Page 17 of Tangled in Temptation

I leaned back against the couch and watched as he took off his own shirt but stopped before removing his pants.

He dropped to his knees in front of the couch and jerked my hips forward, pulling my butt to the edge. I licked my lips in anticipation of what would come next.

He pressed kisses along my stomach, his fingers tracing the waistband of my panties. My hands went to his hair, fingers tangling in the silky strands. His eyes flickered up to mine, a spark of desire reflected back at me.

Slowly, he pulled down my panties, tossing them aside as he kissed the inside of my thigh. The anticipation was palpable, the heat between us growing with each passing moment. My breath hitched as his fingers skimmed up my other thigh, and then he was there, his mouth trailing kisses along my sensitive skin.

My hands tightened in his hair as I let out a soft moan, my back arched and my toes curled. He took his time, exploring without a single care in the world. It was maddening and exquisite, a delicious torture that wracked my body with pleasure.

His name slipped from my lips, a desperate plea that made him look up and smile. His actions grew bolder in response, feeding the fire within me until I couldn’t possibly bear it any longer.

His tongue lapped out, sliding over my slit and nearly sending me into a fit of pleasurable screams.

“Timothy,” I gasped, my voice barely a whisper cut short by the intense surge of pleasure coursing through me. The sensation of his mouth and hand working in harmony was mind-numbing. His touch was like a man starved finally granted a feast—raw and passionate.

He released a low growl against my skin, the vibration adding to the storm brewing within me. “Damn, Catherine,” he groaned between kisses as he continued his exploration.

His tongue lapped over me with his teeth grazing my clit. The pleasure was too much, crashing over me in waves. I bucked my hips, and my fingers tightened in his hair as a release washed over me. His name tore from my lips as my body shook, the world around me blurring into oblivion.

“Shh,” he soothed, his fingers tracing circles on my hip, his lips pressed against my thigh in a soft kiss. He looked up at me, and I saw satisfaction in his dark eyes.

He slowly rose to his feet and reached down to take my hand. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I nodded, unable to form words.

He helped me to my feet, his hand firm and reassuring. Our clothes were scattered haphazardly around the room, a testament to our impassioned encounter. I followed him up the stairs, still shaking from the intensity of the emotions coursing through me.

I dropped to the bed and watched him take off his pants. I took a moment to appreciate his magnificent body.

His eyes were dark and filled with an intensity that made my heart flutter. He looked at me, completely nude. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. His gaze dropped to my bare torso. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

His movements were slow and measured; he was like a predator sizing up its prey—and I was more than willing to be devoured. There was danger wrapped in allure as he dropped to the mattress.

“Sorry about no bed,” I giggled nervously.

“I don’t care,” he growled, crawling over me. “The last thing I’m thinking about is your bed.”

His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down my spine. His hands roamed along the curves of my body, rekindling the fires that had just been quenched. I reached out to him, my fingers trailing along the muscled planes of his stomach and chest, feeling the thump of his heart beneath his skin. I reached down and grabbed his cock, reveling in the thickness. Arousal crept through me once again. He dropped his mouth to mine, kissing me before sliding over to kiss along my jaw and then my neck.

His kisses were hot, burning a trail down my sensitive skin to my breasts. His teeth grazed over my nipple. My body eagerly responded to his touch. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, nipping before running his tongue over it.

His touch sent shivers up my spine. My hands roamed over his back, tracing the contour of his muscles as they flexed with every movement. As he moved over me, the brush of his hard body against my sensitive skin sent waves of desire coursing through me.

He swept his tongue along the valley between my breasts before capturing the other nipple between his teeth. Every single touch was a tease, a promise of what was to come.

My fingers curled into his hair as I felt a familiar heat pooling in my lower belly. He must have sensed it too.

His lips found mine once more as he positioned himself between my legs. His hardness pressed against me, eliciting a gasp from my lips. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, his expression filled with raw desire and something more profound that I couldn’t quite name.

I knew he was asking if I was sure, but I was in too deep to stop. “Please,” I whispered.

He hesitated for the briefest moment before leaning down to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue met mine, dancing in a passionate rhythm as he slowly pushed into me. The stretch and fullness had me arching under him, my fingers digging into his back. He stilled for a moment, letting me adjust to him before starting to move again, each thrust more intoxicating than the last.

His eyes never left mine, his gaze heavy with lust and adoration. “So beautiful, Catherine,” he whispered into my ear, causing a shiver to race along my spine. His pace quickened, and my body responded in kind, our bodies moving in a synchronized dance of passion.

“Look at me,” he demanded, gripping my face gently but firmly in his hands, pulling me back to meet his gaze. There was a raw intensity in his eyes that made my heart pound. His lips crashed onto mine again in a consuming kiss as our hips continued to move rhythmically.

His thrusts were deep and deliberate, an exquisite friction building with each stroke. He reached a hand down between our bodies, his fingers finding my clit and stroking it in time with his movements. I gasped against his mouth and clung to him tighter as the pleasure began to spiral out of control.