Resist: Bad Boy Romantic Suspense Page 8

  “I was called out of town for work, and I thought I’d be back and be able to call, but it didn’t turn out that way. I was in meetings. The time zone change didn’t help and when I could call I knew you were asleep.”

  “Time zone? Where were you?”

  “Germany. It was supposed to be a two-day thing but it turned into a full week. I would have emailed, but we never exchanged that. I’m sorry. I feel like an ass for not telling you ahead of time. I’m not good with spur of the moment planning.”

  I looked into his eyes. “You were in Germany all week?”

  He nodded. “Yeah, dick move on my part. After that night at the memorial, I had every intention of asking you out for the weekend. Dinner. A movie. Something. But I was on a plane the next morning at six.”

  I crossed my arms, daring myself to accept his excuse.

  “When I heard your voice on the phone I thought I just better come over. You didn’t sound like yourself.”

  “I-I don’t know, Vaughn. My life is chaos right now. Complete chaos.”

  I’d heard stories like this before. It echoed ones of lost cell phones, or grandmothers who had suddenly fallen ill. I didn’t know why he would make it up, I didn’t care. I had to take care of myself.

  “I brought you something.” He jogged back inside and returned with a box.

  I looked at him, stunned. “What is it?”

  “Not much, but I’m hoping you’ll forgive me and let me take you out.”

  I peeled back the gold paper and stared at the writing in German on the front of the box.

  “Each chocolate is full of a liquor shot,” he explained. “I thought it might be fun. And you like chocolate.”

  I stared at him. Was I wrong? Had he actually gone to Germany on an emergency trip? Was I so burned from terrible men that I pegged a good one as bad? Holy shit. My radar had malfunctioned.

  “Thank you.” I looked at him. He moved in closer and I stiffened.

  Not because I was afraid of him, but because I was afraid of myself. How I reacted when he was near. I was drawn to him. Pulled to him. It was inexplicable and undeniable.

  “Vaughn, I-I don’t want you to have to tell me where you go or where you’ve been. We’re not even … it was one date, right?” I tried to back pedal all the things I had thought and felt the week he had been missing.

  I didn’t want him to know how often I checked my phone, or looked for him when I was on the Metro. Because that made me sound like a love-struck girl with a high school crush. And nothing about what I felt when I was around him seemed childish or small. That was what was so terrifying. It had felt real and whole in an instant. Faster than anything had before.

  “Yeah, it was one date. But I knew there wouldn’t be a second one if I didn’t say something.” He winked.

  I knew my resistance was at an all-time low. That small gesture was what I needed. It was the push I wanted to send me into his arms.

  He set his wine glass on the ledge, before grabbing my waist and roughly tugging me to his chest.

  My eyes lifted to his and his mouth came crashing down on mine. I melted into his hands. His tongue lashed and twisted with a fury I was desperate for. I loved how he nipped and sucked at my lips as he were starving for them. As he craved the way they tasted as much as I craved his.

  My hands slid against his neck. My fingers pressed into his skin, absorbing the heat from each touch.

  Somewhere along the way he lifted me from the patio and tugged my legs around his hips.

  “No roommate tonight?” he whispered.

  I shook my head. “No roommate.”

  He staggered forward, gripping my ass with his palms and deposited me onto the chaise lounge. My brain turned off and my body turned on.

  His body followed, pressing his full weight against me. The kissing burned a fire from my mouth to my throat and behind my ears. His hands traveled over my hips and I bucked instinctively when he rubbed the heel of his palm over the mound between my legs.

  It escalated faster than our first night on the roof. He had made me come once before, and it was all I could think about. How his fingers played me to pure pleasure.

  I gasped when his hand slipped between the band of my yoga pants and my skin. My back sank into the cushions as he pried between my legs. With one flick over my clit, I closed my eyes, knowing this was everything I needed.

  It wasn’t enough for Vaughn. He yanked at the corners of my pants, shirking them over my hips, down my thighs, and onto the floor. His fingers dove under my panties, this time with more freedom to move and play how he wanted.

  The kisses came faster as I rocked into his hand.

  “I want more than this,” he growled into my neck.

  Without hesitation, he slid between my legs, hooking the panties with his thumb and exposing me to the night air. His dark eyes were molten with lust. The kind that looked as if he could eat me alive. I knew he was about to.

  His head dipped low between my thighs. His palms shoved my knees out of his way as he plunged the scruff of his face against the most sensitive part of my legs. I whimpered, but he pursued my pleasure, tracing a line between my slit with his finger before sinking it deep inside me.

  He pumped in and out, added another finger and then lashed his tongue wildly over my clit.

  “Oh God,” I cried, grabbing a fistful of his hair. I pushed his head toward my body just as my body ricocheted with ecstasy.

  He sucked as the spiral of darkness canvassed my body. I couldn’t see or hear. Only feel. As the last remnants rippled through me Vaughn kissed the inside of my thigh and looked at me. His gaze lusty and wicked.

  I exhaled and let my head fall back onto the chaise.

  I bounced gently as he eased himself off the chair. I opened my eyes. His hand was outstretched.

  “Let’s go inside.”

  Chapter Nine

  We walked through the apartment in silence. Vaughn paused on the other side of the couch and I led him to my room. I didn’t worry about the boxes or the piles of clothes. I locked the door in place.

  I swiveled on my heels at the foot of the bed as his hand wrapped around my neck, dragging my lips to his. I surrendered to the kiss as he stripped the tank top over my head. I reached for the buttons on his crisp shirt, but he pushed my hands out of the way, discarding his clothes faster than I could have.

  Our bodies aligned. Skin touching skin. Hands groping and mouths sucking and licking.

  My back fell on the bed as he crawled toward me. I could taste my arousal on his lips and it was erotic. I kissed him harder.

  I didn’t have sex with men like Vaughn. Men who were confident and sexy with just a smile or a look. Men who knew how to use their hands to draw pleasure from my body. Men who kissed me like they owned me.

  His hands tangled in my hair as he breathed over my lips. I searched the darkness for his mouth. His body rubbed against mine. His chest pressing into my breasts until my nipples were peaked and tender.

  I groaned when I felt his erection slide between my legs. There was no question what we both wanted. What we needed.

  I tilted my hips upward and I felt the thick ridge of his cock planted at my entrance.

  My heart beat rapidly. My chest tingled. I burned with a kind of want between my legs that made me whimper before he even pushed inside me.

  His mouth left mine and made a trail to my breast. I inhaled sharply as he tugged and toyed with my nipple.

  “Ohh,” I cried.

  He moved to the other side, pinching and twisting the nub until I bucked from the intensity. All the while, his cock was stretching and burning my entrance with pressure. I tried to rock forward and back, desperate to suck him deep inside me, but he demonstrated how strong he was. How much he controlled me. How the timing was all his.

  He pulled my nipple between his teeth in a slow tugging torture. Just before he released the tip from his teeth he thrust the rest of his length inside me, searing our bodies together.
r />   “Fuck,” he growled into my ear as he began to find a rhythm.

  “Oh God.” I clawed his back, blinded by his fullness. Lost in how good it felt when he pushed inside me. How empty I felt when he pulled out.

  It was as if he had turned on some kind of switch that was planted in my core. My body moved in ways it never had. I wanted him to know I enjoyed it. I wanted him to hear me. To feel me. To see me.

  The first time with a man, I was always shy and reserved. I held back. I made just enough noise or pretended to come at least once. I didn’t let him see my body move the way it wanted to, in pleasure, in response.

  Those reservations didn’t exist tonight. Vaughn brought out a hunger in me that I’d wanted to feed. I squeezed his cock with vise-like pressure as he slid in and out of me. My hips rocked. My hands trailed from his body to mine. My mouth caressed him in kisses. It was as if an explosion of sensation was passing back and forth between us.

  I gasped for breath when I felt his fingers thread through mine and the wild thrusts slowed. I looked into his eyes.

  He pressed his lips to mine, pumping with a slow hard thrust until my lips parted with a sigh.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he whispered.

  I didn’t have words. I didn’t have a way to say to him that something was happening as our sweat dripped between us and the friction of our skin created heat. That I let him in faster than I had any other man. That I never slept with someone so quickly. That in this moment I thought I was connected to him more than any person.

  He hilted himself inside me and I whimpered, tilting my lips toward him.

  It was pleasure mixed with douses of pain. Wickedness sewn with gratification. Sex and sin. Lust and want I wanted to be love.

  My breaths quickened. I was about to come again. Harder and slower than my body had every experienced.

  “Fuck me,” I whispered as the pulses detonated in my core.

  Vaughn pushed inside me, pinning me to the bed. I writhed and jerked.

  “Oh God,” I cried.

  He kissed my neck and throat. “Feel it,” he demanded. “How fucking good it feels like this.”

  Locked under his body I had nowhere to go but through the pleasure. To let my body absorb what he could do to me. The bliss coursed through me and I sighed with complete satisfaction.

  I’d never let an orgasm’s impact soak through me before. I’d always wiggled and shaken it off as if it had to happen quickly. But not this time. I reveled in it. Each wave. Each jolt.

  My body felt warm and soothed, yet alive with energy.

  Maybe Vaughn sensed what he had awakened in me. Or maybe he wanted to see how far he could push me. He rolled to his back, bringing me on top of him.

  His hands traced the outline of my breasts, stopping to squeeze my nipples. My hands met his and I covered his hands with my palms. I felt him thrust inside me and the rocking took over. My clit needed the friction. Every time my hips moved, it brought me closer to another orgasm.

  His hands fell away, gripping my waist with authority as he roughly moved me up and down over his cock.

  I bounced wildly and passionately, rubbing my nipples, leaning backward toward the ceiling.

  “Don’t stop fucking me like this,” he ordered. His voice ragged and deep.

  The farther I leaned back, the deeper he hit my walls, until I was convulsing and vibrating in an uncontrollable way.

  I slammed forward on his chest.

  “Shit,” he hissed. His hands splayed firmly on my back and I felt his body seize with tension and then he growled quietly against my neck.

  His head collapsed onto the mattress and he exhaled.

  “Fuck.”

  I tried to catch my breath while he drew lazy circles on my back. I extended one leg and then the other as he slid out of me. There was a sudden stickiness between my thighs.

  I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want what we experienced to be over. Somehow moving might change it. The moment would pass, or we would get distracted by everything outside of our sex bubble. Because that’s what it was—a bubble of sex. Where nothing else mattered but what we did to each other.

  I was afraid to talk. I wanted the moment to last—at least until the sun came up.

  Chapter Ten

  My hand moved across the sheet to the other side of the bed. I heard the paper rustle before my fingers touched it. I sat up, yanking the note into my hand. The sheet fell from my shoulders, exposing my naked chest.

  I didn’t care. Vaughn was gone.

  I scanned the page.

  Early morning meeting. I didn’t want to wake you.

  -V

  That was it.

  I blinked. I didn’t know what I expected. I curled under the covers. I read the two sentences again trying to squeeze something personal out of them. But I didn’t have much time to dwell. I had to get ready for work.

  I searched for a robe and padded off to the kitchen to make coffee.

  I stopped in front of the coffee pot. It was full with a hot pot of coffee. There was another note curled inside a mug on the counter. I reached for it.

  You’re sexy and beautiful. See you tonight.

  -V

  I bit my lip and felt the blush creep along my neck. That was the note I was looking for. I poured the coffee into the mug Vaughn left out for me.

  I heard the key rattle in the lock and jumped when Greer walked through the door.

  “Hey, what are you doing here so early?”

  She threw her work bag over the chair. “I need another suit for a second meeting this afternoon. I came home to grab it.”

  “Oh.” I touched the cup to my lips. “Want some coffee?”

  “Sure.” She wandered over. “I have a few minutes.”

  I poured a cup for her and handed her the sugar and creamer.

  “So, what’s been going on? I don’t think I’ve slept here all week.”

  “Work,” I answered.

  I felt a protectiveness about last night with Vaughn. I wasn’t ready to share. The note was tucked in the pocket of my robe.

  Her eyebrows rose.

  “And my client list is building up quickly,” I added. “It’s more demanding than I expected.”

  “I know that feeling. I knew my job was going to be hard, but no one told me I wouldn’t have my own life anymore.”

  “What’s going on with the senators?” I asked.

  We sat together at the small bistro table in the corner. It was covered in mail neither one of us had opened.

  She rolled her eyes. “Squabbling over contracts.”

  “Oh?”

  Greer nodded. “Weapons contracts. They have narrowed it down from five companies to three. But that’s all I can say. You know, my confidential oath and everything.”

  “I understand. You don’t have to say anything else.”

  “Sometimes I think it would be easier if I hadn’t taken a job with clearance requirements. I can’t even tell Preston half the stuff I’m upset about. It’s like I have half a conversation and have to leave all these blanks. He listens, but he doesn’t get it because I can’t tell him everything. That’s not normal is it?”

  “I think maybe in this town it’s kind of normal.”

  I felt as if I were doing the same thing, but not because I had sworn an oath.

  “I guess you’re right.”

  The sunlight dappled the hardwood floors. I looked at the clock.

  “Shit. I have to get in the shower.” I pulled out my chair. “I don’t want to be late or my oh-so-pleasant officemate will make passive aggressive comments about it all day.” I turned to leave.

  “Not going well?”

  “She’s not the worst, I guess. Have a good day. I’ll see you…”

  Greer sat at the table, holding her mug. “I’m not sure. The contract issue has me working non-stop. Maybe tomorrow night.”

  I smiled. “Sounds good.”

  I walked in my room and started my morning ritual
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  Addie beat me to the office. She was on the phone when I walked in. I set up my laptop and scrolled through my schedule for today. I had a meeting with Max Harrison. It was the first of several mentor check-ins for the year.

  The entire process was one giant interview. I knew when I made it to the end I could interview at other places. I didn’t have to stay at American. I didn’t have to put in for one of the teaching positions. I was trying to get my footing. I didn’t want to think about what happened ten months from now.

  The reason I moved to D.C. was to give myself options. To explore something new. I didn’t like that somewhere in the back of my head I had the idea that staying at American would be better if I wanted some kind of future with Vaughn.

  It was still too early to try to call Garrett. He hadn’t texted or called last night. I felt guilt worm through me. I hadn’t thought about him until now. The desperation I had felt vanished when Vaughn came over.

  Did that make me a terrible sister? Did it make me heartless and cold? Was I so used to Garrett’s threats and wild ideas that I could ignore them for a night when he may have needed me most? Who was more selfish?

  I twisted my hands together. I no longer saw the images on my screen. I was lost. I needed more coffee—or air. I needed space away from the incessant clicking that came from Addie’s tongue when she spoke.

  I mouthed to her that I’d be back in a few minutes. I pushed through the lobby, ignoring the long faces of the women already lined up for the morning. Meg looked confused.

  “Be right back,” I explained.

  There was a small campus store a few minutes from our building. I headed that direction. At least if I returned with a fresh cup it will have looked like I accomplished something.

  I stood in line to fill a cardboard cup, reading the headlines of the newspapers and magazines while I waited. Students talked about classes. I overheard someone mention plans for fall break. That was next month.

  I paid for my coffee and stepped into the sunlight. D.C. had already said goodbye to the sweltering summer. There was a new coolness in the air.