her
innocent mouth... Fuck, it drives me crazy.
Keely keeps her gaze on
me. “You know what it feels like, tight and wet for you,” she
whispers, arching her back. Showing off those ripe breasts, her
nipples straining at the dress. Wiggling that firm ass, tempting me
with her curves.
I groan. Dammit! I’m
supposed to be the one in control. I want to make her beg, and
instead, I’m panting like a fucking school-boy who can’t get
laid.
“You want me on my
knees and begging for you?” she challenges. “I want it too. I
want you to tie me down, and fuck me until I can’t walk for days. I
want your dick pounding into me, no holding back. Every inch, Vaughn,
I want to feel every single inch.”
Jesus. I suck in a
ragged breath. She’s pushing back, turning the tables, and hell, it
makes me want her even more. I need her on her knees, on her back,
bent double with my cock shoved up her ass screaming my name.
I crave her sweet cunt
more than anything. And that’s a serious fucking problem.
I wrench myself away
and stride out, leaving her up against the mirror, waiting for my
dick. I power through the department store, shoving people out of my
way. I need to put as much distance between us as possible before I
lose my fucking mind.
She’s got a hold on
me I can’t explain, and dammit, I can’t risk falling again.
7
KEELY
Vaughn ignores me for
the drive back to the estate. I watch him, trying to figure out this
hot and cold routine. Back in the dressing room, there was something
going on with him, I’m sure of it. A new kind of tension when he
ordered me around.
I wanted to turn the
tables, show him what it felt like to want me. But then he freaked
out and left, and I don’t know what just happened.
“What’s going on?”
I ask, worried.
“Nothing,” Vaughn
snaps. He’s so tense, I can see it: his broad shoulders clenched
under his suit.
“The dressing room
back there...” I pause. “Something wasn’t right.”
“You mean, you didn’t
get a personal shopping session with my cock?” He smirks at me,
acting casual. “I told you, baby, I want to see you wait.”
“No, something else,”
I tell him. “You were different.”
“Quit it.” Vaughn
glares at me. “I don’t want to talk.”
“Well tough luck,”
I counter. “Because I do.”
I watch him for another
minute, thinking back over what he said. How he wanted me to admit
I’m his -- only his .
As if I could think of another man when he has this power over me.
Then I realize.
“What was her name?”
I ask.
Vaughn flinches like
he’s just been shot. “Who?”
“The woman who made
you so scared to trust anyone.”
He looks up, surprise
clear on his face.
“You must have loved
her a lot,” I add softly, “For her to hurt you like this.”
Vaughn clenches his
jaw. “I’m warning you...”
“Fine, you don’t
want to tell me, that’s OK.” I reach out and place a hand on his
arm. “But you should know, I’m not like that. I would never go
behind your back.”
There’s a flash of
agony in Vaughn’s blue eyes. “Don’t say that.”
“Why not? It’s the
truth.” I hold his stare. “And you may not trust me yet, but I
trust you. Completely.”
“Then you’re a
fool,” Vaughn grinds out. I can see a war being waged inside of
him, but I won’t back down.
“No, I’m not,” I
reply firmly. “I can choose to believe the worst in everyone, or I
can trust my instincts. And my gut says you’re a good man. You came
here with me. You’ve got my back. So I’m going to trust you
enough for the both of us.”
“Fuck, Keely...”
Vaughn tries to move away from me, so I slide closer.
“I’ll prove it to
you too,” I whisper, placing my hand on his thigh. “Tonight. I’ll
submit to you completely. Whatever you want, I’ll obey.”
“You’re playing
with fire.” Vaughn murmurs, but I can see the lust flaring in his
eyes
I smile. “Then we’ll
both get burned.”
But something tells me
he needs