Page 91 of Scarred Souls

He really had. Anything this man did to me, I lapped it up.

“Vaughn?”

“Yes, Gatita.”

“Touch me, please.”

He wasted no time in bringing his hands to my breasts, palming their fullness and eliciting a whimper from me when he pinched the sensitive tips.

“Christ, Hope. Your body is a walking wet dream.”

“I swear I’m not fishing for compliments, but I thought most American guys preferred women who were more…toned.”

I had jiggly parts and cellulite like most women, and if you looked closely, one of my boobs was a little bigger than the other. It didn’t bother me. I loved my body the way it was. I’d just never thought it conformed to society’s beauty standards.

“I can’t speak for other men, but I think it’s sexy as hell that you’re soft where I’m hard. Every part of you makes my dick turn to stone. Here.” He squeezed my breasts again. “And here.” One hand migrated to my ass cheek, deeply kneading the flesh. “And definitely here.” The other traveled over the curve of my belly and lower still until those deft fingers once again dipped inside me. “Hot.” Thrust. “Wet.” Thrust. “And oh so ready to be fucked for the first time.”

“Yes.” A ragged breath escaped me. “Take your shirt off,” I said, and Vaughn’s gaze cut to mine.

My words had come across more demanding than I’d intended, and Vaughn looked ready to rebuke me for it. He tolerated my bossiness to a point, but in this situation, our dynamic had to be different.

He gave a sharp shake of his head. “I can’t. You know why.”

“My hands will stay right here on the counter.”

Vaughn’s concerned expression made me think he would shut me down, but his continuing silence left me with a glimmer of hope.

“Please,” I added with an eagerness that needed no faking. “I want to see you, too.” Given how much he liked me asking prettily for what I needed, there was a chance this might work.

Vaughn’s lips pressed together firmly while he considered my request. “If you even try to turn around?—”

“I won’t. I promise.”

Following a small nod, he pulled the Henley over his head.

Every time I saw Vaughn like this, he took my breath away. Truthfully, I wouldn’t care if he had a dad bod, but those massive shoulders, sculpted pecs, and ridged abs were very nice to look at. “You really are beautiful.”

He smiled as if my description were ridiculous, but I knew he liked the compliment all the same.

I bit my lip, more than a little disappointed I’d agreed to stay where I was. “I know I’m not allowed to touch you with my hands, but what if I just licked you all over?”

That earned me another wicked grin. “There’s plenty you can do with your mouth.” He undid his fly and glanced toward his hips. “Under the right circumstances. But I have other plans for you now.”

He didn’t bother taking off his jeans, and I supposed I’d already pushed him too far out of his comfort zone to ask for more. He nudged my feet apart and pressed the head of his warm cock against my entrance, coating himself in my wetness.

He paused behind me, and our gazes met through the mirror. “Do you still want this?” he asked.

I didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes.”

“Then bend over further.” Vaughn guided my hips back and my chest down until my elbows and forearms braced on the counter. “Eyes on me, Gatita. Understand?”

I barely had time to nod before he clamped one hand firmly on my shoulder and the other at my hip. Then he drove inside me with a commanding thrust.

Vaughn grunted while I gasped at the sudden intrusion.

Shit, shit, shit.

Too much. It was too much.

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