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head. The two of us winding and moaning, flesh on flesh. My whole body seared with him now. All that held us apart was a few inches and a couple layers of clothing.
    Vaughn took in the sight of me right back, but didn’t so much as tremble closer. “I can’t promise you a future to this,” he said. “But I know what I want. I want to try you on and see if we fit.”
    The wisp of his breath hung between us. We had barely scratched the surface of our differences. There were so many reasons to shut the door. He was still a hard edged biker. He was likely a criminal. He was no good for me.
    But I wanted him more than the air in my lungs.
    I grabbed him by the hard edges of his cheeks and pulled him to me. His lips pressed into mine, still motionless. Maybe he didn’t believe in my forgiveness. But that’s not what I was offering. It was just a stay of execution. An acquittal? That wasn’t likely, but it didn’t matter tonight. Tonight, I was his.
    I tugged him tighter and pulled him in out of the cold. His mouth came to life, soft and firm against me. His lips sucked mine in and he rumbled as he chewed on his first bit of me. He clicked the door shut behind us, then landed his hands deep into my plush butt. His mouth opened mine and he worked my rear, easing my legs further and further apart.
    He pressed me up against the stair railings and slid me up off the ground. I was eye to eye with him now, free to be kissed ever stronger. His tongue pressed against mine, not rough and unstoppable as it used to be, but slow and probing, like it was returning to a place thought lost forever. The whiskey washed away, and then I was tasting his mouth, inhaling his rich oil and leather scent.
    Vaughn hugged me to him and carried me up the stairs. I nibbled on his neck, nudging his jacket down his shoulder and tasting the familiar bands of muscle. Even in my room, he didn’t let me go. He sat us down on the edge of the bed and sank into me, as I had on him. I whimpered as his teeth dug deep into my neck and his breath poured down my shirt.
    I shoved his jacket off his arms and then both of us were fighting to get the other’s shirt off. He had mine over my head, but I was tugging at his, and I fell off onto the sheets in some inane giggle. Vaughn laid me bare and whirled onto me, sucking at my breast. My spine cracked with pleasure and I arched into him. He accepted my offering eagerly, digging down with a snuffling hungry noise. It drove me almost as crazy as the feel of his hard tongue at my nipples. I clung to his head like it was a raft. Lord knows the juices must be flooding my pants.
    Somewhere in my ecstasy, I noticed that my bottom was bare too, not even panties. Vaughn kissed his way down my stomach and as his mouth approached my center, longing consumed me. I tried to push his head to occupy the space that had opened up, but he dashed away, kissing and nipping at my thighs, working closer, then away, switching sides. A dark pit of exquisite agony consumed me.
    “Oh god Vaughn,” I cried. “Why won’t you just fuck me?”
    His mouth rose off and dropped directly on my center. I squealed out to the ceilings. His tongue barely flicked over my nub twice before my body exploded with pleasure. I writhed against him, but his mouth held firm and lapped harder. Inside of a minute, I came again.
    I lay gasping for air. Vaughn came back up, finally shirtless. His tan arms pinned mine away from my head, freeing his wet face to lavish mine with kisses. As if I was going to resist. As if I even had the power to resist.
    God, what would this boy have to do for me to drive him away? I hoped he never made me find out.
    His hard body pressed against mine and after some time, he entered me. The ache had been blown out by his tongue, but he slowly built it back up, with long shifts in and out of me. My body heated up and lit up and I started to keen. He sank onto his knees and rode me harder, until my bed was squeaking right along with me.