Tell Me What You Need

by Susan Sheehey

  Who wouldn’t, with Vaughn Ayers?

  The most popular boy in high school had turned into the sexiest man she’d ever seen, and he wanted her. If she was sticking around town for a few more days to finish off the last mark with the latest turn of events, Cora wanted to enjoy herself. The second he’d said dancing—her personal weakness—she’d conceded. Not a hard sell.

  Although she had to admit, from where the former football and lacrosse player learned Latin dancing nearly had her jaw on the floor. Again. The man kept surprising her.

  Vaughn’s strong hand led her to the dance floor, where a fast tempo pulsed through the room. Dozens of couples filled that space with their energetic moves and glistening bodies, too much to resist.

  The music flowed through her soul, the dances ingrained in her blood from genetics and her mother’s tutelage.

  His gaze was alight with excitement and the spotlights spun across everyone’s faces. His blue eyes appeared almost translucent as he pulled her closer, his hand firm against the small of her back.

  Then his hips moved to the beat, and with a natural pull, Cora followed his lead the rest of the dance. His expert lead. So much so, she found herself doing a double take or touching her chest several times. The man literally stole her breath. Especially when he threw her into masterful spins, or dipped her over his arm. Never to flaunt himself and his own moves…always to show her off to the crowd.

  Except for the moments where Vaughn tucked his hip between her legs, and pressed her into him so hard, she nearly lost control. Those moves were just the two of them, connecting on a level where both implied much more.

  The rest of the crowd faded away, despite barely any room between couples. His thumb moved under her shirt at her back, skimming her spine. While his other hand glided up and down her thigh in a vicious tease.

  Implying something for later, something she couldn’t last much longer without. Not with this incredibly suave Latin Fred Astaire literally under her fingertips.

  My personal weakness.

  Until the dance switched to a slower rhythm. A sensual rumba, with a modern mix.

  His stare said it all. He wanted her, he was going to bring everything he had to this dance, and she should do the same.

  Cora moved into his frame, placing her hand on his chest. Vaughn’s pulse raced under her touch, and his skin was hot. A sheen across his collar bone glistened under the lights, and she could see herself licking it off later.

  With a firm grip on her hips, he pulled her waist flush against his thigh, and dipped her backward. Her hair grazed the floor in a long, slow circle, her full weight on his leg.

  His hand traced down her sternum to her stomach, gliding along that made goosebumps rise all over her body.

  Finishing the slow circle, he brought her up with her torso flush against his. Their foreheads touched, and he placed a kiss on the tip of her nose.

  A smile crept up on her heavenly lips.

  From there, they let themselves go.

  They swirled and ground against each other song after song, an intoxicating prelude that lasted hours. They’d barely said a word during those dances, but they’d spoken more than enough with their bodies.

  That left no doubt of their intentions.

  Cora was going to enjoy herself tonight, thoroughly, and with a vigor Vaughn would have one hell of a time keeping up with.

  She’d make sure of it.

  CHAPTER TEN

  Vaughn

  The Puerto Rican duchess matched Vaughn step for step the entire night. And then some.

  By the time they opened the door to his apartment, Cora had outright dominated him with her skills. She yanked on his belt, sliding it from the loops in one slick move, all without releasing his mouth.

  God, her mouth. A hypnotic haven and sinful playground all in one.

  So much for sweeping her off her feet.

  She’d knocked him flat with just her kiss.

  He slid his hands under her shirt, her soft skin responding to his touch like a magnet. He tugged it higher, and pulled it over her head. Revealing her indigo lace bra squeezing her breasts together that made him audibly groan.

  Vaughn ducked his head lower, spreading wet kisses along her bra-line. Then down her sternum, and back up. All the while her fingers scraped through his hair, sending tingles down his spine.

  There in his living room, between the camel leather sofas and glass entertainment center, with only a plush chocolate rug under their feet.

  He came up for air, to gaze into her hazy eyes.

  Cora pressed her lips together, then licked him off her skin.

  He had to try that, too. Find out what she tasted like after he’d kissed her senseless. Vaughn moved in for more, his tongue owning her mouth like a lion tamer, yet at the mercy of a wild animal.

  A temptress, from whom he wouldn’t mind a mauling.

  Her fingers unfastened the buttons on his shirt, hurriedly stripping the fabric from his torso, followed quickly by his undershirt. Her palms against his naked chest pumped his heart rate higher.

  When her hips swayed on their own, to a rhythm only in her head, he met her steps. Repeating the same dance from the club, slow, sensual, with her sex pressed against his thigh.

  Now, this is a rumba I’ve been waiting for.

  He slid his hands down her back, feeling every curve against her skin. When Vaughn reached her ass, he pulled her in tighter, rubbing that hot junction of her thighs against him.

  Cora’s hips swirled to the rhythm, and he slid his thumbs inside her hem. With another roll, the skirt slid down her bottom, each sway dropping it further down her leg, until it reached her knees. Where gravity pulled it to the floor.

  Her matching lace thong barely covered a thing.

  He nearly drooled at the sight.

  Her arms reached over her head, her shoulders rolling to the imaginary beat they both could hear. With their bodies and their souls.

  He palmed her ass, squeezing those delectable cheeks that made him ache. His hands trailed up her back, even slower. One stopped between her shoulder blades, and the other continued up her shoulder, and gripped her hand.

  Vaughn nipped at her chin, letting their hot breaths meld in a humid storm of pheromones and lust.

  Then he dipped her back. The same circle as on the dance floor, with her hair nearly skimming the rug, only slower, her breasts straining against the bra. At the lowest point in the dip, the top of one perfect nipple peaked out from the fabric, beaded like a diamond tip. Begging to be suckled.

  He couldn’t help himself.

  On her way up, he dipped his head and covered over that sweet peak with his mouth.

  Cora gasped and grabbed the sides of his head. Followed by a carnal moan that made his dick jump.

  He swirled his tongue around the bud, leaving a wet trail in its wake.

  Her fingers tightened on his scalp.

  But they didn’t stop there. She kept moving her hands down his bare back, and slipped her nails into his waistline. Then she brought them forward, and deftly unzipped his pants.

  Vaughn stood her upright, swaying his hips while she grabbed the hem.

  “For a white boy,” Her voice was like melted honey. “You certainly dance like you’re Latin blooded, through and through.”

  Threading his fingers through her hair, he cradled the back of her head, her citrus shampoo mixing with her exotic perfume. “Only when I’m with the right partner.” He kissed her smile, their hips continuing to sway to the music their bodies remembered.

  With a slow tug, she slid down his pants and briefs together. Until he stood before her naked, his cock at full attention.

  Cora stepped back and soaked in his appearance, her gaze playful as she bit her bottom lip. “Damn,” she breathed.

  “I’ve been saying that to myself all night.” He held out his hand.

  When she took it, he spun her inward, letting her back brace against his torso, so he could trail his hand down her
shoulder, bringing the bra strap with it. His dick pressed into back, her body so hot with anticipation.

  Vaughn fluttered a few kisses at her neck, her hair coming loose from the up-do after hours of dancing. With hours more to come.

  He pushed his hand lower, caressing across her stomach, the toned muscles beneath tightening at his touch. Her body hummed with need, or maybe that was from her throat. Or his own. Couldn’t tell anymore.

  She turned in his arms, locking her sweet lips against his. Opening for him and devouring her fill, her tongue turned needy and demanding.

  He gripped her shoulders from behind her back, squeezing her closer to his chest. Her breasts pushed up against him, straining against her tight bra. His dick brushed up against her abdomen, and he groaned into her mouth.

  When Cora bit his lip, he grabbed onto the clasp at her back, unfastening her bra one-handed. Then he grabbed her other palm and spun her outward, her bra slipping from her body as she twirled out of his arms. She laughed, standing there in only her purple thong and silver heels.

  Gorgeous perky breasts with beaded, dark honey nipples finally free of restriction. A trim waist and a faint six-pack led down to the junction of her legs.

  A heaven he couldn’t wait to see.

  A vision that drove him wild.

  Vaughn held out his hands, palms up, a smile spreading on his face he didn’t want to hold back.

  She placed her hands in his, and stepped forward. He glided his fingers to her waist, and down to her ass, then swirled her hips, slipping his thumbs into the hem of her thong. Then slid it down her legs, kissing her skin with every few inches.

  Finally, she stood before him in her full naked glory.

  “Dig in my pocket, and bring me what you find,” he said with a low voice.

  She grabbed his pants from the floor. Then she handed him the wallet.

  Without taking his stare from her body, he opened it and pulled a condom out. He tossed his billfold on the couch, and ripped open the foil.

  Cora took it from his hand, and slipped the sheath onto his already-dripping dick. Slow, deliberately lingering on his over-sensitized head, then all the way to the base.

  With a final graze against his sac, he hissed out a gasp.

  She grinned. “You’ve kept up with me all night,” she murmured against his jaw. “Ready for the final round?”

  Vaughn grabbed a handful of hair at the base of her neck, and slid his other hand down her ass. “This is hardly the final round.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  Cora

  Cora could barely breathe, and she loved every second. With Vaughn’s hand tight on her ass, and his other gripping her hair, this was the moment she’d wanted the second she’d laid eyes on him at the coffee shop.

  So damn sexy in that tux, like a walking orgasm.

  She’d never expected the man to be even more heart-shattering when completely naked.

  Until he pulled her into his hips, and his dick slid into her.

  Her body screamed, and her heart nearly stopped from the exquisite feeling.

  “Christ,” he growled into her hair. “Do you know how hot you are?”

  She rolled her hips, and his cock slid even deeper. She moaned and tightened her hold on him.

  He pulled her leg higher onto his hip, and grabbed behind her knee, spreading her wider to thrust harder, further. A move they’d made on the dance floor countless times, only with the end result she craved, finally.

  Cora moved against him, letting their earlier rhythm take over her motions. Just like her favorite rumba, when she pulled back, Vaughn pushed in, countering beat for beat as he slid in and out. Deeper, each time.

  Their bodies swayed, and twirled in a circle, her pulsing sex wrapped around his thick cock every step, until he finally had her pushed up against the wall in the hallway. He brought her arms up, pinning her wrists over her head, and thrust into her with more force.

  The sheen on his forehead spread down his neck and across his chest under the dim lighting. His abs tensed and moved with every lunge, and she longed to lick his skin. Her legs weakened with the escalating pleasure, so she lifted her knees higher, wrapping her legs around waist.

  Which made his thrust hit the very back of her. He filled all of her, so deep and the coil tightening in her core. Vaughn grabbed her ass, to keep her balanced against his hips.

  “You’re better than I imagined,” he panted. “Your pussy is scorching. And so wet.”

  “What do you expect after a whole night of foreplay? Grinding against me in a crowd of sweaty bodies…”

  “I don’t give a shit about the crowd. We were alone on that floor every song.” He thrust hard, his fingers digging into her ass.

  Cora lifted her hips, pushing him back, and her shoulders braced against the wall. Her breasts bounced in the open space between them with his drives.

  His grip was tight on her waist, their bodies still joined in the most erotic sight of her life. Vaughn, staring up her torso with her nipples peaked into little mountains, and sweat dripping down both their skin. That lustful indigo stare glued to her.

  Only her.

  He wrapped his arms around her back, and carried her down the hallway to his bedroom.

  From the brief glimpse of the room she caught in her peripheral vision while kissing him senseless, old world was her first thought.

  Dark mahogany sleigh bed, with gray satin comforter, and matching wooden shelves on the opposite wall contained a few picture frames, and what looked like jars of sand. She was too occupied to investigate further. Happily occupied.

  He dropped her on the bed, her hair tumbling out of her up-do the rest of the way, and now draped around her shoulders in a waterfall of midnight curls.

  With a firm hold on her hips, Vaughn flipped her over.

  Cora’s breasts pressed into the satin comforter, and she breathed in his scent on the sheets. Husky, intoxicating, with a hint of cinnamon. Like the first breath after walking into a forbidden bakery, after months on a starving diet.

  With a strong tug, he pulled her ass into his frame, her body bent over the edge of the bed and her toes skimming the floor. He slipped his dick inside, her sex pulsing and even hotter than before. His hands caressed up her back, until he reached her hair. Vaughn grabbed a handful, the pressure tight on her scalp, but not painful.

  She rolled her hips into him, and he hissed.

  He reached around her thighs, finding her clit, and grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves.

  Cora hummed her approval, and swiveled her hips again.

  Circling her center, repeatedly, he let her whimper grow with every rotation.

  All the while, his dick easing out of her to the tip, and slamming back in. A rhythmic surge, like ocean waves stroking the beach, piling more and more tension inside her.

  She braced her hands on the bed, gripping the cover. Her breath came in short pants with every plunge, the heat in her body growing higher.

  “Tell me when you’re close.” Vaughn increased the pressure on her clit, his breath hot on her back. “I want to see you come.”

  Her core clenched at his words. “I’m close.” Her voice trembled. “Just like that, right there.”

  “No way.” He pulled out.

  Her whole body nearly screamed in wanting. But he didn’t leave her disappointed for long.

  He flipped her back over, her breasts now in full reach of his hands, and her legs on either side of his hips. Vaughn squeezed and massaged one, his thumb focusing on the nub with extra vigor.

  She brought her legs up, and wrapped them around his waist, crossing her heels behind him.

  He plunged home. After a few thrusts, his free hand refocused on her clit, circling in time with his hips. Watching him pleasure her built the tension back in her core. His strong abs flexed and moved to his pace, his expert thumb swirling her sex, and watching her nipple darken with the more attention he gave.

  Before long, she was right on the edge of relea
se.

  “I want you to come when I say.” He kept her there for sweet, agonizing moments, slowing the rhythm to back her off, then increasing again to push her so close to climax.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, his seductive smile turning playful. Sinful.

  “God, yes. Please, Vaughn.” Cora whimpered, the edge of that sweet cliff right there, she could almost see the crashing waves below her. Above her, all around her. She was desperate to dive in. To submerge into that splendid abyss. She needed it like her next breath.

  “Then, come for me, goddess.” Vaughn slammed into her, stroking her clit at the same time. He pistoned into her, over and over, so hard.

  And pushed her over the edge.

  Her core surged with release, squeezing around him, her body milking him with every pulse. She screamed, and his name melted into her breaths. Clawing at his chest left red marks across his pecs. Her nails dug into his skin.

  “Fuck, yes!” He growled, and met his own climax. His thrusts turned jerky, and he spilled his orgasm inside her.

  Quivers racked her body, in time with the spasms in his legs, until he finally collapsed on top of her.

  They gasped for air, clutching onto each other in a sweaty heap of carnal lust.

  Romantic entanglements tasted so good. Why forbid them when they were this epic?

  Especially if she were entangled with Vaughn Ayers.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  Vaughn

  “You really are an exceptional thief.”

  Cora raised a questioning eyebrow at him.

  “You’ve taken over every fantasy I’ve ever had,” Vaughn finished.

  She smirked, and her blush spread down her neck into her chest. A chest, now covered by his black buttoned shirt. Her delectable lips sipped the brandy he made for them after their second round of hot-as-hell sex.

  “I cannot believe you still have this.” She shook her head and flipped through their high school yearbook from junior year, sitting on his bed with rumpled covers.