“Sorry. I needed to see.” Vaughan’s big hands slid up over my rib cage, stopping beneath the band of my bra. His eyes were as big as … well, my boobs.
“Okay. You’ve seen now.” I fumbled my hand along the wall, trying to feel out the light switch. Darkness was good. Why, it hid all manner of things. The bulge of my tummy and the dimples on my thunder thighs. Darkness and me were great friends.
“It’s staying on.”
“But atmosphere!”
“Babe.” He caught my hand, kissing my knuckles. “It’s staying on.”
“Talk about bossy,” I grumbled.
He leveled me with a look. Or he tried to.
“It’s just that I would be more comfortable—”
Before I could even finish the thought, he whipped off his shirt, dropping it on the floor. Next his feet got busy toeing off his shoes while he tore into the buttons on his jeans. With a hand pressed against the wall for balance, his socks were gone, and then so were his pants. Hey presto, the man stood before me in no more than a snug pair of blue boxer briefs, which happily left little to the imagination. He was so pretty. When it came to Vaughan Hewson, words were insufficient. I could spend all day trying to describe every curve and plane, each subtly delineated muscle. His long lean body was pure poetry. Poetry or porn, maybe both. My brain and vagina were still at war over that one.
“That was fast,” I said.
“Now we’re both almost naked. Feel better?”
I shrugged, my greedy gaze roving over his body. Me in the light made for not much happy. But him in the light made for fucking awesome. Odd how every bit of moisture evaporated from my open mouth. Though to be fair, the wetness was desperately required elsewhere.
“Lydia,” he remonstrated, going so far as to actually tut at me like I was some kid.
“What?”
Again, he dropped to his knees. His head almost, but not quite, level with my breasts. Lips an unimpressed line, he stared at my stomach. Fair enough. My belly didn’t do much for me either. Not that I’d put a ban on cheesecake and start jogging. Let’s not go crazy.
Instead of expressing concern regarding my Body Mass Index or some such, he pried away the hands covering my stomach, holding them captive with his own.
“Don’t do that,” he said quietly. “You’re beautiful. Every bit of you.”
Oh.
Lips placed tender kisses across my middle, his tongue sneaking out and flicking over my belly button. I gasped, sucking myself in as much as I could.
“It tickled,” I said when he gave me yet another look.
A brief smile.
“Are you going to finish your story?” Anything to distract him from my body issues was a good thing.
“Yes.” He stood once again, rubbing his fingers over the palms of his hands. “Where was I?”
“Her, starting to get a little angry. Me, breasts.”
“’Course.” With a hand beneath each, he took their weight, lifting them gently. “Fuck.”
I had nothing.
“Think I should just follow you around all day, holding your tits like this.” He nuzzled my neck, the side of my face. And all the while his hands worked, massaging lightly, thumbs playing with my nipples. “You’ll never need a bra again.”
“That should work well.” It grew harder to breathe for some reason. Like my lungs were indisposed or out of order.
“I think so.” He groaned, pressing his cock into my hip. Big, hard, definitely turned on. And lord, so was I. At the feel of him, everything low in me went nuclear. Red lights flashing, sirens wailing. The way he was touching me, pressing himself against me. The wonder in his eyes and admiration in his words. It was all too much, but I never wanted it to end. My whole body burned bright. I could light up a city. Nothing else existed beyond him and me.
“Can’t stop touching you,” he said.
“Please don’t.”
“Why the hell haven’t we been doing this before now,” he whispered in my ear, breathing heavy.
“Because we’re idiots?”
A pained laugh. Then he nipped at my neck, the sting a startling thing. But his lips sucking, tongue licking the slight pain away was so sweet. I went up on my toes, trying to escape his eager mouth, yet keeping a death grip on his arms in case he tried to go anywhere.
Fuck me. Confusion ruled my mind. There were too many sensations, both sharp and sweet. Firm lips and a wicked tongue. The licks grew longer, slower, as he dragged his tongue up my neck.
Soft soothing kisses lined my jaw, the edge of my lips.