“Maybe?”
“Babe.” Vaughan shook his head, pulling a little harder on the sheet. “Those things are work. They won’t make us happy.”
“No?”
“No. But fucking will.”
“True. Okay then.” I grinned.
The crazy man launched himself at me. My back hit the mattress and I was covered, the long length of his body suspended over mine. Luckily, he’d caught himself before impact. We both had enough bruises. Skin is our largest organ and he played with mine like a maestro. While I laughed like a lunatic, squirming beneath him, he nuzzled my neck, stubble tickling every damn sensitive spot. The heat of his body, the feel of his hair brushing against me, all of it fed the fire building between us. Slowly, he worked his way down to my breasts. All of my girl parts still sore from the night before were wide awake and wanting more. Squadrons of butterflies took flight in my stomach. The man was a whole-body experience, awesome and addictive. I couldn’t see how I’d ever get enough of him.
A day in bed with Vaughan sounded like heaven. His cell phone buzzing away on the bedside table, not so much.
“Shit,” he muttered, reaching over and lifting it to take a look at the screen. “It’s Nell. I better answer or she’ll keep calling.”
I cried on the inside, my craving for the man making me weak.
“Yeah?” he answered, lying on his side next to me. The corners of his mouth turned down. “We’re still in bed. What do you want to talk to her for?”
Nell’s voice sounded small and far away. As much as I liked the woman, I did not want to talk to her right now.
“Fuck’s sake.” He held the cell out.
I took it. “Hi, Nell.”
“You need to get your own phone,” she said.
“I know.”
“And what are you doing in my brother’s bed?”
The brother in question pushed aside the exceptionally fine top sheet and started kissing his way down my torso once more. Licking here, nibbling there. What a nice man. My heart beat double time, flooding me with even more happy hormones. I caressed his hair, then pushed him in the direction of my *. In a friendly manner. You know. He laughed and shook off my hold, sharp teeth snapping at my fingers. Christ, he was cute. And hot.
“You don’t really want me to answer that question,” I told her.
Nell groaned. “Well, whatever you’re doing, cut it out. I need you at the bar.”
“What? No,” I said, voice panicky. “I can’t. I have the black plague.”
“Good one,” murmured Vaughan, moving ever closer to where I wanted him. Needed him.
“Take an Advil,” said Nell. “Rosie’s caught the puking bug off her kid and Joe’s helping his dad with a building job. We’re booked out for lunch. Masa can’t handle it on his own.”
“Who’s Masa?” I asked.
“One of my waiters, he just got back from holidays. Goes to the local tech college. You’ll like him.”
“Great. But what about Eric, can’t he help?”
“Eric’s behind the bar,” she said, obviously growing impatient. “Come on, I’ll cook something delicious just for you.”
“Nell…”
“Look, I know you’d rather do stuff in bed with my brother, but I need you. Please, Lydia?”
GAH. “Fine. Let me take a quick shower then I’ll be in.”
“Thank you.” She hung up in my ear.
People were the worst. I dramatically flung my arm over my eyes, quietly crying. Okay, so they weren’t real tears. The sadness, though, was unfeigned.
Vaughan took this opportunity to bite my thigh, sinking his teeth into my flesh and holding on. It hurt. “Ow.”
“That’s for not putting your happiness first.” He kissed the sore spot a time or two. Then he licked it. “And that’s for helping my sister. I’ll make it feel better when you get off work.”
“You better. Jerk.” I put his cell back on the bedside table, climbing off the bed. “Keep biting me like that and I’m going to buy you a teething ring.”
“Your skin’s so pretty, I can’t resist leaving my mark on you. It’s your own fault.” Not even a hint of remorse from him. “Go on. I’ll make coffee, you shower.”
“Thanks. Can I borrow your car?”
“I’ll drive you in, pick you up when you’re finished.” Arms wound around me as he hugged me from behind, pressing himself against my back. I’d forgotten how nice having a hot and horny male around felt. This one in particular worked for me big-time. Huge.
“Are you sure?”
“Gives me a chance to pick up some strings from Andre. Run a few errands.”
“Cool.” I ran my hands over his arms, enjoying the feel of him, of being with him.
He lined up the length of his cock with the divide between my butt cheeks, rubbing himself against me. Whoa. What an interesting sensation. My spine stiffened then relaxed, getting into the feeling. He rumbled a low noise of approval in my ear.