Vaughn needed to get a grip on something. Maybe his d**k. Releasing a little pent up energy might help, but he doubted it.
"I guess I should go back to bed." She placed her hands on the table. "Thanks for the talk."
Vaughn had a dozen thoughts in his head, things he wanted to say to her, tell her, but all he could do was sit there in silence as she pushed to her feet. She turned, dragging her fingers along the table then the back of his hand.
He was letting her walk away from him.
This woman was unique. She was special. Her touch permeated his limb, all the way to his bones.
If he let her walk away, would he regret it for the rest of his life?
Her hand slid up his arm to his shoulder.
He grasped her wrist, pressing her palm to him.
What was he doing? Wasn't this what he'd said he w
