Vaughn’s tone was harsh. He turned away from me, and I shot up from the sofa bed as he made his way over to the recliner. Vaughn ignored me, closing his eyes to pretend to sleep, even when I stood over him. “How could you twist my words like that?”
“That’s what you meant, isn’t it?” Before I could tell him no, he continued. “It is. Even if you aren’t willing to admit it, deep down, that’s what you meant.”
“You told me you didn’t want to be with me, either.”
His eyes opened then as his eyebrow rose in challenge. “Did I?”
“I’m not that fucking wild about you, either,” I mocked, echoing his words from a few days ago. I hadn’t forgotten them. He slowly stood from the recliner, and I forced myself not to back up a step even when he towered over me.
“I can be pissed at you and still want to kiss the fuck out of you, pip. Don’t you know that by now?”
“I—what am I supposed to say to that?”
“Why do you have to say anything at all?” I felt his hand cup my nape, and when he leaned down, I automatically rose to the tips of my toes. The moment his lips touched mine, I could barely remember my own name, much less what we’d done to each other. Each time felt like the first. Even when it was brief, there was no such thing as a casual kiss.
“You…will…always…be…mine,” he dictated between kisses. This time when he pulled away, he looked me in my eyes. “Do you understand?” Subtly, I felt his hand tighten on my nape in warning. I wasn’t sure if the shudder that made my body tremble was from fear or anticipation.
“We’ll see about that.” I refused to give in so easily. Or at all.
There was a rumble in his chest, and then he was kissing me again rather than tossing me away. I guess Vaughn wasn’t so predictable, after all. It felt like our senior year, and he was chasing me all over again. Something told me this time around, he was playing for keeps, and the thought sent my heart soaring at the same time my hands ached to push him away. His tongue slipped between my lips, and I barely noticed his fingers doing the same beneath the waistband of my shorts. They were so thin and short that I hadn’t bothered wearing panties.
“Your pussy better be fucking wet,” he threatened against my lips.
Even if by a snowball’s chance in hell I hadn’t been, his low throaty tone had me gushing between my legs. “See for yourself,” I teased at the same time his fingers reached my clit.
Bypassing it completely, he curled two of his fingers before forcing them inside of me and making me cry out from shock as I rose to the tip of my toes. The cruel glint in his green eyes didn’t stop my pussy from tightening around his fingers in welcome. He didn’t slow down even when another surprised whimper slipped from my lips, one he cut off by closing his hand around my neck.
For a while, there was only the wet sound of his fingers plunging through my arousal. I wanted to tell him how close I was to coming, but his hold around my throat kept me from speaking.
“It’s funny,” he taunted as he daringly added a third finger. I rotated my hips, wanting to get him deeper. I’d long forgotten that I was supposed to hate him. “I never forgot the feel of your pussy.” His lips brushed my ear as if he had a secret to tell me. “How wet it gets, how greedily it squeezes me…how every inch of your pussy molded to the curve of my cock.” I whimpered because his words only reminded me that he wasn’t inside of me. At least, not the part of him I needed most. “It’s exactly how I remember it.” His hand tightened until he cut off my air supply. “Exactly how I left it.”
Vaughn didn’t give me a chance to worry that he’d called me on my shit. I hadn’t been with anyone else, and something told me he’d make damn sure that stayed the case.
Releasing me, he dropped to his knees, taking my shorts with him as I gasped for air. Before I could even catch my breath, he had my leg hoisted onto his shoulder, and then his tongue flicked my clit. Vaughn suckled, licked, and even bit me as