Savage Vandal (82 Street Vandals #1) - Heather Long Page 0,89

this comfortable…

My eyes snapped open to the dark room with the faint flickers from the television. The soreness in my body combined with the press of a hard body against mine and a very awake dick nestled against my ass filled in all the sleepy blank spots. I let out a little groan, and my bladder gave a protest.

With care, I wiggled out from under the arm. Even with the distinct ache between my thighs declaring my very thorough and deep fucking, I felt better than I had in days. I’d scraped back a little bit of power for myself. I’d danced. Flown. Then this beautiful man had played with my body and let me play with his.

In the annals of Emersyn Sharpe, we called that winning.

Thankfully, there was enough light from the television to make it into the bathroom. I flicked the light on and almost laughed at myself when I got past the squinting to see the crown of crazy hair I was sporting. Bed head had nothing on me. There was a bruise just below one nipple, the shape a perfect hickey, and a beautiful handprint on my hip.

The thrill skating through me should worry me. In fact, as I made myself turn away from the mirror, it definitely did worry me. I wasn’t staying here. Doc was going to help me get out. Just the thought of Doc had my thighs clenching again. I peed, emptying my bladder, and then cleaned up.

Despite the soreness, I vaguely recalled Vaughn pressing a warm, damp washcloth between my thighs and cleaning me up too. The thoughtfulness in that action made me smile. I put some toothpaste on my finger and used that to clean my teeth. Despite my attempts to swallow his tongue—and ride it—I couldn’t use his toothbrush.

I found a comb and worked it through my hair. Fortunately, I had washed it before so it detangled pretty well, but there was no smoothing out the lift. I studied my appearance in the mirror when the movement of the door caught my attention. It swung inward quietly, and the mass of beautifully painted muscle filled my vision. His sleepy expression and faint frown arrested me.

Turning, I leaned against the sink and met his hooded gaze. A genuine smile pulled at that sensuous mouth, and I swore my cunt fucking tingled in anticipation, even as my nipples tightened. The jut to his cock promised me there was equal interest there.

“Thought I’d had a dream,” he murmured in that satiny voice as he closed the distance and boxed me up against the chilly counter. The contrast between his hot body and the cold marble just heightened my awareness of him. Vaughn filled the whole bathroom, and the brush of his overheated skin against my nipples had me straining upward.

He didn’t make me wait for long.

The kiss had my toes curling, even as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Palming my ass, he lifted me until I ground against the hard length of his cock. Slick dampness coated my thighs, and the fact his cock slid right between them had us both groaning, but he didn’t let up on the kiss. If anything, he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to deepen it.

Mouth open to his ravaging claim, I dug my fingers into his neck. All I could taste was him. Somehow, it seemed unfair that he didn’t even have morning breath, and at the same time, I was so grateful for it. The rub of my breasts to his chest sent a wave of pure lust through me.

I might regret my next move later because I hadn’t stretched, but I wrapped my legs around his hips and arched my own. At the first brush of his cock to my cunt, I swiveled and then sank down on him.

“Fuck.” He growled the word into the kiss, and I swore his fingers tightened in my hair. The rush of power that accompanied the thickness of him filling my sensitive flesh lit me up.

Still gripping my hair, he pulled back enough to look at me, even as I rotated and rocked my hips, riding him slow and steady so I could savor the feel of that piercing and every nerve it stroked.

“You’re a goddamn dream,” he told me in a voice so thick with emotion, it threatened to wrest control away from me, but I dug my nails into his shoulders as I moved. The curl and tightening of my abs