Page 95 of High Seduction
Or more importantly, what would make Tim the happiest right now?
Far too many options instantly flashed to mind.
He stilled, smiling against her lips. “And you’re chuckling while we’re kissing. Way to make my ego swell.”
“Sorry. Mentally running through different scenarios and considering what kind of sex you’d enjoy is pretty entertaining.”
He settled his hands on her hips, sliding their bodies back and forth slightly. The water had slicked up their skin so they rubbed in the most interesting way, the dusting of hair on his chest and thighs a sensual tactile contrast to her smoothness. “Entertaining sex is what I do best.”
“You are easy to please.” She draped her arms around his neck, twirling her fingers in his hair. “No sex right now. Turn around. Let me take care of you.”
He moved to follow her order while she grabbed the soap and lathered up her hands.
Last night had been amazing. This morning—not so much, and this shower was as much a symbolic act as a necessary one after their workout. She worked the soap over his torso, hands moving quickly, not as a tease, but as a renewal. Freshness coming into their relationship. A new start.
“May I wash you as well?” Tim asked after she’d worked her way around him, fingers lingering on his chest. Admiring the contrast between their skin tones, and the other physical differences—mass of muscles, overall size.
“Would you like to wash me?” she asked. “I thought you’d be hungry by now.”
His eyes flashed with desire. “I’m always hungry.”
It was inevitable, she supposed, that one thing led to another, and she ended up pinned to the tile wall, one leg lifted high as he supported her under her knee and fucked her silly.
In the shuddering aftermath of their orgasms, his cock slipped from her, and they stood under the twin showerheads and held each other as the water poured over them. Breathing slowly returning to normal.
Erin rested her cheek on his chest. “So much for being in charge.”
“Trust me, that was completely your idea,” Tim insisted. “I’m starving, but since you ordered me to do all kinds of dirty things to you, there was nothing I could do but obey—oww.”
He rubbed his chest where she’d leaned in and playfully bitten him.
She tossed him a smirk. “Fine, it was my idea. So now let’s get dressed and find some food before you keel over from hunger.”
“Yes, Mistress.” He backed off quickly, hands held out front to guard himself as she bared her teeth in warning. “What big teeth you have, kitten. And what sharp claws.”
“You’ll feel them both if you don’t haul ass.” She grabbed a towel and twirled it for a second before snapping the end at his bare butt. A sharp crack rang through the air, followed instantly by his shout.
Dressing took longer than expected as anevery man for themselvestowel war broke out and they chased each other around the bedroom.
By the time they made it to the kitchen, Erin was hungry enough to eat just about anything. Tim had to be starving. She was happy to discover an assortment of food waiting for them in the fridge—more than enough variety of baked goods and fruit to satisfy even their appetites.
She couldn’t stop smiling as they found a spot at the long breakfast bar. Outside the day had brightened, sunshine now pouring in on another cloudless Alberta winter day. Erin grabbed them cups of coffee and settled at Tim’s side with a contented sigh.
“You’re looking far happier than you did first thing this morning. I’m glad.” Tim lifted his coffee mug to click with hers.
“Amazing sex will do that to a girl.” Erin lowered her cup, keeping eye contact with him. “It’s not only the sex, though. Thank you for not dismissing my fears. I’m still not sure what we’re going to figure out today, but it’s been a whole lot of fun so far.”
He winked. “The day doesn’t have to be big and scary. But you’re right. We’ve just begun to figure things out. Enjoy yourself.” He speared another forkful of bacon he’d found and hummed happily. “I always enjoy my time while calling the shots.”
“Always?”
Tim paused. Considered. “Honestly, yes. Because even when there are tough decisions to make? There’s a pleasure in it for me that... Damn, I don’t know that I can explain it. It’s a kind of excitement bordering on a thrill. Like heading out skydiving, but more powerful because it’s right here in real life.”
That made more sense than she’d expected, and Erin nodded. “I get that sensation in the middle of a rescue. When things are going well, or even when they go to hell. Being pushed to react instantly, to make the right decisions—ones that could make a difference in saving someone’s life...”
She did know what he was referring to, only she’d associated that kind of pleasure with her work. With her lifestyle outside the job, things were different. Even her decision to go to The Wild and only hang out in the bar area with Phillip—exercising a level of control that meant she had a safe haven around her, but the edge still gave her a kick.
Maybe not to the same degree as if she were being tied up and restrained, or being watched on the sly. The rush from that was a different kind of exhilarating.
