Page 82 of Wardrobe Malfunction

“Okay, I’ll give you that.”

“And when I’m fucking you. I’m serious then.”

“Any examples that don’t involve sex?”

He presses his lips together, giving it some thought. Then, he looks down at me and says, “Nope.”

And I laugh again.

“Whose idea was it to dance on the bed? Because this isn’t fucking easy,” he says.

“I could’ve told you that.”

“Dance on beds often, do you?”

“No, I just have this thing called common sense, and common sense says it wouldn’t be easy to slow dance on a squishy mattress.”

“Harsh, Pins. You’ve hurt my feelings.”

“You have feelings?” I tease.

“You’re an evil woman,” he grumbles. “Good thing you’re hot.”

“Right back at ya, West. You don’t think I’m sleeping with you for your brains, do you? I just want you for your hot body and big cock.”

“I fucking knew it!” He lifts me up before taking me down to the bed, making me squeal.

I wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts his head, staring into my eyes. Then, he kisses me.

He kisses me like he always does. Intensely. Like he’ll die if he doesn’t.

I’ve never been kissed in this way before. And I don’t think I ever will again if it’s not him I’m kissing.

The song moves onto Cigarettes After Sex’s “Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby.”

Vaughn removes my T-shirt and bra, and then he pulls his own shirt off, tossing it to the floor.

He’s straight back to my mouth, kissing me again. His hand goes to the zipper on my jean shorts. He opens them and then shifts, pulling them down my legs and off. My panties go next.

He reaches into his pocket and gets out a condom. Then, he removes his own jeans.

I don’t take my eyes off him once.

Then, he’s suited up and back between my legs.

Eyes on mine, he pushes inside me. No words spoken.

I push my head back into the mattress, my eyes closing.

“Eyes open.”

I blink them open.

“Eyes always on me,” he says, thrusting into me, taking me to that place no one else can but him.

And I keep them locked on him the whole time until we’re both exploding together.

Then, later, when we’re lying in bed in the darkness, and I’m in his arms, sleepy and sated from the orgasm he gave me, he says, “Pins, I’ve just thought of something I’m serious about.”