Page 43 of In Dangerous Water

CHAPTER EIGHT

His kiss was the kind of kiss dreams were made of: hot, intense and deep.

Tim lifted his mouth from mine and captured my hands. He placed them over my head, shifted his grip, and pinned my hands in place with one of his own. All I could do was writhe happily beneath him.

“Tell me that you love me,” he said, withdrawing almost completely. “Say it again.”

“Tim!” I pleaded.

He ran his free hand slowly down my body causing me to shiver in reaction. “Say it, Cordelia.”

“I love you,” I whispered.

Slowly he pushed slightly forward, and the stretch was exquisite. “Tell me again.”

“I love you!” I whispered, tilting my hips up trying to capture all of him.

“I love you, too,” he said, and he thrust deep, going all the way in to the hilt.

That was it. I tumbled right into an incredible orgasm.

I was still coming down from the peak when he withdrew. To my surprise Tim rolled me over, and before I could blink, he pulled my hips up high.

“Oh gods,” I said. “Yes.”

Tim wrapped his fist in my long hair and warned me to hold still. Then he was pushing inside me, sliding deep inside my core again.

“You’re so wet,” he said, thrusting harder and faster than before.

His strokes were powerful as he covered me. Tim pressed his chest tightly to my back and dropped his mouth to the nape of my neck. When he reached around to pluck and tease at that key bundle of nerves, a second orgasm washed over me, more intense than the last. I surrendered to it, and the waves of pleasure went on and on…

Tim reached completion with a hoarse shout and dropped heavily down on me. I didn’t mind one bit, because he was holding me tightly to him, and I felt safe and cherished in his arms.

A moment later, he rolled over on his back and tugged me with him. I snuggled up against his chest, my head resting on his shoulder.

“Us together,” I said softly. “This is my favorite kind of magick.”

He dropped a kiss on my head. “Mine too.”

We spent the rest of the day together. It was amazing, this new level of intimacy we now had. It was more than the sex—it was us being open with each other in a way we never had before. We talked about the case, about our future; and we also talked about magick. We talkedopenlywith each other, and I had to admit, it was an incredible relief to not be so on guard with him.

Tim seemed more relaxed and happier too. In fact, during lunch, and over some hastily thrown-together ham sandwiches, I caught him ogling me from across the small kitchen table.

“Problem, Deputy?” I asked him as I sat at the table wearing only an oversized T-shirt.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice low and gravelly.

My eyes slid over him. He sat there in his briefs, but from my vantage point he appeared to be naked. My feet were resting on top of his, and deliberately I ran the inside of my foot up his leg.

His eyes changed. “If you keep that up, you’re going to find yourself hauled right back to bed.”

“That’s an awfully long way to travel,” I complained. “What if I can’t wait that long to have you inside of me again?”

“What did you have in mind?” he asked, his voice going deeper.

“Well, since you asked...”

His eyebrows rose as I began to tell him exactly what I fantasized about.

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