Page 69 of Promise Me

“Considering it’s extra large, there’s only one place it will fit.”

I laugh. I can’t help it. Any more than I can help how I break eye contact to glance down at his lap. And then my eyelids flutter. I can’t believe he’s hard—full-mast hard—and we’ve yet to really touch since his quick hello kiss. I’m immediately turned on knowing I do this to him. “Wow. You must really like pizza.”

“Pizza I can take or leave, but you I’ve got to have. Now.”

“Right here? On my aunt and uncle’s couch?”

His naughty smile doesn’t quite protect me from the unadulterated longing in his eyes. “I’ve had a dirty fantasy about you and this sofa for several weeks now.”

Now I do, too, but there are big gaps between my fantasies and my actual know-how. “I’ve never—”

“You’ve got this, sweetheart.” The naughty smile softens into something that matches the look in his eyes and destroys me completely. “You’ve got me.” Our noses touch and then…

We can’t get our clothes off fast enough. Hands seeking, roaming, tugging off shirts and unzipping jeans. Mouths fusing, tongues tangling, teeth nibbling. When Vaughn gently bites my lower lip, I feel it in my breasts and between my legs.

I’m naked and flat on my back seconds later. He straddles me, offers me the condom.

I pull my hand back as if he’s holding out a blowtorch or a scalpel or something else I’m not qualified to handle. “I don’t want to accidentally mangle anything. I like it too much to hurt it.”

He laughs—a little strained—and places the rolled latex on my palm. “I’m hurting already, Kendall. The only way you make it worse is by not touching me.”

Well, when he puts it like that…

I lift the condom and place it like a cap on the blunt smoothness of his crown. Sensing my nervousness, he talks me through rolling it over his long, thick member. His penis is a work of art—an erotic masterpiece of strength and sensitivity. Sliding my hand along the length awakens a complex and powerful string of nerves running from my fingertips to my core. I’m wet and ready.

“Perfect,” he whispers before he props one of my legs over the back of the couch and the other over his shoulder. His fingers find their target to test my readiness and then he’s thrusting inside me in one smooth stroke. “Fucking perfect.”

It is.

His hands slide to the back of my neck to bring my mouth to his. His kiss is firm. Hot. Possessive.

It’s everything.

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