Page 8 of In Dangerous Water

Gently I pressed my long fingernails into his skin. “Stop what?” I asked innocently, knowing full well what that always did to him.

He tensed ever so slightly. “We need to talk.”

“Talking is overrated. Kiss me instead,” I said. Trailing my fingers over to his chest, I unbuttoned his shirt, and he made no protests. If anything, his breathing had picked up. Pushing the material aside, I ran my fingers over his pecs, his abs, and then lower.

“Cordelia,” he warned.

Pressing my hand firmly over his crotch, I discovered that he was rock hard. “Well, hello,” I said with an appreciative purr.

Tim groaned as I began to unbuckle and unzip his pants.

While I did, I leaned closer and pressed soft kisses over his jawline and throat. It only took me seconds to have his slacks undone and his briefs pushed aside. I slid my hand over his length, and he strained against me.

“I want you so much,” I whispered in his ear. “Let’s make love. Right here and right now.”

CHAPTER TWO

Tim turned his head and captured my lips with his. He took us right down to the sofa. Seconds later he was sliding inside of me.

I tossed my head back, shouting in triumph. Wrapping myself around him, I held on tight as he moved over me with sure, deep strokes. My brain shut off. Everything else melted away, and it was only the two of us.

“You feel so good,” he groaned.

“I love you,” I whispered, digging my nails into his back.

In response he lifted one of my legs up higher, so that now he hit a spot deep inside of my core. I immediately felt myself begin to go. The orgasm crashed over me. Burying my face into his shoulder, I shouted my way through it.

“God, I love you,” he said as he followed me a moment later.

Afterwards, we staggered off to the bathroom for a shower. Then once we cleaned up, we got dressed...sort of. Tim was wearing a pair of sweatpants he’d left previously, and I had put on an oversized t-shirt. Side by side we made breakfast together and then went to my kitchen table. In an excellent mood from the great sex, I was feeling happy and rather relaxed.

Tim, bless him, was still trying to talk to me about what had happened the day before but even as I tried to listen, my thoughts kept wandering.

He sat there…tanned, buff, and shirtless, and all I could think about was how soon I could get him into my bed for another round. Granted the man needed time to recover, but after more than two years together, I was well aware that Tim’s ‘recharge time’ was typically and gloriously brief.

In fact, I was currently having a hard time keeping my hands off him as we sat at the table. At that moment my left hand was in his lap, and it had not escaped my notice that even as he lectured me about being more vigilant with my personal safety…my man was clearly reacting to my touch.

Perfect.

Round two, I estimated as I trailed a fingertip across him, would be underway in a matter of minutes. Rising to my feet, I picked up my empty plate and reached across him for his—deliberately putting my boobs right in his face.

“Oh, excuse me.” I acted as if that had been accidental.

“Mmmm…” Tim stopped mid-lecture and buried his face between them.

I stayed where I was, allowing him to nuzzle and nip. Then abruptly I spun away and took the dishes to the sink. He made a grab for my waist, and I eluded him. I placed the dishes in the sink and fought not to laugh when I heard his chair scrape across the floor.

“Cordelia.” His voice was deeper and gravelly. “This is a serious situation. Don’t try and distract me with sex again. We really need to talk about this.”

“Well, Ireallydon’t need you to make my anxiety any worse, and I don’t want to talk about it. I’d rather you take me back to bed.”

“Damn it, Cordelia,” he complained with a half laugh. “You aren’t paying attention to anything that I’m saying.”

“Uh oh. Now I’m in trouble.” I gave him a slow smile. “I suppose, Deputy, that you should take me very firmly in hand for not paying attention...”

Trailing off, I shook my hair back and tried something that I hadn’t done before. I gave him a very blunt, very explicit suggestion as to how he could keep myfull attention.

His eyes changed. In fact, his entire body reacted to what I’d just said.

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