Page 42 of In Dangerous Water

A helpless groan escaped me, and he took immediate advantage of my open lips and slipped his tongue in my mouth. Still he teased and tormented, never pressing for more than the shallowest of kisses, and I wondered if I would simply explode into a puddle of lust.

“Now if I understand you correctly,” he said between kisses, “you are physically affected by how much I want you?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He took my hands in his and pressed them to his chest. “Tell me what you see, what youfeel, when you read me now.”

Unable to do otherwise, I let his emotions, desire and love crash over me. My head fell back, and I shuddered at the intensity of the depth of his feelings. My heart rate picked up, and my breathing quickened. “Tim,” I managed to say.

“So, you won’t be surprised or shocked when I tell you that I’m about to haul you to the nearest bed and spend the rest of the day making love to you, in all sorts of ways.”

“I’m not surprised.” I shuddered and tried to keep my head. “But maybe…we should talk some more...”

“Talking is overrated,” he muttered.

I started to laugh at that, but then I stopped—his expression had turned absolutely wicked.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he said. “I love it when you don’t.” With that, he took hold of my shirt and pulled it up and over my head.

He dropped his mouth over my breast a moment later and began to suckle. Tim pressed me gently back to lay against the couch cushions, and in turn, I ran my hands over his back while he very slowly moved his attention to my other breast and then began to move lower and lower.

“If you keep this up, we won’t make it to the bedroom.” I gasped as he began to tug my leggings down.

“You’ll be lucky if you don’t end up on the floor.” He grunted as he yanked harder at my leggings.

“What? Not do it in the bed? Tim, youareliving on the edge.”

“We make love on the couch at your place,” he said, nipping at my belly. His lips were following the waistband as it was pulled lower, and a moment later I was naked. He dropped down over me, thrust his tongue deep inside and I screamed in delight.

Then he was standing and pulling his own clothes off. Dazed, I lay on the couch and watched as he stripped. First his plaid shirt, and then Tim tugged his jeans and briefs aside and he sprang free.

Reaching out I ran my fingers over his length and watched as he grew even harder. He shuddered and allowed me to explore as he kicked his way free of his shoes and pants.

Tim took my hand in his. “Bedroom,” he said, tugging me to my feet.

Without another word, we went straight down the hall to my bedroom. Together we walked to the unmade bed and dropped down to the mattress together.

Tim rolled me beneath him, I opened, and he was sliding smoothly home. He filled me up and we held onto each other tightly, savoring the rightness of us being together.

“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.

He braced his weight on his elbows and tenderly smoothed my hair back from my face. “And I love you,” he said as he slung his hips forward a bit harder.

The headboard of the bed began thumping against the wall in time with his strokes, and I groaned, the sound only making me more aroused.

“See?” he whispered. “Being in a bed has its perks.”

Reaching around behind him, I dug my nails into his backside, silently urging him on.

He hissed in reaction. “You make me crazy,” he said, as he continued to thrust.

“Go crazier, why don’t you?” I dared him.

He paused. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

“I believe that’s been established.” I moved restlessly beneath him. “I’m trusting you Tim. No matter how intensely we love each other, no matter how dangerous the water, I trust you.”

In answer, he lowered his mouth to mine and kissed me.

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