Page 40 of High Seduction
She pressed both hands to the table and her eyes went unfocused for a second, lips slightly open as she silently exhaled. Devon was fully engrossed in her now, his mouth close to her ear as she got caught in the maelstrom of what Tim judged to be a very nice orgasm.
At his side Erin squirmed, a good indicator of just how much this was affecting her.
Erin wasn’t a wiggler.
“You’ll have to work through that with me in the gym sometime.” Tim raised his glass to Devon. “Demonstrations are the best way to learn.”
“Fun as well,” Devon agreed. He raised his hand to his mouth and deliberately licked the wet fingers clean, all the while staring at Alisha.
“Holy shit,” Erin breathed, leaning against Tim. “This is all wrong, but I’m so turned on right now.”
Hallelujah. “Nothing wrong, love. Our friends have healthy sex drives. They know what they like, and they’re good having some fun. Sounds like pretty much the perfect situation.”
“It feels...” She shook her head. “Not here.”
He squeezed her leg, leaving his hand on her thigh. “We’ll talk about it in a bit, then.”
She nodded.
Tim wanted to jump up on the table and cheer. Instead he focused on the rest of the time together with Devon and Alisha, making sure it was ordinary and everyday as possible. Just friendly team members, taking a break. Enjoying the start of a couple days off.
But when they got out of here? He was picking up the conversation and running with it. And he was sending a bottle of really good whiskey to Devon the first chance he got.
***
Tim followed her into the back of the taxi. He didn’t crowd her, yet his presence wrapped around her so hard she broke into an instant sweat. His scent, his nearness.
Justhim.
Erin was a mess of emotion, all tangled up with urgent sexual desires that needed to be dealt with right now. Only she wasn’t sure exactly what she wanted to do with herself.
Watching Devon and Alisha fool around shouldn’t have driven her so crazy. Or maybe that wasn’t the truth—Devon was a good-looking guy, Alisha good-looking as well, and seeing them together was far better than your typical porn-star mash-up. But seeing them getting turned on had been far more exciting than she’d expected.
For one second she’d wanted to slip over to the opposite side of the table and join in. Add her touch to the hand stroking Alisha—and girls weren’t the normal go-to for Erin’s turn-ons, but they’d been so into what they were doing. So intent on finding pleasure that the situation had just screamed for Erin to be a part of it.
She’d been so wrapped up in her pondering that she missed what Tim said to the driver.
“We’re not staying at the hotel with them?”
Tim shook his head. “You agreed I could take you somewhere else. Three days of R and R on my dime. If you’ll allow me.” He lifted her hand and kissed the back of her knuckles.
Erin could no sooner stop the shiver that rocked her than stop the blood from rushing to her erogenous zones. “You did catch the part where I said I needed a shower and some sleep?”
“And food. Don’t worry. I’ll make sure we cover all the bases.”
The heat wasn’t just there inside her. Tim’s gaze drifted over her face, more than a touch of anticipation clearly there for her to witness. “You’re acting twelve. You’ll be making comments about hitting a home run next.”
“Anything to score with you.” He winked at her groan. “Don’t worry, I intend sex to be involved, but I’m exhausted as well. I’ll be a perfect gentleman until we’ve both recovered.”
Erin ignored the fact that the driver could hear them. After Alisha and Devon’s little scene in the restaurant, being overheard talking about sex wasn’t nearly as risqué. “The idea of you being a gentleman makes me laugh.”
“Gentleman pirate?”
She chuckled softly. “That I could see. You scoundrel.”
He leaned her head against his chest and cradled her close. “At your service. It’s what scoundrels do best.”
She thought she’d fall asleep, what with the winding roads and the long day of travel and work. Instead she found herself awake but relaxed, the steady beat of his heart under her ear. The rhythmic touch of his fingers as he stroked her braid. Fingertips light on the strands as it hung down over her shoulder.
