"Of course you are. You're one of the toughest people I've met. Considering my side job, that's saying a lot." He made a show of bending his arm and flexing until she laughed again. Then he frowned. "Um, you never actually answered the question."
"What question?" That frown begged to be smoothed, and he indulged with his fingertip.
"If the night with me was bad enough to stress you out?"
"What do you think?" One dark eyebrow rose.
He pulled back and kissed her forehead. "I think you should give a guy another chance at redemption before you pass judgment." His cock, already anticipating the pleasure, snapped right to attention.
"Another—oh..." She wiggled against him. "Really?"
"If it's okay with you, of course."
That shy smile made the corners of his own mouth turn up. "Well, all right, if you insist," she said.
Trailing a hand down her spine until goose bumps stippled her skin, he nipped her lower lip, drawing a purr from her throat. "Oh, I insist."
His mental power and short-timer relationship issues? The issue with his entire life existing two thousand miles away? Yeah, he'd have to deal with that later.
Right now, Vaughn had a beautiful woman in his arms to satisfy.
