Scandalous. Donna Hill
anyone has to do is take a look at your record,” Justin said, quickly coming to her defense. “You accomplished those things. You got the funding in place to open the youth and senior centers and got the bill passed to crack down on drugs in Richmond. Not your father.”
His vehemence warmed her. “That may be true. But there are plenty of people who can’t see past my name to who I really am. Too many opponents want to believe that the only reason I’ve gotten this far is because my father is a judge. I work hard at proving them wrong every day.”
“That’s where I come in,” Justin said, turning her into his embrace. He gazed down into her upturned face. “From the moment I met you,” he whispered gently, “I knew I wanted you in my life. I can’t remember ever feeling this strongly about anyone or anything.” He slowly caressed her cheek with the tip of his finger. “You’re an incredible woman, Vaughn, and I want to be the one to make you realize just how incredible.” His head lowered and her breath stopped somewhere in her chest. “Not as a politician, or as a judge’s daughter.” His lips were inches away from hers. “But as a woman.”
Justin’s mouth slowly, seductively covered hers. His arms tightened around her, pulling her solidly against the hard lines of his frame. She felt as if she’d dived under water—weightless, free, as her mouth opened, welcoming the texture of his exploring tongue.
Wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her being, awakening long-buried desires, forcing them to the surface with a power that was frightening. Yet a warning voice nipped at the shreds of her consciousness. Too soon…too fast. She sank deeper into the kiss. After something…what? Her fingers clutched him for support. The headlines…his life, mine…
Suddenly Vaughn tore herself from Justin’s embrace. Breathless and shaky, she turned away, commanding composure. Justin clasped her shoulders in a firm grip. Her felt her tense beneath his fingertips. Slowly he turned her around to face him, his own heart ready to burst with the unnatural rapid beating.
When she turned, Justin fully expected to see doubt, longing, confusion, happiness—even desire, spilling across her exquisite face. Any of those emotions he could easily have dealt with. But not the look of pure dismissal that hardened her features like granite.
Chapter 3
“Vaughn,” Justin said in a hushed voice. “What is it? What have I done?” He held her shoulders, feeling the subtle shudders ripple through her. “Damn it, Vaughn, don’t look at me as if I’m beneath contempt. Talk to me!”
Vaughn swallowed deeply and took a gulping breath. She turned her gaze away and looked out toward the rolling waters. Her jaw clenched. “I can’t,” she finally said in a broken whisper. She shook her head and eased away from Justin’s hold. “I wish I could. But it’s impossible.” She spun around and looked up at him, her warm brown eyes filled with a pain so palpable it reached out and squeezed his heart. “Maybe it would be best if we just cut this afternoon short.” Her voice strengthened as it picked up volume. Justin saw the mask subtly slip into place. “The reality is, I’m not in a position to get involved in a relationship right now. I shouldn’t have led you to believe otherwise. There’s too much at stake,” she added self-righteously.
She began to sound more and more like a politician as she rambled on, Justin noted with wry amusement. Well, he’d just let her finish and get it off her chest, and then he had a thing or two to tell her, once and for all.
“The fact is, I must concentrate on my campaign. Too many people are relying on me. My energies have to be focused at this point.” And I certainly can’t focus on anything with you in my life, she thought longingly. She took a breath and lifted her chin. “Believe me,” she said, a bit more gently, “you’re a…desirable man.” Justin almost lost his composure and laughed out loud as he watched her try to keep a rein on her emotions. “Under other circumstances…” She didn’t complete her sentence, because what could she honestly say? Could she tell him that if things were different, she wouldn’t hesitate to give in to all the feelings that were wreaking havoc with her heart? Could she tell him that if a part of her hadn’t been obliterated, she would feel differently about the future? Could she tell him that her lessons in love had nearly destroyed her? No. She couldn’t.
Justin had watched her every move since she’d begun her litany of dismissal. She wanted him, and he knew it. She wanted him so badly that it scared the hell out of her. But there was also something else, something hidden so deep it leaped beyond just a fear of a relationship. He was never a man who gave up on anything he wanted. And he wanted Vaughn Hamilton more than anything he’d ever wanted before. She could throw up all the roadblocks she wanted, but he’d knock down every one of them until she finally and unequivocally removed that mask for him and him alone. And he would be there to help her unleash the passion that he knew smoldered beneath that polished surface.
“Are you about finished?” he asked pointedly.
Vaughn nodded.
“Then I think you ought to know that I don’t give two damns about your campaign, your constituents, or your blasted busy schedule that’s supposed to keep you so occupied that you won’t have a life! Will all of that keep you warm in bed at night?” He answered his own question. “No. I think not. Not like I can…and will.”
The heat of his erotic threat whipped through her and pounded in her veins. Vaughn’s mouth opened, then closed instantly.
He took a breath and his voice softened. His gaze implored her to listen with her heart. “What I do care about is you, Vaughn. For some godforsaken reason, I care about you. Don’t ask me why or how. I don’t know. Everything is happening too fast for me. But I don’t want to stop it. I couldn’t if I tried.”
He reached out and stroked her cheek with the tip of his finger. A shiver ran through her body at the feather-light touch. Her eyes briefly fluttered closed.
“What’s happening between us…” He shook his head, searching for the words. His hands opened to her and tightened into fists. “It only happens once in a lifetime, Vaughn. The passion, the connection, the vibrations that run like live wires between us…can you say that you’re sure you’ll find this again? Are you sure you’ve ever had it before?” He bent slightly down to meet her at eye level. He held her shoulders, willing his fingers to transfer his emotions to her.
“I don’t want to know about your past. Let’s begin from here, now, today, as if all the yesterdays never happened. We can start slowly.” He grinned encouragingly. “Or at whatever pace you choose.” The flicker of a smile sparkled in Vaughn’s eyes. “But whatever you do, give this a chance.” He paused a moment, then began again, his voice dropping an octave. “I know you want this.” He stepped closer. “You know how I can tell?” he asked arrogantly, the light of mischief dancing in his eyes.
“No. How can you tell?” Vaughn whispered, softening at his touch.
“Because every time I hold you in my arms, like this…” He enfolded her in a gentle embrace. His mouth lowered to whisper above hers. “And kiss you, as I’m going to do…”
“Yes,” she breathed.
“I can feel every fiber in your body dissolve into hot liquid and burn through my veins like a white heat. You’re in my blood, Vaughn. Just as I’m in yours.”
His mouth tentatively touched down and covered hers. He felt her tremble and pulled her securely against him, clamping his palm behind her head, urging her deeper into the kiss.
Her mouth willingly opened, drawing in the tangy taste of his exploring tongue. Their tongues, their lips, their hearts danced exotically with each other, heightening, then lessening the explosive intensity that poured through them.
The sensation of her hardened nipples brushing against the fabric of her shirt nearly caused her to cry out. Vaughn pressed herself closer to Justin to relieve the maddening pressure in her breasts.
Their muted sounds of desire filtered through the early evening air as their bodies