Page 36 of Hunted Temptation
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Chapter Fourteen
ELODIE
Vaughn’s lipstouch the center of my chin, ignoring my mouth as he moves down the center of my throat and stops at my chest, just above the collar of my shirt. Right about now, I wish I weren’t wearing the stupid thing.
I try to calm my heavy breathing, but am a panting mess by the time his hand slides from my throat to the hem of my shirt. I want him to strip everything off me. I want to be bare for him.
I have never wanted to be naked in front of a man this badly in my life. I wish I could blink and my clothes would just vanish.
It’s all because I know how Vaughn can make me feel, and I want that… want him.
Right this minute.
I need it.
Inch by inch, he glides my shirt from my body before dropping it somewhere on the floor. I don’t know where it lands, and I don’t really care much, either. His lips travel down the center of my chest, stopping between my breasts.
I’m not wearing a bra.
After he left, once my room was put together, I took a short shower and threw on some comfortable lounge clothes—a pair of short bike shorts and a loose tank, while the rest of my small amount of clothes were in the wash.
In this moment, I’m glad I did.
My nipples tighten as goose bumps break out over my skin. My eyes slide closed, my head falls backward, and I let out a long moan as his lips wrap around my nipple. If I thought he was going to forget about my existence, I was wrong.
Soverywrong.
This is amazing—heis amazing.
His tongue swirls my nipple, flicking it once, twice, three times before he releases it with a pop. Then he kisses over to the other breast, ensuring he shows equal affection. I wish he would abandon them altogether and make his way down, down between my legs… I wish he would put that tongue to usethereinstead.
That’s where I need him right now.
I feel addicted to his mouth between my legs. It feels amazing. Beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I didn’t know this sex stuff could have this kind of an effect on me. Nothing has ever felt good, but every single time this man even looks at me, my body craves more.
I thought it was all about the man’s pleasure. That anything I felt, anything that came from a session, would always be laced with pain.
But Vaughn makes me feel good. Beautiful, sexy… cherished.
When he lifts his head after releasing my nipple, his eyes find mine, and I watch as they darken right in front of me. I watch it happen, and it’s amazingly sexy. Pressing my thighs together, I can’t help but wonder if it’s me who made them do that.
I hope it was.
“You good with me fucking you from behind?” His voice is so low, so grave, that I almost come from hearing it.
A shiver of desire slides down my spine, then dances right back up. I swallow the lump in my throat, trying to think of how to answer him. My instinct is to scream a resounding yes, but nothing comes out. So instead, I dip my chin in a single nod.
His grin consumes his entire face. It makes him devilishly sexy. Without a single word from me, I feel his hands grip my hips and quickly flip me over to my hands and knees.
Reaching out, I curl my fingers around the arm of the sofa as my shorts are being stripped from my body. I brace, holding on to the sofa as I wait for him to slam inside me, but he doesn’t.
I expect the pain, anticipate it almost because I know that if there is any, Vaughn will assuage it as soon as he delivers it. This is not a man who wants to see me suffer. This is not a man who thrives on the pain of others. This is a man who wants me to feel good, who revels in that.
Before I realize what’s happening, I feel his mouth between my legs from behind me. Closing my eyes, I can’t even think about the dynamics of how he’s doing what he is, and I decide it doesn’t matter.
It feels too good to matter.
