I spread my knees, but his legs on either side stop me from opening them too far.
Vaughn drops his forehead to my shoulder, his hot breath fanning out across my back. I shiver beneath him.
His lips press down against my skin, just along the back curve of my neck. It tickles and curls a tingling sensation at the base of my spine. His tongue flicks out, his teeth bite gently. I want to cry out. To beg for release.
His chest presses against my back, his big, thick cock slipping between my thighs, sliding over my slickness. One, two, three strokes of the head of head cock over my opening then sinking deep inside me. “Ah, fuck,” he moans, against the side of my neck.
My God, the way he feels.
He’s so big and hard, I can feel every pulse and throb of him inside me, filling me completely, utterly, until there is no more me. I’m only an illusion of flesh and blood and bones. Both of us a current of electric energy, made of pure pleasure and need, building and vibrating with such intensity that it is quite possible our climaxes could bring down the rest of this goddamn mountain.
A sweet, coiling sensation flutters at the apex of my core. A whimper bubbles up from my throat and my eyes squeeze shut tight. Vaughn pulls out slow, and thrusts back in, over and over in long, slow delicious strokes. Deeper and deeper each time. The full length of him pushes and pulls, drags along my walls, sparking that flutter into a spiraling, uncontrollable tension.
“Oh, fuck. This is…oh fuck,” his voice shakes.
I rock my bottom to the slow steady rhythm of his thrusts. “This is what?” I moan.
“So fucking good…I’m losing my mind.”
I’m desperate for him to lose more than his mind with me.
I roll my hips faster and dig my nails into the fisted sheets. Whimpers and little breathy sounds fall from my lips, and the more moans I make the faster and harder his thrusts become. And good God, am I about to start singing.
“Jesus, babe—you’re so tight…ah…I can feel how close you are to coming.” The lean muscles of his legs tighten around my thighs and his voice tumbles into low growls and mumbled curses.
The winding pressure in my body coils and curls, it ricochets through my insides, building and spreading. Harder and deeper he drives into me until liquid fire explodes through my body. It erupts in my core, spreading like hot lava, melting down my legs. I can feel every muscle in Vaughn’s body working as my orgasm squeezes around him. His arms tremble, his legs shake, his abdomen strains with every thrust he tries to get through. Driving and thrusting, over and over, his breaths a jumble of grunts and prayers until his entire body tightens and I feel the warmth of his orgasm spilling into me.
For a brief moment we stay still, and I feel, for just a second, the warm press of his lips between my shoulder blades. A small intimate gesture that steals my breath away.
Then the weight of his body shifts, and he’s gone, rolling to the other side of the bed, creating a chasm of distance between us. My heart hiccups, hammering with a chaotic beat of small shatters and quick breaths. Heaviness fills my stomach, dropping it down to the floor.
I just had sex with Vaughn Montgomery. The corners of my eyes sting and I drop my chin to my chest. What the hell did I just do? I still feel the heat of his body on me. I can still feel the last tingles of pleasure seeping from my pores. And I want more. Ashamed, I stand up and stumble away.
Then a wave of nausea slams through me when I feel his warm cum running down my leg. “I can’t believe that just happened,” I mutter. I’m in shock, grabbing spastically at the tissue box and trying to wipe away all the evidence. Could that have really just happened? Maybe I didn’t make it out of the avalanche in time after all. Maybe I’m dead.
I run my hands through my hair. My fingers catch and tangle in knots.
“That didn’t just happen,” Vaughn says, his voice hoarse and cracked. “We weren’t us, remember? Just two strangers.”
A thick lump forms in my throat and my entire face tingles with heat.
Maybe I’m having a stroke.
Vaughn watches me with wide, shell-shocked eyes. “I’m serious, Claire. Strangers. We can’t let—"
“What do you think I’m going to do, call TMZ and tell everyone?” I snap.
“Maybe,” he smiles, letting me know he’s teasing. “Maybe you’ll get a few thousand for the story.”
“Right, whatever. Believe me, Vaughn, no one thinks your sex life if worth any amount of money.” I make my way over to our discarded clothes. They’re still wet and cold on the floor and I’m standing in the middle of the room as naked as the day I was born.
I need to get out of this cursed house. My phone! Where’s my phone? “I don’t know where my phone is. Do you have yours? Can you call someone?” I don’t know how long we’ve slept. I don’t know what damage is done. My brain is foggy and a plethora of emotions are spinning through it in wild pandemonium. Complete anarchy in my mind.
“Claire, it’s three in the morning,” he sighs. “There’s no one I can call right now.”
I nod like a bobble head on the dashboard of an off-road vehicle and avoid any and all eye contact with him.
“Hey,” he says in a soft voice, “are you okay?”
No, I am absolutely not. I’m stuck here with him until it’s a decent hour to call for help, and I’m not sure I can take even a second more. I mean, really, it’s been how long since we woke up and I’ve already had sex with him. Really, really great sex with him.
“Claire?” I feel his eyes on me like the sun on a hot summer day.
“Yeah, I’m great.” I’m just perfect, except for the undeniable possibility that I’m going to either to kill Vaughn Montgomery and bury him under the frozen ground or fall madly back in love with him.
Chapter 14
Vaughn
Claire’s expression is a mixture of misery and fear. I want to avert my eyes from her, give her some privacy as she staggers around the room on her emotional rollercoaster ride, but I can’t make myself look away.
She’s mesmerizing. The way her body moves around the room is like liquid. The confused crease between her brows. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And what we just did? Jesus, sex hasn’t been this good since…
She pushes her hands through her hair and spins around the room, completely lost.
I think I broke her.
She leans over to pick her shirt up off the floor and I watch breathlessly as she moves, barely bending her knees. It’s almost a dance step, quick and graceful, and I’m rewarded with the briefest peek of the thin patch of hair between her legs and her still-glistening folds. I bite my fist to stop myself from groaning loud enough for her to hear.
I fail epically. She glances back over the perfect swell of her ass and catches me salivating at the view. I’m instantly hard again.
We stare at each other for a long, silent moment, and for every inch of her I see, I need another.
Her expression turns contentious, and she drops the wet shirt and stands up really, seductively slow like this is some chess game we’re playing, and she’s just made her move. Fine, game on. I whip the hundred pounds of covers off and climb out of the bed. As I move, I coil and tighten the muscles on my arms and legs and give her a perfect view of my chest and stomach. She’s not the only one who takes care of her physique here. I hit the gym every day.