Then he lowered his head and set about the business of driving her absolutely f**king crazy.

Only when her entire body was shaking, when she was moaning almost nonstop, did he finally relent. “Do you want to come?” He circled his tongue teasingly around her clit.

“Yes. Please, yes,” she breathed.

He slid a finger inside of her, holding her right along the razor’s edge of an orgasm. “I love it when you’re like this. So turned on. So sweet.” He sucked her clit into his mouth again, knowing that would push her over.

When she cried out and her body clenched tight around his fingers, his c**k strained against his zipper from the need to be inside her. He stroked her until she came down, then he stood up and undressed.

“My turn,” she said, as he climbed onto the bed.

When he’d gotten settled against the pillows, she straddled him. She smoothed her hands over his chest, and then down his stomach, her fingernails scraping lightly across his skin.

“So it occurs to me . . . that a man like yourself probably has a particular way”—she took his erection in her hand—“he likes his c**k sucked.”

Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

“You can start by wrapping those red lips around me,” he said in a guttural voice. “I’ve been thinking about that all night.”

“Hmm. And then what?” she asked, still stroking him. “Should I lick and tease you for a while? Or would you prefer I just take you as deep into my mouth as I can?”

Vaughn suddenly found his throat a little dry. “I vote for all of the above.”

“Of course that’s what you’d say.” She bent down and licked a drop of pr**um from the tip of his shaft, then ran her tongue along the length. True to her word, she teased him with her lips and tongue, then finally slid him all the way in.

He groaned. “That’s so damn good, Sidney . . . suck me just like that.” He tangled his hand in her hair as she used her tongue to caress the underside of his throbbing cock. With one arm tucked behind his head, he watched her, and when she brought him close to the breaking point, he gave into the possessive feeling that had been clawing at him all night. “Look at me, baby. I want to see your eyes.”

She looked up, holding his gaze while she continued to slide her mouth over him.

The moment was so goddamn hot, he nearly came right there. “You drive me so f**king wild.” He saw the flare of heat in her eyes and touched her cheek. “I need to be inside you. Now.”

She slid him out of her mouth and sat up, grabbed his pants off the floor, and tossed him his wallet. Breathing heavily, he rolled the condom on and then watched as she guided the head between her legs and lowered herself all the way onto him.

“Put your hands on my chest.” He grabbed her hips and began gliding her forward in time with his thrusts. He started slow at first, until her body adjusted to him. Then he picked up the pace, the two of them moving together as she rode him hard. “You fit me so good,” he rasped as he hurtled toward the edge. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel it.”

She said his name, her body squeezing tight and milking his cock. His jaw clenched from the force of his orgasm, and he shuddered as wave after wave hit him, until she collapsed on top of his chest and his arms wrapped tight around her, holding her close.

Twenty-four

VAUGHN WOKE UP to the sound of water running.

His head jerked up off the pillow and he blinked, quickly getting his bearings.

Sidney’s bed.

No gun on the nightstand.

Sexy, naked redhead missing. Damn.

That covered, he fell back onto the pillow with a groan, feeling as though someone had taken a hammer to his skull.

As his eyes adjusted to the daylight, he noticed something that was on the nightstand, presumably set out for his benefit. A bottle of extra-strength Tylenol.

He smiled, thinking it was cute that Sidney had thought of him, then popped two of the pain relievers into his mouth. Slowly, the events of the night came back to him: the things said, the fun times had by all, the even better time had by him and Sidney when they’d gotten back to her place and—hold the phone—had Huxley actually said the words eye-fucking?

Clearer evidence that they’d all been good and toasted, there could not be.

The bathroom door opened, and Sidney stepped out with her hair in a bun and a towel wrapped around her. She smiled when she saw he was awake. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been wrung out and hung up to dry.” Vaughn watched as she pulled a pair of cream lace underwear out of one of her drawers and let the towel drop to the floor.

He was quickly getting better.

Sidney slid on her underwear and a bra, then pulled her hair out of the bun and let it tumble over her shoulders in auburn waves. He tucked his hands behind his head, thinking he could watch that move all day.

“I’m making a Starbucks run,” she said. “What do you want?”

“You are a goddess. I’ll take a venti of their dark roast.”

She pulled on a pair of jeans and winced.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“Let’s just say, I woke up with scruff burn in some very interesting places.”

He laughed, rubbing his unshaven jaw as he got out of bed. “Oops.” He came up behind her and kissed her on the neck. “Mind if I use your shower while you’re gone?”

“Uh . . . no. Not at all.”

Thinking maybe he’d heard her hesitate, he tilted his head and saw that she was looking at their reflection in the mirror over the dresser.