Page 53 of High Seduction
“You’re a bastard,” she noted as plainly as she could.
“You’ve told me so before, and yet here we are.” Tim leaned over and tugged her chair to face him slightly. “You like your men with a little bastard in their blood. Admit it.”
Her breathing picked up a notch. “I like you.”
He smiled in approval, then rocked her control even further. “Pull up your skirt so I can see your pussy. Now.”
Her fingers were moving before her brain fully registered the words. She rolled the fabric upward and cooler air from the room brushed her, and she sighed.
Tim pulled something from his pocket. “Damn. So fucking gorgeous.”
When he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips forward, she bit her lip to keep from shouting. His tongue stroked between her folds, wet heat circling her clit. The scruff on his chin rubbed her inner thigh, his upper lip a tempting abrasion that made everything more sensitive. She caught hold of the chair arms and dug in her fingers to stop from fisting his hair. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep him there or tear him away. The door could open any second and Matt could walk in—
She was seconds away from having an orgasm at the thought, and the realization rocked her hard.
Only Tim pulled back far too soon, a final lap over the sensitive tip of her clit making her legs shake. He stared approvingly.
“One more thing,” he added.
The mysterious item he’d brought from his pocket. It was U-shaped, and he licked one side, that talented tongue wasted on an inanimate object.
Then he pressed it into her body, slipping the moistened end between her folds so it rested inside her sex, and the other half nestled against her clit.
“You’ll enjoy this,” Tim promised. “It’s not so big as to hinder you from moving, but you’ll be aware of it all the time. Especially when I do this.”
He sat back in his chair and pulled out a small remote control. She didn’t see him do anything, but suddenly the item between her legs vibrated.
Soft, low pulses, inside and out. “Sweet mercy, Tim. What the hell?”
“You like it?” He pulled her skirt back into place and gently levered her knees together. The motion only increased the pressure, and she gasped. “Nice. That’s what I thought.”
OhGod. “You’re not going to—”
Again she caught herself. Of course he was going to play with the damn controls while his friend was in the room. That was the point.
She deliberately reached for her wineglass and tipped it back, finishing the final couple of swallows as she fought to keep the toy from destroying her mind in under two minutes.
Tim clicked something else and the speed of the pulse reduced to a pace that allowed her to breathe again. He placed the control on the tabletop beside his plate.
“What? No timeline or demands that I don’t have an orgasm until after coffee is served?” Erin eyed the sideboard with the liquor and considered whether a couple of shots of tequila, straight up, would take the edge off the impending earthquake.
He stared into his glass, swirling the final inch of wine remaining. “Where’s the fun in denying you orgasms? That’s not your thrill, Erin.”
“And you know what is?” She wiggled slightly, causing the angle of the damn vibrator to adjust enough so she could talk without her voice shaking.
“Some of them.” He looked her straight in the eye, mesmerizing and captivating. “I won’t push too hard, too soon, but consider this. Matt is a good friend I trust, but he’s not someone you ever need to see again.”
A myriad of possibilities raced through her mind. “What exactly are you proposing?”
“Right now? Nothing. But keep an open mind.”
“Which is no answer.” Erin held her breath as Tim reached for the control and palmed it.
He raised a brow. “Have you had enough to eat?”
“I have. Thank you.”
There was no use in insulting him, not when she had given him control. Only the edge of fear had returned. One step beyond what she thought she wanted was one step further than she would ever accept going. The line in the sand frightened her.
