Page 109 of Insta-Family (Forbidden Descendants 3)

Pausing briefly as if to think about that, Vaughn turned slightly, just enough to catch my eye. Then he gripped my hip and murmured, “I don’t want to think about that right now.”

He’d have to think about it later, though. We’d both have to face it. And those things were probably going to get worse if we actually did this now.

But I couldn’t seem to think or care about those issues at the moment, either. Not when his mouth landed on the side of my throat, open and wet and too hot to resist. I gasped and dug my nails into his arm. His tongue lavished and teeth nipped, and I wanted more.

“Vaughn…” I ran my hand across his hard, durable chest, learning his shape. The steady rise and fall of his breathing under my fingers made me blink and tip my head down as he switched his attention from the side of my throat to just behind my ear.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we were sober,” I had the presence of mind to protest one last time as he began to gather up the cloth of my shirt and pull it over my head.

“I know.” His voice was breathless, and his eyes heated to melted chocolate as he met my gaze after ripping the shirt off. “Let’s stay tipsy forever.”

“Okay.” I bobbed my head, nodding stupidly, and reached behind me to unhook my nursing bra.

When it dropped to the floor at our feet, Vaughn lowered his gaze to my breasts and sucked in a breath. “Holy shit. I need to taste them.”

“Careful,” I warned, biting my lip. “They’re incredibly sensitive right now.”

He nodded and slowly reached out, cupping them so gently that it felt amazing. My body reacted, skin tingling, thighs loosening, breasts aching, and nipples going rock hard. Breathing out a sigh, I pushed my breast into his hands, and he lifted the milk-laden weight slightly. Then, he leaned his head down and licked one of the beaded tips.

I clutched his hair, holding on tight, and he moved his attention to the other one with one strong lap there as well. Moaning as he kissed his way around the swelling peaks, I began to breathe heavily while my knees turned to jelly.

He lifted his face, met my gaze, and then dipped to kiss my mouth. Our lips caught hungrily and our hands gripped desperately. Our tongues tangled as my fingers sank into his hair. I pressed closer, consuming him as he skimmed his palms over my bare back and then gripped my ass tight.

“God,” he groaned, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. His forehead pressed to mine as he continued to knead my bottom. “You are so fucking sweet. I want to taste you everywhere.”

And then he startled me by falling to his knees in front of me and spanning my waist with his hands, running his thumbs gently over my soft stomach that hadn’t yet returned to its previous condition before Ava was born. He didn’t seem to mind a bit of excess, though, not when he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to the spot where I’d housed my child for the first nine months.

Then he hugged my waist, pressing his cheek to the area, and I stroked his hair, thinking this had to be the most intimate and sensual moment of my life.

When he pulled back enough to look up at me, I stared down into his eyes and cupped his face, wondering what he was thinking with that solemn expression.

A second later, he said, “Tonight, you’re mine.”

“Every night,” I corrected him.

He released a shuddered breath, and his brown eyes filled with hope before he lowered his gaze back to my stomach and then reached for the button to my pants, popping it open.

Still kneeling before me, he dragged the zipper down and began to shimmy the cloth over my hips, removing my underwear with it.

“Oh God,” I breathed, clutching his shoulder and lifting my face toward the ceiling as he stripped me bare.

Vaughn removed my shoes and tugged the pant legs the rest of the way off me, and I lifted my foot one at a time to assist him. Once he finished, he looked up, his lips slightly parted in awe, and he drew in a sharp breath before catching my hips and saying, “Back up a couple of steps.”

I frowned for a second in confusion but shifted a step back anyway.

“More,” he urged, shuffling forward on his knees to follow me across the floor.

Reversing until the backs of my knees hit the seat of Ava’s rocking chair, I gasped in surprise when he applied pressure, making me lose my balance. “Down,” he ordered, even as I went tumbling.

I gasped with a squeak of alarm before landing in the cushioned seat. Vaughn groaned and caught one of my thighs. Biting his lip, he looked up at me as he lifted my leg and then draped it over one of the armrests of the chair before doing the same with my other thigh over the opposite armrest until I was spread open wide before him.

“Vaughn,” I whimpered uncertainly, never having shown anyone this much before.

“Lift your arms,” he said, his eyes glowing with sexual intention. “Grab the back of the chair behind you and hold the fuck on.”

Doing that would lift my breasts and push them out for him, and I’d be fully on display, no secrets to hide. I’d be completely vulnerable and exposed. But I realized I trusted this man, so I lifted my hands above my head and grabbed the wooden spindles that made up the backrest.

Vaughn sucked in a breath. “God, you’re spectacular.”

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