Roots and Wings (City Limits #1)(68)

I laughed to myself from the stairs where I was quietly making my way to her.

She didn’t know I was as close as I was. Didn’t know I could see her down the hall as I climbed to the second floor.

She lay in my bed, the duvet pulled back, exposing the white sheets underneath. Her flawless tanned skin contrasted with the sheet and the white lace thing she was wearing.

Whoa. Where did that come from?

Things quickly changed. I didn’t feel like wasting time anymore and almost fell up the last step.

I sauntered down the dim hallway, and when she finally noticed I was coming, she sat up on her knees, letting me see her.

The lace was sheer, and I easily made out all of my favorite spots. Her excitement obvious, two perfect nipples pebbled under the material.

I loosened my tie and watched her lips part the way they did when she liked what she saw. I unbuttoned my shirt, then took it off and threw it on the chair next to the closet door, all the while stalking nearer.

Just as I was close enough to touch her, the lust in her eyes cleared a little and she said, “Vaughn, I’m in love with you.”

Her shoulder shrugged a little with her confession, but her words sunk into my chest.

She’d taken me by surprise. Twice.

Looking like a vision in white on my bed, her hair still perfect as the second I’d picked her up. Her lips a perfect color of pink. Telling me she loved me.

I’d never been that lucky in my life.

I rushed her and lifted her into my arms, laying her back on the bed. I needed her.

Had to have her.

She felt it, too. Holding onto me like I was a life jacket and she was being swept away by a current. I was what she needed and she was so brave and amazing for being so honest with me.

My mouth claimed hers from above and my hand pulled her closer to me with a solid grip on her thigh.

We moved with each other, not caring where we rolled, only caring that we were connected.

Lips on lips.

Skin on skin.

Our clothes somehow vanishing in the heat of the moment.

I couldn’t stop, nor did I want to.

She moved down the bed, greedy and hungry. When she took me into her mouth, she lifted a finger to mine. Wanting me to suck on her, too. I loved that naughty quirk of hers; she’d done it many times.

Before I couldn’t hold back any longer, I lifted her up and rolled her over, losing a battle of will with my patience. Wanting to taste her for myself, I slipped a finger in her mouth and she moaned as she loved on it, just as she’d been doing elsewhere only seconds before.

I licked and bit at her, using my tongue to make her back lift off the sheets and then using my finger to coax out her beautiful orgasm.

“I love yous,” poured and poured from her lips as she rode my fingers and touched her breasts and pleaded with me for more, saying, “I can’t take it.”

She was wrong.

She could take it, and she took it all as I made love to her with my hands and mouth until she came again.

I loved being inside of her after she came, or came twice, as the case was. She was so sensual like that, almost lethargic and drugged from lust.

Our kisses were passionate and slow, and she held onto me so tight.

When she relaxed from her climax, I pulled away to roll on a condom and watched her legs spread open for me, swaying in the light from the lamp on the far side of the room.

Unashamed.

Brazen.

Hungry for more, touching herself in my brief absence.

We liked it hard and fast, and I was only too eager to get to that, but I looked at her and remembered I hadn’t even said a word back to her after she’d told me she loved me.

Heedlessly, I couldn’t wait to be inside her either. My body did what it needed, positioning itself where I belonged. I brushed the hair from her face, holding my weight on an elbow. Still wet, she lifted her hips, impatiently pushing herself on me.

“You’re all I want, beautiful.” The way she was grinding her body against me was clouding my thoughts. Our hips grinding together, perfectly in sync. Deep and intoxicating.

I had to get to my point before I lost myself in the moment, to the way my body was already starting to accelerate with hers.

“Hannah, I love you, too.”

“Yes,” she whispered and moaned.

When the necessary words were out, new energy exploded in my veins and I buried my head in the crook of her neck and gave her everything I had. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms found the iron bedframe above our heads.

She held on and I let go, pushing even myself to a limit of rawness and power I’d never experienced. She writhed under me, the sounds of her pleasure filling my ears.

“Yes, everything. Give me everything, Vaughn.”

As she hung onto the rail, I sat back a little, taking her perfect ass in my hands and with every thrust into her, I pulled her to me just as hard, until we were both panting and shouting. I collapsed backward and she followed me, curling up on my chest.

“Move in with me,” I requested, out of breath. I didn’t want to be without her and I had to ask, not wanting to waste any more time.

“What?” she asked, looking up at me, and moving to straddle my legs. I reached down to pull the condom off and tossed it in the wastebasket near my bed.

“You heard me. Move in here. Live with me.”

She was still panting and swiping sweat-soaked hair off her face and her neck. “Isn’t it too soon? I mean…”