Page 83 of High Seduction
Three glasses clinked together. Erin allowed the first touch of liquor to rest on her palate for a moment before swallowing. The slightly sweet sting made her mouth water, and she turned eagerly to see what Tim thought.
He was staring again, eyes fixed on her. Then he took another sip and leaned closer, his kiss filled with the taste and scent of the alcohol.
Temptation trickled up her spine.
Matt cleared his throat. “Try this first.”
He held a small piece of sashimi in his fingers, lifting it to her lips, and Erin opened her mouth automatically to accept it.
The salty tips of his fingers registered even more than the dainty morsel of food. Erin lowered her eyes for a moment so she could concentrate on chewing and swallowing without choking.
There was something going on, and she liked it very much. Her senses that had begun to buzz during the massage were now trembling on the edge of breathlessness.
Tim laid one hand on her thigh and ate with his other, using his chopsticks expertly. He and Matt continued to talk, reminiscing about their past trip down the St. Lawrence River, or something.
Erin lost track of everything outside her immediate sight and touch. The food was delicious, but all she could focus on was the constant circling of Tim’s fingers on her thigh. Higher now, then lower.
She debated changing position to make it easier for him to reach more, when Matt bumped her shoulder.
“You’re quiet tonight.”
She turned her smile on him. “Just lazy. Getting back into the holiday mood.”
“I think we all are.”
An edgy anticipation hovered around them. Unwilling to break the spell, Erin obediently nibbled on food as it was offered to her, but she found it difficult to concentrate. When would the touch on her thigh change from light and teasing to something more intimate? Was Matt going to watch again? This time from right in the room?
Or was even more on the line?
“You’re distracted,” Tim noted. “Not hungry?”
She’d eaten enough to take the edge off, but she doubted that any more food was going down tonight. “It’s all delicious, but...”
He slipped his hand around her waist and tugged her closer, fingers magically slipping under the edge of her dress. His warm palm met her skin and skimmed lightly to her back.
Erin waited, her heart pulsing in her throat.
Tim put his nails to her skin and scratched lightly as he pulled forward. A heavy sigh escaped her as pleasure wrapped her in its embrace.
“Rest.” He shifted position. “Come, lean on me if you’re tired. Matt and I will finish our meal while you relax.”
She turned slightly and reclined against him, easing as close as possible. Her hips were nestled tight to his groin. He was hard, the thick length of his cock pressing her.
The men continued to eat. Matt offered her tiny tidbits that she couldn’t refuse, not when each was offered with such heated devotion. The crossed front of her dress opened slightly, and his gaze dipped lower, stroking the curves of her breasts.
Tim nuzzled her neck. “You warm enough?”
“Yes.” Because there was no other answer. Announcing she was on fire didn’t seem appropriate.
Then his hands were at the front of her dress, pulling the fabric apart and slipping it from her shoulders, andappropriatewent out the window.
If Matt had stared before, he was now mesmerized, fixated as her chest moved with her rapidly increasing breaths. She was naked from the waist up. Tim eased a hand around her waist and settled her against him again, only now the stakes were that much higher.
Light touches of his fingers over her stomach increased the ache between her legs. Her nipples had pulled tight, and Matt hesitated. He took a long drink, then interrupted the discussion between him and Tim.
“May I?”
Tim tilted her head back, smiling down on her. “If you’ve had enough to eat, we can move to the next portion of the evening.”
