Page 42 of Hunted Temptation
It doesn’t take me long to shower and change, but when I put the clothes on, I have to close my eyes as they slide over my skin. Luxurious and lush don’t describe them properly. I don’t even know if I can properly describe the way the fabric feels. I don’t know the words for it.
The linen pants aren’t anything I’ve ever worn before. The silky blouse, either, but as I stare at my reflection in the full-length mirror, I have never felt more beautiful. I feel classy, or maybe it’s classic. I don’t know what it is, but I definitely don’t look and feel like an eighteen-year-old, not that I ever really have.
A soft knock on the door causes me to spin around. I open my mouth to call out for Vaughn to come inside, but before I can actually say the words, the door slowly opens. He stands in the doorway, his eyes scanning my body, and it feels like he’s actually touching me from all the way across the room.
“You ready?” he asks.
Smoothing down my pants, I shrug a shoulder, trying not to show him just how absolutely elegant I feel. I’m not sure why. I should be running up to him and kissing him everywhere, because I know how much this must have cost.
“I kind of feel like I’m playing dress-up, but at the same time, I have never felt more put together.”
“I think you look beautiful, Elodie. But I always think you look beautiful.”
I can feel my cheeks heat up at his words. My heart slams into my chest. Forcing my feet from their cemented place on the floor, I move toward him. I need to feel his hands on me… anywhere… everywhere.
Closing the distance between us, I swallow the lump in my throat and sink my teeth into the corner of my bottom lip as I look up at him.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He laughs softly but doesn’t respond. Instead, he lifts his hand and cups my cheek. His thumb slides across my bottom lip. His hand drops from my face before he takes a step backward and walks away. I follow behind him until he stops at the front door, his back resting against it, his eyes connecting with mine.
When his arm reaches out, I feel his fingers curl around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you at my office today.”
“You are?” I ask on a breathy sigh. The shiver tingling up my spine causes goose bumps to break out over my entire body.
I want that. I want him to do that to me right now.
Right this second.
He dips his chin, and his lips brush mine. He smiles against my mouth, and I inwardly hope that he does fuck me right here and now. I’m addicted to him. To the way he makes me feel, to the way he stretches me… to the way he consumes me.
VAUGHN
“What areyou trying to do, Goldie?” I ask.
She looks up at me, peering up at me innocently and absolutely fucking gorgeously. She doesn’t say anything immediately. Instead, she places her palm on the center of my chest and slowly slides it up before she wraps her hand around the side of my throat.
Gliding my finger along the waistband of her pants, I pop the small button at her middle, then slide my hand inside her pants and beneath her panties, cupping her center. Elodie’s hands fly to my shoulders. She grips me there, her nails digging into my biceps through my shirt.
“You’re so wet, Elodie. Is that all for me?” I ask, keeping my voice low.
Slipping my fingers inside her hot, wet center, I curl them, making a come-hither motion inside her. Her fingers flex, her nails digging into my arms even harder as her head falls backward slightly and her eyes slide closed.
“Yes,” she exhales as if she’s been waiting for my touch and is relieved to have it.
It hasn’t been that long since I’ve been inside her, maybe six hours, if that. But she needs relief, she needs me, and I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone crave me as much as she does. It’s not just a desire. It’s a need that is untamable. I want her to have everything she needs, no matter what that looks like. If it’s my touch, it’s hers. If it’s money, it’s hers. If it’s my soul, it’s hers.
The only thing I will never be able to give her is the one thing she deserves more than anything, and that’s a normal life. A family. And love. It’s going to break me when she finally realizes that those three things are impossible.
I press my palm against her clit as her hips begin to rock against me, searching, grinding, and climbing higher toward her release. She hums, then whimpers as she begins to move against my hand.
It’s absolutely gorgeous watching her find her release.
Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to the center of her throat, then kiss my way up her neck until my teeth find her earlobe. I tug on the flesh of her lobe before my lips rest against the shell of her ear.
“Soak my hand, Goldie. I want to smell you on my fingers all fucking morning long. Then at lunch, I’m going to fuck you on my desk.”
Her body trembles, and then her hips buck before she cries out, and I feel her wetness soak my hand.
