Page 45 of High Seduction
“Yes,” she hissed, desperately attempting to make him do something.
He was on to her game. “You want to come?”
“You decide. Bastard.”
Tim laughed. “But you seemed determined to get something here. Shall I take what I want? Or give in, and let you have your way again?”
A string of curses scorched his ears before she paused and let out a long, slow breath.
Then relaxed.
All the tension she’d been fighting him with washed away, as if flowing out of her limbs and down the drain. Her tight-fisted grip on his shirt loosened, and she rested her head on the tiles, eyes seeking his.
He nodded slowly.
Tim ran his hand down her side. He caressed her hip, then caught her under her knee and lifted the leg upward. “Wrap it around me,” he ordered.
Her body was open to him, and as he leaned back slightly, there was enough room to sneak his fingers between them. Just far enough to separate the folds of her sex and tease with a fingertip as he kissed her. This time the hunger between them was different. He took control, and she accepted what he gave her. Savoured it. Eased her neck back so he could dance attention on the sensitive curves, lave his tongue in tiny circles as he headed toward her ear.
All the time he kept his fingers moving. Increasing pressure on her clit, firm thrusts of his fingers into her wet core.
She shivered as he sucked on her earlobe. “God, I’m getting goose bumps in the shower.”
“You need this,” Tim breathed softly. “Letting go makes every part of you more sensitive. When I stroke your skin”—he brought his left hand down her collarbone, over her nipple, until he caught hold of her hip—“you don’t just feel it where we connect. The sensation dances all over, like an electric pulse. A net of intense pleasure. When I touch your clit, you know I can make you come. But every part of you wants my touch. All of you craves my attention.”
“Yes,” she whispered. This time the word meant so much more. There was no command in it, just sheer desperate desire.
Tim adjusted them slightly so the water fell over her, keeping her warm as liquid splashed freely over her breasts, the fine spray like a thousand tiny fingers caressing her skin.
Erin’s head fell back and her eyelids slowly lowered, her lips shaking lightly as they settled into an open pout.
He rested his palm on the upper curve of her ass to brace her. Fingers spread wide, maximum contact between him and her bare skin. With his other hand he continued to play, teasing between her folds, pressing his fingers deep. Curling his fingertips inside her until a long, low purring rumble escaped her.
Her body tightened around him, waves rocking her torso. Tim watched, fascinated, as her orgasm unfurled. Slowly, intense. Her pulse pounded in the hollow at the base of her neck even as she gasped out small, panting breaths.
Astonishing to witness. Addictive as well.
When she stopped shaking, he kissed her one more time. “That was beautiful. Thank you for sharing with me.”
Her smile twisted upward. “Anytime.”
Tim made sure she was stable against the wall, then took a pace backward and the next step forward. “Undress me.”
Erin didn’t hesitate. She reached for his shirt and tugged it free from his waistband. Her hands skimmed up his abdomen, nails teasing as she reached around him to finish the job in the back. Then she caught the bottom edge and lifted it upward as far as she could before he had to take over, dropping the sodden mass in the far corner of the shower enclosure.
“Do you mind if I explore while I work?” Erin asked.
“Be my guest.” Tim waited to see what she would try. Was this already an attempt to regain control on her part?
But she merely pressed gentle kisses to his chest. Examined the slight scars marring his body from years of rescues and active adventures, and left each one after giving it loving attention.
She went to her knees before him, water streaming over her shoulders. Tim looked down at her and fought to keep from shouting his delight.
Erin stroked the outline of his cock where it bulged the material. “Have I mentioned how much I like that we don’t have to use condoms anymore?”
“That’s my line,” Tim teased.
The snap of his pants gave way, then the zipper. His cock pressed urgently against the front of his briefs. The next few minutes were a combination of sensual torment and laughter as the wet material clung to him, and Erin had to work hard to strip away his pants. Her muscles flexed smoothly as she leaned lower, tugging each pant leg free one at a time from his feet.
