Page 30 of High Seduction
He drifted a single fingertip down her torso. Over her belly. Between her legs. Erin jerked as Tim unerringly settled over her clitoris and slowly rubbed.
His blue eyes trapped her, the dark circles of his pupils widening as he stared, his talented finger tracing unending circles with just the right pressure to build the pleasure.
“I want to watch you break,” Tim said. “Want to hear you come apart for the first time in forever. I need to know it’s me that’s taken you there.”
Erin opened her mouth to answer, but all that came out was a long, low moan as Tim slipped two fingers into her core. Stretching and teasing as he stroked deeper. Never looking away, never pausing as he played with her. He tucked the heel of his palm against her mound and every time his fingers plunged into her core, her clit was stroked as well.
Her eyelids fell shut.
Tim laughed softly. “Oh no, kitten. Open your eyes and let me see. Show me your passion. Show me what this”—he curled his fingers inside her, and she gasped—“does to you. That’s right. Gorgeous. Beautiful woman, so strong and powerful.”
He thrust again, and again, and there was no way to stop the rising tide of pleasure from breaking over her as thoroughly as if she’d been immersed in the ocean. Erin shook as her sex constricted around his fingers, clenching tight. Seeking more.
Her gaze stayed fast on his, sheer delight clear in his expression as he forced her orgasm to drag on and on.
“Tim.”A warning? A plea? Although she wasn’t sure if it was for him to stop, or for him to go on.
He distracted her with a kiss, slowing his touch, but softly forcing her to ride the final pulses until she quivered under him.
“Hmm, nicely done.” Tim pulled his fingers from her, wetness lingering on her labia, and she ached, suddenly empty.
Erin clutched at him, reaching past his open shirt for his belt, but he avoided her and lifted her into his arms.
“You object to moving to the bedroom?” Tim nuzzled under her ear, already in motion down the hallway.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed contentedly. “I’m going to complain bitterly that you’re taking me to a firm, flat surface to continue to ravish me.” Erin lifted her head and smiled as they entered his bedroom. “You are planning on ravishing me more, aren’t you?”
“Definitely. There’s not been nearly enough piratelike activity around here for my tastes.”
He lowered her to the soft quilt she’d admired the other day, his gaze burning her with its intensity. She preened under his attention for a moment, then noticed the curtains were still wide open.
Tim caught the direction of her glance. He faced her, and somehow she knew even before he spoke that a challenge was about to be issued. “You want me to close the curtains?”
“You plan on putting on a show for the neighbours?” she asked.
“There’s no one on this level but us.” Tim sat next to her, stroking a hand from her hip toward her ankle. “I could close them, but it’s a waste of time.”
She leaned on one elbow, wondering why there was a slight sense of disappointment coursing through her. “Forget the windows, and take off your clothes.”
His eyes lit up and he followed her directions. Sort of.
Under her, the silky sheets caressed her skin, and she was tempted to roll on their surface like a puppy, wallowing in the sensual pleasure. While she moved back to settle against the pillows, Tim undid the buttons on his cuffs. The tails hung out, and the open shirtfront showcased his chest, offering teasing glimpses of muscular abdomen, but he still wore just as much as before.
Erin moved quickly to the edge of the mattress. Forget lazing about like an Egyptian ruler. “You seem a little hard of hearing right now,” she scolded.
She caught his open shirtfront and tugged up and back, dropping the material from his shoulders and leaving bare lots of lovely, firm body. Tim shrugged his shirt off the rest of the way as she got distracted, slipping an open palm over his chest to caress the light layer of hair swirled over the surface. Two hands were needed for this kind of exploration, and she leaned in to plant a kiss inches over a nipple.
Tim wrapped his fingers around her wrists and stopped her from reaching her next goal. “This is about you, remember?”
“I am remembering. This is all about me, and what I want right now is to play.” She tugged on his grip, raising a brow until he let her go.
Only she didn’t get to help him out of his pants. Tim crawled over her, crowding her against the mattress, and those talented lips were at her throat and she wasn’t going to complain.
She used her fingers to trace his shoulder muscles. To enjoy rubbing her thumbs along strands of muscle that tempted her. To run her fingers through his hair, and listen to the sounds of admiration escaping him.
He kissed her belly button and sighed happily. She laughed when he did it a second time, then gasped as he dropped lower and covered her sex without further warning.
“Tim, enough.”
