Page 27 of Hunted Temptation
Once I’m finished, I pull on a pair of panties and an oversized shirt to sleep in. I didn’t really pack much, and what I did pack, the clean items are running low. I have two pairs of clean panties and one clean outfit left. I’m definitely going to have to do laundry tomorrow.
“I was wondering…” I begin as I walk into the bedroom from the bathroom.
When I lift my gaze from the floor, my mouth goes dry at the sight of Vaughn. He’s lying on the bed, shirtless, pantless, wearing just boxer briefs and looking like a model. His muscles are perfect.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen a man with a body like his before.
I didn’t think someone like him existed in real life, and here I am, standing in front of him completely breathless, speechless, and motionless. I’m not sure how long I stand and ogle him, but when he lifts his eyes from his phone and his gaze finds mine, a jolt slams into me. I’m not sure what the jolt is, but my entire body feels tingly.
“You good?” he asks.
I hum, and my feet become unstuck from the floor as I shuffle over to the empty bed, slipping under the covers even though I would much rather be beside him. My physical desire for him is growing stronger as each day passes.
I’ve never wanted a man before, never craved or yearned for one, never desired to be touched. It’s always just been something that’s happened to me. A chore, a job, a painful experience that I’ve had to shut myself off to perform. And a performance is what it always was…
But I don’t feel like I want to perform when it comes to Vaughn. It’s as if I have this need balled up inside me, and ifthe need is not met soon, then I might just explode. And as he watches me, that sensation grows.
“I’m going to jump in the shower. I just ordered food, but it’s thirty minutes out.”
“Okay,” I rasp.
My throat is so dry, and when I try to swallow, it feels as if I’m attempting to gulp down a wad of cotton. He jumps up from the bed, then I watch as he walks past the end of the bed, his scent wafting by me.
So.Damn. Good.
The water turns on moments later. Pressing my thighs together, I try to alleviate the ache there, but it doesn’t work. Not in the slightest. The pressure just makes me want his touch even more.
His shower doesn’t last too long. When the water goes off, I pinch my eyes closed and inhale deeply through my nose, letting the air out of my mouth slowly. The door opens, and I watch as he walks past me, still in a pair of boxer briefs that hug every part of his lower body expertly, but this time, he’s damp from the shower… everywhere.
There is a knock on the door, which causes me to jump, but doesn’t affect him at all whatsoever. He moves toward the door, looks through the peephole, then wrenches it open without even taking a breath.
The sound of a bag rustling is the only thing I hear before Vaughn calls out a thanks, then shuts and locks the door before he turns to me. “I’m about done eating on the road,” he announces with a chuckle as he shakes the bag from side to side.
“And I’m about done eating in bed—in my underwear,” I state.
Vaughn freezes where he is, his eyes searching mine. I watch as his lips curve up into a smirk. “Goldie, that can be fun. Don’t knock it.”
“Well, like this isn’t fun,” I mutter. He snorts but otherwise doesn’t respond. He tosses the bag onto his bed, then takes out a Styrofoam container and opens it, checking the contents before he extends his arm and hands it to me.
“Thanks,” I say on a heavy sigh.
He rustles the bag a little bit more, then makes his way over to his bed and climbs onto it. I don’t even know what he ordered. When I open the container, my eyes widen at the sight that greets me.
“What is this?” I ask in a whisper.
“I wanted something real. It’s Mediterranean food.”
There are two skewers of meat on a bed of rice pilaf, and then there is a salad with feta, thick chunks of cucumber, and fresh tomatoes. On the other side is pita bread, still warm.
It all smells heavenly.
I make a mental note not to complain about eating in my underwear in bed ever again, although I do want to know why he said not to knock it. I have a feeling I’m missing something. I don’t ask, though. I’m too focused on the mind-blowing dinner.
“There’s baklava for dessert as well.”
I shake my head. I’ve got a whole piece of meat in my mouth, so I chew a few times before I talk around the bite. “I don’t know what that is, but if it’s half as amazing as what’s in my lap, I’m here for it.”
Vaugh laughs again, which seems to be what he does when it comes to me. He is either ordering me around or laughing. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not, but I decide it must be. Laughter is good for the soul after all.
