evening that’s got my senses on high alert. Or maybe it’s how desperate he has me for him. Whatever it is, I’m locked and loaded on every minute move he makes.
From the way his throat bobbed and his eyes welled as relief washed over his big frame when I first arrived at the hospital, to the way he pushed me into that elevator wall to deliver a powerful kiss that ended all too soon.
My body hums with anticipation.
The front door clicks shut behind us, and my overactive libido screams to life. We’re alone in this house after having spent too many nights making out and learning each other. But after ending those nights restlessly unsatisfied, all it’ll take is one touch for me to combust.
Big hands grip my hips as I take a step farther into the room, pulling me back into his heat. Instinctively, I link our fingers, marveling at how well we fit together despite the size difference.
I’ve watched him do countless things around the farm with these capable, strong hands. Everything from fixing the tractor and helping heal a lame horse to preparing nearly every one of my meals. Now I want them on me, discovering me, tantalizing me, handling me.
The door rattles in its frame as he backs me into it and crashes his mouth over mine.
With a lick of his tongue, he seeks entry, even as his hands slide lower to lift my thigh to his hip.
He rocks into me, grinding his hard dick in the exact right place to make us both moan.
I answer with a roll of my hips and revel in his sharp inhale against my cheek.
“Fuck,” he gasps, breaking our kiss. His forehead falls to mine while we catch our breath. “I’ve been thinking about doing that since the elevator.”
“I have a feeling we are about to destroy each other.” I can’t stop the involuntary flex of my hips, and his answering thrust drives me that much closer to the edge. “Holy shit, I’m so close and you’ve barely touched me.”
As he hauls me to the counter, I pull his shirt out of his jeans, and once I’m seated, I rip it off, followed quickly by my own. He fumbles with my bra, and once my breasts spring free, he cups those big, capable hands around them.
“God damn, feels like a lifetime that I’ve wanted my hands on you.” His hips roll into mine, stealing my comeback. “There’s no way I can be gentle. Next time.”
Latching my mouth to his neck, I clamp my teeth on him as I yank the fly of his jeans open and shove my hand inside. “Who said I wanted gentle?”
With a growl, he tears himself away from me, dragging me off the counter and spinning me away from him. He jerks my sweats and panties down, then kicks my feet as wide as the fabric will allow.
The visual is sexy as hell and also like being doused with a glass of ice water. “Wait, Vaughn…” I pant as he runs a hand up my spine, pressing me over the counter. “I need a shower. I came straight to the hospital from class.”
“We’ll shower after, together.” And then I hear the ripple of a condom package, even as those thick fingers spear into me. I gasp, and all thoughts of a shower evaporate. “Damn, I can’t wait to take my time devouring this wet cunt. You’re gonna grip me so tight, aren’t you?”
All I can think is yes, more, now, please as he replaces his fingers and notches himself at my entrance.
We share a groan the moment he pushes inside, my inner walls clinging to his thick cock. The neat stack of mail Vaughn’s kept organized scatters to the floor as I stretch my arms out to find purchase.
“Oh fuck,” he gasps, gripping my hip when I push back into him. “Don’t move.”
“You gonna be a two-pump chump?” My words are breathy, laced with pleasure. He’s barely moved and, already, my belly is clenching against the delicious sensation of being so full.
“Possibly.” His other hand grips my shoulder as he thrusts into me.
“Vaughn…” His name is a plea falling from my lips, and my hips roll involuntarily, seeking more.
He pushes into me again and then pulls out. I jerk in defiance, but his palms press me down, and then his breath skitters across my bare ass.
Tantalizing. Promising.
Then the heat of his mouth brushes against my pussy. Groaning, he traces my folds with his tongue, flicking across my already sensitive clit.
“Oh god.” I’ve never had a man go down on me in this position. It’s thrilling and a little raunchy. And feels so.
Damn.
Good when he adds his fingers.
“Need you to come, Vixen.”
The combination of his hands and his mouth on me, the forbidden aspect of this position, sends me flying. As my orgasm crests, he stands behind me, replacing his fingers with his cock.
“God damn, you feel good.” He growls, pushing into me all the way. “I can still feel you fluttering around me.”
He’s not slow or gentle once he moves. No, he withdraws and slams into me again and again. That orgasm that was shimmering on the fringes finds its second wind and blasts over me.
With a bark of pleasure, he tips over the edge with me, his body going rigid as he pulses inside me.
We are heavy breaths and sweaty skin—two souls who’ve been waiting for too long to take what we wanted.
He pulls out and handles the condom, while I lie limply on the counter. Then he’s back, picking me up as if I weigh nothing and carrying me up the stairs, where he props me against the counter to start the shower.
Once he’s got the spray to his satisfaction, he lowers to his knees before me, worshiping me with his gaze, his mouth, his touch. I sink my fingers into his hair, whimpering his name as his lips closes over one nipple, then the other.
“Let me take care of you,” he whispers, rising and taking me into his arms, then hauling me into the shower.
This man.
He’s so thoughtful. Always making sure I have everything I need to succeed in this program and that Gus has what he needs to keep him going. With my body pliant and relaxed, he props me against him, washing and conditioning my hair, scrubbing every inch of my skin.
This man is so tender in the way he cares for me. That rugged exterior of his masks his sensitive soul. It makes me want to reciprocate. To open my heart, to let him in. To see if this could be something more than a physical connection.
When he’s finished his task, I place a hand over his, stilling him before he can direct me to whatever he wants from me next.
“Your turn,” I murmur, stealing the washrag from him.
His body is a feast for the senses—all hard planes and firm muscles. A smattering of tattoos covers his chest and shoulders. And the way his soap mixes with his chemistry makes me want to burrow into him.
I turn us so the spray kneads his muscles. “Have a little shoulder massage while I take care of you.” I lower to kneel before him, taking his growing erection in my hand as I clean him with as much meticulousness as he gave mine.
“Kate, you don’t—”
His words cut off as I trace a vein with my tongue. Moaning, he sinks his fingers into my hair, and I reward him by licking around the head of his beautiful cock. And by the time I take him to the back of my throat, he’s gasping my name and watching me like I’ve hung the moon.
A pop sounds as I release him, and he pulls me up into his arms, taking my mouth with long, languid strokes of his tongue. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of kissing this man.
The water eventually chills, interrupting our post-sex make-out session.
This sweet man takes his time doling out words of appreciation for my body, showing me his tender side in the way he towels me off, before hastily toweling himself off.
And then, like he’s flipped a switch, he drops the towel and shoots me a lecherous grin.
“I’m not done with you yet.”