Wardrobe Malfunction(43)

“And it will. But it doesn’t hurt to have someone put you in touch with the people who can help you get there.”

I stare at his face, his expression so earnest, and something inside me ruptures. I feel like I’m bleeding out. I can feel my face heating up.

I swallow, take my sketchpad from him, and close it up. “Sure, that’d be good. Thanks.”

I put my pad down and rest back, watching the TV.

I can feel Vaughn’s eyes on me, but I don’t say anything.

It’s at the part when Romeo and Juliet are getting married, and that cute kid starts to sing “When Doves Cry.”

“I love this song,” I murmur.

“The Prince version or this one?”

I turn my face to him. “I like this one, but nothing beats Prince’s version. I can’t believe he’s gone.”

“I know.” Vaughn sighs. “I was lucky enough to meet him once.”

“Really?” I turn my body to his. “What was he like?”

“Cool. Awesome as fuck. Everything you’d expect him to be. I was at this party of some big music producer, and Prince was there. He and a few other musicians started doing an impromptu jamming session. I got to see him sing live. It was amazing.”

“I can only imagine.”

“It’s one perk of my lifestyle.” He doesn’t sound happy when he says that.

“I’m sure there’s more than one.”

He glances at me, and his eyes stay on mine. “There are a few things. Meeting you was, of course, one.”

“Of course.” I grin.

He picks up his phone and starts playing with it. A few seconds later, Prince’s “When Doves Cry” starts to play.

He mutes the TV and stands up on the bed, holding out a hand to me. “Dance with me?”

“Dance with you?” I stare up at him.

“Yeah. I know how much you love a good twerk.”

“This isn’t really twerking music, West.” I smile.

“Well, maybe I just want to dance with you, so I can use it as an excuse to grope your ass.”

I laugh. “Like you need an excuse.”

“Come on, dance with me, Pins.” He moves his open hand closer to me.

So, I slip mine in and let him pull me to my feet. He brings me close to him and starts to move us on the bed.

I link my arms around his neck. His hands go to my back and then slide lower where he squeezes my ass, grinning at me.

I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t think you know how to be serious.”

“Hey, I can be serious when I want to be.”

“Like when?”

“Like when I’m licking your pussy and making you come. I’m seriously concentrating then.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that.”

“And when I’m fucking you. I’m serious then.”

“Any examples that don’t involve sex?”

He presses his lips together, giving it some thought. Then, he looks down at me and says, “Nope.”

And I laugh again.

“Whose idea was it to dance on the bed? Because this isn’t fucking easy,” he says.

“I could’ve told you that.”

“Dance on beds often, do you?”

“No, I just have this thing called common sense, and common sense says it wouldn’t be easy to slow dance on a squishy mattress.”

“Harsh, Pins. You’ve hurt my feelings.”

“You have feelings?” I tease.

“You’re an evil woman,” he grumbles. “Good thing you’re hot.”

“Right back at ya, West. You don’t think I’m sleeping with you for your brains, do you? I just want you for your hot body and big cock.”

“I fucking knew it!” He lifts me up before taking me down to the bed, making me squeal.

I wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. Then, he kisses me.

He kisses me like he always does. Intensely. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t.

I’ve never been kissed in this way before. And I don’t think I ever will again if it’s not him I’m kissing.

The song moves onto Cigarettes After Sex’s “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby.”

Vaughn removes my T-shirt and bra, and then he pulls his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

He’s straight back to my mouth, kissing me again. His hand goes to the zipper on my jean shorts. He opens them and then shifts, pulling them down my legs and off. My panties go next.

He reaches into his pocket and gets out a condom. Then, he removes his own jeans.

I don’t take my eyes off him once.

Then, he’s suited up and back between my legs.

Eyes on mine, he pushes inside me. No words spoken.

I push my head back into the mattress, my eyes closing.

“Eyes open.”

I blink them open.

“Eyes always on me,” he says, thrusting into me, taking me to that place no one else can but him.

And I keep them locked on him the whole time until we’re both exploding together.

Then, later, when we’re lying in bed in the darkness, and I’m in his arms, sleepy and sated from the orgasm he gave me, he says, “Pins, I’ve just thought of something I’m serious about.”