Page 80 of High Seduction
“Soon enough.” He tugged her hands apart from where she’d been keeping them in place by clutching the mattress cover. Tim kissed her knuckles, then used her hand to brush his cheek.
His five o’clock shadow tickled and tantalized. She loved to feel that rough scratching sensation over her entire body. Have him leave rash lines between her thighs—the possibilities were endless.
Only what he did was rock backward, finding a spot on the side of the mattress. His heated gaze carried over her. Mischief and fire all mixed up into one.
“You didn’t come,” he noted. “I was too quick.”
“It’s okay.”
He shook his head. “I don’t want you having to endure your massage all turned on and unsatisfied.”
Erin wiggled up onto her elbows. She lifted her hair and twisted it out of the way, laying it to the side of the pillow, the still damp strands distracting her for a moment.
She waited as Tim stroked her leg from the knee down to her ankle. “Why do I get the feeling you’re up to something?” she asked.
Another stroke, this time upward, the drifting touch making goose bumps rise ahead of his fingers. “Just want you to be happy. Do you want to come, Erin?”
“Well, if you insist.”
His eyes flashed hotter, but he sat back on the mattress instead of moving closer. “I do. Make yourself come, Erin. I want to watch.”
Ohshit.
She pulled the pillows under her head and shoulders, propping up at enough of an angle so he wasn’t looming over her. Only his expression was intense enough to burn her no matter how equal their body positions.
There was no doubt who was in control at this moment, and it wasn’t her.
She fell into his command. Pushed aside everything that said this was too much or stupid, or the wrong kind of thing. He wanted her to come?
Game on.
Starting slowly seemed right, even though she was already turned on enough that a few touches might be all it took to send her over. She trailed her hands over her breasts. Lifting the heavy swells lightly before pausing to circle her thumbs over her sensitive nipples. The tips were already hard, and her light caress made them tingle.
She drifted one hand down her torso, fingers spread wide to allow the heat banked in her body to flare again. The other she kept raised, playing with her breasts as Tim’s gaze darted back and forth between the two points.
She was slick with her own moisture and his release, and her fingers skimmed smoothly through her folds. Small circles, longer dips into her core, the entire time increasing pressure on her clit as Tim rose to his feet, his stare intensifying. It wasn’t going to take long, not with how close she’d been during their earlier session.
And his eyes. Lord, the way he watched her made everything...more. More intense. More sensual, until it wasn’t her fingers on her clit, teasing and rubbing, it was his—hishands pinching her nipples to make them sting for a second before a wicked flush of pleasure washed through her and edged her higher.
When he knelt on the bed at her side and leaned closer to take her lips, nothing mattered except the wave of desire that was ready to break over her. His kiss arched her upward, desperate to keep their mouths in contact. He moved to her neck and sucked, right there under her ear, and it propelled her over. Dizzy delight rushed in, tangling her limbs. Shaking her hard as her body responded to all the tactile pleasures meeting together in one perfect moment. Touch, taste—the sensory overload made her giddy.
She relaxed back on the pillow, gently guided there by his strong hands.
“Whoa.” Erin cupped his cheek, enjoying the tease of his whiskers.
Tim stretched out beside her, his hands drifting over her face, her hair. Pulling strands back from her forehead as his gaze danced over her. “Lovely as always.”
Some smart-ass remark would be appropriate, but she couldn’t find one she liked. The mellow sensation from earlier had enveloped her completely, leaving her only response a smile. “Massages soon?”
Tim nodded. “We have a few more minutes, but we should be getting ready.”
Erin stretched, pleasure rippling through her veins. “I need to finish waking up.”
“For a massage? Don’t bother.” He kissed her nose, then rolled away. “Have a quick shower, pull on a robe—that’s all you need.”
She wasn’t sure if his expression was one of satisfaction for what they’d just experienced, or if he was already anticipating the next thing. Either way, she liked what she saw, and this time she was willing to admit it.
Things were about to get real interesting.
