longingly. She took a breath and lifted her chin. âBelieve me,â she said, a bit more gently, âyouâre aâ¦desirable man.â Justin almost lost his composure and laughed out loud as he watched her try to keep a rein on her emotions. âUnder other circumstancesâ¦â She didnât complete her sentence, because what could she honestly say? Could she tell him that if things were different, she wouldnât hesitate to give in to all the feelings that were wreaking havoc with her heart? Could she tell him that if a part of her hadnât been obliterated, she would feel differently about the future? Could she tell him that her lessons in love had nearly destroyed her? No. She couldnât.
Justin had watched her every move since sheâd begun her litany of dismissal. She wanted him, and he knew it. She wanted him so badly that it scared the hell out of her. But there was also something else, something hidden so deep it leaped beyond just a fear of a relationship. He was never a man who gave up on anything he wanted. And he wanted Vaughn Hamilton more than anything heâd ever wanted before. She could throw up all the roadblocks she wanted, but heâd knock down every one of them until she finally and unequivocally removed that mask for him and him alone. And he would be there to help her unleash the passion that he knew smoldered beneath that polished surface.
âAre you about finished?â he asked pointedly.
Vaughn nodded.
âThen I think you ought to know that I donât give two damns about your campaign, your constituents, or your blasted busy schedule thatâs supposed to keep you so occupied that you wonât have a life! Will all of that keep you warm in bed at night?â He answered his own question. âNo. I think not. Not like I canâ¦and will.â
The heat of his erotic threat whipped through her and pounded in her veins. Vaughnâs mouth opened, then closed instantly.
He took a breath and his voice softened. His gaze implored her to listen with her heart. âWhat I do care about is you, Vaughn. For some godforsaken reason, I care about you. Donât ask me why or how. I donât know. Everything is happening too fast for me. But I donât want to stop it. I couldnât if I tried.â
He reached out and stroked her cheek with the tip of his finger. A shiver ran through her body at the feather-light touch. Her eyes briefly fluttered closed.
âWhatâs happening between usâ¦â He shook his head, searching for the words. His hands opened to her and tightened into fists. âIt only happens once in a lifetime, Vaughn. The passion, the connection, the vibrations that run like live wires between usâ¦can you say that youâre sure youâll find this again? Are you sure youâve ever had it before?â He bent slightly down to meet her at eye level. He held her shoulders, willing his fingers to transfer his emotions to her.
âI donât want to know about your past. Letâs begin from here, now, today, as if all the yesterdays never happened. We can start slowly.â He grinned encouragingly. âOr at whatever pace you choose.â The flicker of a smile sparkled in Vaughnâs eyes. âBut whatever you do, givethis a chance.â He paused a moment, then began again, his voice dropping an octave. âI know you want this.â He stepped closer. âYou know how I can tell?â he asked arrogantly, the light of mischief dancing in his eyes.
âNo. How can you tell?â Vaughn whispered, softening at his touch.
âBecause every time I hold you in my arms, like thisâ¦â He enfolded her in a gentle embrace. His mouth lowered to whisper above hers. âAnd kiss you, as Iâm going to doâ¦â
âYes,â she breathed.
âI can feel every fiber in your body dissolve into hot liquid and burn through my veins like a white heat.