Page 44 of High Seduction
Erin moaned as he dug his thumbs into her tired arches. “You can have them. I’ll dance prettily for you if you promise to rub me right.”
He surprised her, standing and scooping her up. “Rubbing you right is definitely on the agenda.”
Erin caught hold around Tim’s neck, snatching glimpses of the rooms they passed en route to wherever he was carrying her. “Not to be changing the topic, but Mr. Matt the billionaire? What does he do exactly? And how big is this set of rooms they put us in, because this is crazy. I’m going to get lost finding the bathroom in the dark.”
“Matt owns a refinery or two. And you won’t get lost.” Tim swung her to the floor and held her until she found her balance. “I’ll show you the way.”
Another gorgeous room to admire, only Tim gave her no time. Instead he had her stripped naked and under a cascade of warm water before she could utter a single word about overdone but fantastic bathing areas.
She lifted her hands to remove the elastics from her hair, waiting for Tim to join her.
Only as she combed her fingers through her braids to loosen them, Tim didn’t strip down any further. Instead he stood and watched her, his gaze easing over her like a hungry cougar eyeing his dinner.
“You having a shower?” she asked. “There’s definitely room for two in here.”
Waiting for him to make the first move was going to drive her crazy.
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The temptation was to jump in right away. To follow her into the shower and use his hands and mouth and cock to work her into a state of utter exhaustion. Sated and fucked to oblivion. But as much as his body screamed for him to follow through on his carnal impulses, that wouldn’t highlight the truth he desperately needed her to realize.
She might have given him control, but she was ready to wrest it back at a moment’s notice. He knew it, and that was the battle to be won.
Twenty-four hours to prove that here, in the bedroom, she wanted him. More than wanted—sheneededhim to call the shots. It wasn’t nearly long enough to put everything in motion so all the dominoes fell the right way.
But he’d do his damnedest.
“I’ll shower later.” Tim leaned his hips against the thick granite counter and got comfy. “Right now, I’m enjoying the show.”
Water cascaded down her torso and made her skin glisten. The smooth curves of her breasts, the scooped indent of her waist. She teased her hands up her body to briefly cup her breasts before stepping back and lifting her face to the spray.
Tim admired her muscular body, calves and thigh muscles flexing briefly as she shifted position. Strong biceps, firm shoulders. All of her strength contrasted beautifully with her softer womanly curves. Dark nipples pulling to peaks in spite of the heated water washing her clean.
She knew he was watching.
Erin twisted her back to him, lathering shampoo into her hair. Sections draped over her shoulders, and he itched with the desire to grab hold. To tangle the long strands around his fingers as he made fists and held her in position. The long line of her back arching toward him as he pumped into her.
Soon.
The scent of coconut drifted out, and he laughed. “You’re already good enough to eat. You don’t need to add to temptation.”
“It was that or tea tree oil,” Erin commented as she faced him again. “I’d prefer to smell like an exotic drink.”
“Summertime. The scent of a hot day, lying in the sun with nothing to do but listen to the ocean and let the sun bake your senses.”
“Oh, poetic.” She crossed her arms, framing her breasts perfectly. “I’m clean. You want the shower, or what?”
Tim didn’t answer. Just stepped barefoot into the enclosure with her and ignored her gasp of surprise. Everything he wore was instantly soaked as he crowded her against the tiled sidewall, fully clothed to her naked skin.
She tilted her head and met his kiss full on. Accepted his hungry assault as he took possession of her mouth. He kept his hands pressed hard to the wall on either side of her head to stop from clenching her. To resist the urge to shove her to her knees and drive his cock into her mouth.
The feral animal inside him wanted to seize and control. The man took what she would give, and waited.
He pressed harder, his body alone pinning her in place. Kissing continued. Passionate bites and licks as he moved to torment the tender section under her ear. All the while he refused to allow her to retreat.
Erin moaned, a gasp of longing and anticipation. She’d caught his shirt and held on tight, her strong fingers squeezed into fists. She couldn’t move him, and he wasn’t about to leave, but she held on just the same, struggling to make the connection between them more intimate. She wiggled, but her hips only shifted minutely from side to side.
Tim slowed his kisses and dragged in a breath of air. “You want more?”
