Page 39 of Radiant Exception
“You could have asked me for the schematics.” He ran his palm in circles, massaging my hip. “I would have given them to you.”
“You sure about that?” I hedged, trying not to think about his other hand, still resting just below my breast. “I’m still not convinced you don’t hate me.”
“It’s not hate.” He gave a soft laugh behind me, his hand finally moving up to cup my breast, eliciting a soft gasp from me. “I require control. You are chaos incarnate.” He nuzzled into my neck, sucking at the skin at the juncture. “I don’t hate you. If anything, I fear you.”
I wanted to believe what he was saying, but until recently, our relationship had been so adversarial, I didn’t quite know how to turn off my instinct to snipe back at him.
“Shut up, Vaughn.” I tried to elbow him, but he had me boxed in, and he was so much bigger and stronger than I was. So I did the next best thing and pushed my backside into him, trying to catch him off guard.
But he only tightened his grip, and I could feel him hardening against me. “Trying to finish what we started in here yesterday?” he jested.
Giving in to my desire, I moaned a quiet, “Yes.”
Vaughn snickered ominously over my shoulder. “First, we need to get a couple things straight.” He ran his thumb across my nipple, over my tank top. I felt it pucker and held back another moan. He had me right where he wanted me.
“Last night you said you were interested in hooking up on the ship.”
I nodded against him, reminding myself to breathe as he continued to gently pet and squeeze my breast.
“I need to make something clear to you, Lark.” His tone became serious as his mouth, again, was right next to my ear. “I want more.”
I swallowed hard.
“How you’ve made me crave your kind of chaos is beyond me, but I won’t settle for anything less than all of you.”
And then his hand at my hip began to move toward my front, first skirting the top of my tied uniform at my waist, but then he slid his fingers below, his skin hot against my lower abdomen.
“I’m not the kind of guy who gets off on meaningless sex.” He continued to trail his hand lower, fingertips brushing against my outer labia.
“Oh?” My voice rang higher than I’d intended. Vaughn was clearly amused.
“I understand we have a difference of opinion on this, but make no mistake”—he took a single finger, dragging it up my slit and no doubt finding it wet for him—“it is my intention to pursue more than what you’reoffering.”
I had a snappy retort on the tip of my tongue, but was silenced when his finger pressed against my clit, resulting in nothing but a strangled mewl.
“We will be taking things slowly,” Vaughn breathed, making good on his promise already by taking his time circling my clit, as my hips began to move of their own accord.
“I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready, and not a moment before,” he murmured. A promise, not a threat.
“Vaughn…” I groaned, needing him to increase the pressure, feeling the coil inside tightening.
“You make me nervous,” he confessed softly. “So you’re going to be a good girl and let me be in control.”
“Nervous?” I exhaled sharply as he grazed my clit at the same time he tweaked my nipple.
“You’re unpredictable,” he replied, teeth scraping against my shoulder a moment later. I could tell there was more he wasn’t saying.
“You can tell me,” I offered gently. An olive branch of sorts.
He considered my proposal for a moment, continuing his torturous circling, while I proceeded to climb, almost to the peak. “I’ve never wanted someone like I want you.” His voice was far away, like he didn’t like even admitting the truth to himself, let alone out loud. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anyone at all…” he confessed. “...until you.”
Without allowing me the time to process the full impact of what he’d revealed, he finally provided the pressure I needed, causing meto tip over the edge, held tight in his arms. My body contracted around nothing, but the rest of me soared.
“We’re going to go at my pace, yeah?” Vaughn placed soft, wet kisses along my jaw as I began my descent.
“Yeah,” I muttered, absolutely spent from the orgasm he’d wrung out of me. He slipped his hand from beneath my tied uniform, his fingers wet with my release.
“And you’re going to give me a chance for something more,” he stated.
