Page 28 of High Seduction
Erin wasn’t often giddy, and she wasn’t often tongue-tied, but it seemed right now she was both. She wanted Tim’s hand on her body again with a whole lot of layers gone so she could fully appreciate the contact. She wanted him to look at her with his beautiful blue eyes that could make her tremble with lust.
She just plainwanted.
“I enjoyed the training test the team arranged, but did you get to see any of it?” Tim asked.
She stepped into the elevator. “I was watching what I could through the holes in the top section. Mostly I took a break, though. Napped. Relaxed. No use in all of us working all the time.”
He chuckled in response.
Erin turned to him and found herself crowded to the back wall. His arms framed either side of her head as he leaned in tight, his smile shifting into something hungrier.
Feral.
Her breath caught in her throat, and she pressed her hands to the wall as the lift mechanism murmured around them. Tim didn’t move. Not closer to her to make contact, nor farther away so she could fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen.
It seemed he was going to keep her there until she grew dizzy and collapsed.
Except it was up to her to take this forward—the realization struck like a siren, and she tilted her head slightly. Pressed forward an inch to connect their bodies in a soft, seductive glide as the elevator eased to a halt.
A low rumble of approval escaped Tim’s lips. “Finally.”
Their lips met as Erin wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning in as they made more intimate communication with their mouths than any recent speech. Hot and directly to the point. Tim kissed her passionately, ripping the limited air from her lungs as their tongues clashed. Fought, then retreated.
His body was a wall of muscle she rubbed against, the contact not enough to satisfy but more than enough to fan the flames. Hungrily, they enjoyed each other even as the desire for more rose quickly.
A strange noise interrupted them. The elevator door pinged, and the musical tone broke through her concentration.
That wasn’t the first time she’d heard the sound, only it was the first time it had registered for what it was. They’d been necking for far longer than she’d imagined.
Erin fisted her fingers in his hair and tugged until he broke the connection.
He gasped a couple of times before finding his control. Erin didn’t mind the wait. She needed the time to get her legs back in working condition. Behind them the doors slid closed again, and she laughed.
Tim glanced over his shoulder and joined in her amusement. He stood and offered her his hand. “As attractive as I find the elevator, could I interest you in moving this to my apartment?”
His fingers were warm around hers as they exited the elevator and headed to his door. She leaned against him as he slipped his key into the lock. “I’m not staying the night,” she warned.
“Stay as long as you want,” Tim offered. “Only, please don’t tell me you want to play chess or something stupid.”
“Strip poker sounds better.”
He had her inside the apartment, the door closed behind them and her back in his arms, before she’d finished speaking. His gaze burned her with its intensity, his hands working to remove her coat. “Naked. I can do that.”
He kissed her while jerking her coat off her shoulders and abandoning it to the floor. She was lifted in the air and settled on the couch. When she went to protest, he ignored her, instead removing her boots, tossing them aside. Her shirt lifted off her torso, the button on her slacks opened without even trying until suddenly she sat in her underwear on the buttery softness of the leather.
Only then did he slow, taking a deep breath and rocking back on his heels to admire her.
Her heart pounded in her throat. “Strip poker usually involves cards.”
“I don’t have any,” Tim retorted, his gaze lingering on her breasts. “But to make it fair, that’s as far as I’m going. You have to take off the final layers.”
Erin’s head spun. “Give me a second. Going from winter wear to underwear in three seconds is a bit of a change.”
Only it wasn’t the near nakedness that had rocked her. It was the order for her to take charge of the final steps. For her to be the one to get naked with him.
Tim eased forward, his hand sliding along her thigh. “Take your time. I’m content admiring you. God, Erin. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
If it was anything like what she was experiencing... She leaned forward and unzipped his coat. “Let’s make the playing field a little more even,” she suggested.
