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“I look forward to it tonight.”
Tim’s eyes dart to mine, a look of triumph there. Hmm. I wonder if he thought that last night was going to be a one-night stand. He seems taken with the idea that it might be more of a three week long affair.
Personally, I’m hoping it will last until we go our separate ways after Christmas. Timothy Brooks Westerhaven made my bodysinglast night. Call me selfish, I’m not ready to give that up yet. Hey, maybe I’m learning how tovacationafter all. David should be proud of me. Hell,I’mproud of myself.
Chapter Eleven
Angela
Sure enough, about forty minutes after we all retire to our rooms for the night, there’s a light tapping at my door again. When I open it, Tim is standing there, leaning his forearm against the doorjamb. Thank God.
After Ryan’s glares and sniping that continued after breakfast when I ran him through all the details, and his continued rudeness throughout the day, I need this distraction. Honestly, I was getting ready to slap the next person with the name “Westerhaven” I encountered. And they’re everywhere here. At least this Westerhaven makes me want to do something other than slap him.
I quickly step back so he can slide into the room, closing the door firmly behind us so no one will know he’s visiting me. Just as I’m feeling anxious about all the reasons this is a bad idea, starting with the possibility of my being fired if Bill finds out I’m sleeping with one of his precious heirs, Tim’s hands come up to cup my jaw and his mouth lowers on mine, feasting there.
Unlike last night, Tim doesn’t move us toward the bed. Instead, he lifts his head, his eyes hooded with passion, and glances toward my fireplace, with its crackling fire and hearth rug, with a smirk. Okay, I like the glint in his eye.
Before I get an idea of what he’s thinking, Tim’s mouth is covering mine again, swallowing my small squeal of surprise when he grabs my ass, lifting me up. My legs immediately fly about his waist as I hold on to his shoulders for dear life. He lays me gently on my back on the hearth rug beside the fire. Oh my God. There is snow on the ground outside, and I’m officially about to have a hearth rug moment. Best. Vacation.Ever.
Tim quickly undresses himself, turning his attention to removing my nightie more slowly. Once I’m naked in the dancing firelight, he worships me with his mouth and hands until I’m practically writhing with desire.
“Tim,” I moan, tugging his face up close to mine. He moves quickly to kiss me deeply, his mouth slanting over mine, and two of his fingers slide into me, pumping slowly as I let out a shuddering sigh.
“Still on the pill?” he murmurs against my mouth.
Uh, what? Through my haze of desire, I frown. Of course, I’m still on the pill. It’s something that you kind of have to take every… oh.Oh. He wants to know if I’m okay with him not using a condom again. My cheeks heat and him not assuming that because it was okay the first time, it’s okay every time has me feeling…things.
“Yep, every morning,” I quip back. There’s a low groan as his fingers disappear, to be quickly replaced with his hard length as he slowly sinks into me.Ugh, yes!
Tim is rocking his hips in the same slow, even pace as his fingers pumped, and it’s driving me crazy. Sliding my legs up the outside of his, I try to roll us over, so I can be on top, and control the pace. Tim realizes what I’m doing and flips us, settling on his back on the rug and smirking up at me as I kneel above him. His hands leave my body, and he hooks them behind his head.
“Well,” he says conversationally, though his eyes are a rich, dark caramel, so I know though hesoundsunaffected, he so isn’t. “Now you have me where you want me, have your wicked way with me.”
Oh, I intend to, Timothy Brooks Westerhaven, I intend to.
Bracing my hands on his glorious, bare chest, I swivel my hips, and the smirk drops off his face immediately. Two more swivels and he’s panting, his hands moving back to palm my breasts and then rest about my waist.
God, he feels so good, but I really want to stretch this moment out and savor it. Savor this feeling of being in control and having him totally at my mercy. Picking up the pace, I ride him for a minute, and Tim’s eyes flutter closed as his head tips back. I stop and swivel my hips, and he groans, his eyes flying back open with a low, rumbling growl.
“Babe, you’re killing me here.”
I smirk down at him, loving my control over him. “No, I’m fucking you here.”
Tim’s pupils dilate at my words, and he grits his teeth. His fingers are flexing at my waist where he is holding me, and I think he might be fighting the urge to take over and move us along at his own pace. Damn right he better fight that urge. This ismymoment. I swivel my hips again.
“Hey, Tim?”
“Yeah?” He looks slightly confused that I want to be talking right now.
“Was I imagining things, or did you not like it when Ryan was mean to me?”
A somewhat incredulous look crosses Tim’s face, and he stares at me blankly.
“You… you want to talk about this…now?”
His eyes flicker down to where we are joined. Well, yeah. I smirk and roll my hips again, drawing another groan from him as his eyes close with pleasure.
“Well, I figurenowis the best time to pump you for information, so to speak. Think of it like truth serum.”
