Page 9 of In Dangerous Water

Tim had always been a considerate and attentive lover. But for some reason, that day, I wanted so much more from him.

“Don’t.” He bit the word off and yet; I could see how much his shoulder muscles had tensed.

“Don’t what?” I smiled very slowly. “Have I shocked you, Tim?”

He stood there breathing roughly. With my empathy Ifeltthe desire that surged swiftly through him. Emotionally linked as we were, I saw the erotic images that flashed through his mind, and it only turned me on more.

“Go to the bedroom,” he said.

Thrilled by his reaction, I hurried directly there. My feet had barely crossed the threshold, and he was right behind me, close enough that his hips brushed against my backside. His hands dropped to my waist, his mouth was gnawing on my shoulder, and he began to walk me toward the bed.

With a sharp nip to the nape of my neck, Tim lifted his mouth and tugged the t-shirt over my head. Spinning me around quickly so that we were facing one another, he then pulled me close and kissed me. His tongue swooped in and claimed my mouth, and I groaned as he cupped my breasts in his hands and began to knead.

He tore his mouth from mine and began to move lower, trailing kisses over my breasts. I felt his hands guiding me to sit on the bed, and then he was kneeling before me, easing me down to lay back against the sheets.

Roughly he shoved my legs apart and with a low growl, he dropped his face between them. His tongue was swiping up inside me a moment later and I shouted from the pleasure of it.Sinking my hands in his hair, I hung on as he held my legs open wide and devoured.

I was on the very brink, when he suddenly stopped and lifted his head.

He smiled. “Not so fast, Cordelia.”

I groaned in disappointment, but then his fingers were pushing inside of me, which had me moaning and writhing all over again.

“I think you’re wet enough now,” he said in a low, rough voice.

“Oh god,” I managed to say, right before he tugged his sweats down.

He dropped down over me and hooked his arms under my legs, yanking my legs higher so that the backs of my knees were draped over his shoulders. A second later, he slammed home.

I responded with a happy shout.

Tim turned his hands, grabbed a hold of my arms, and held me firmly in place while his hips began to piston. He was a little rough, and it was hot as hell.

In response, all of my feminine muscles clamped down around him.

“Do you like this?” he asked darkly.

“Yes.” I shuddered when he tightened his grip. “Yes, I love it.”

I was unable to move. My heart began to beat faster, realizing that he had taken complete control. In response I became wetter.

Tim felt it. I could see by the look on his face. “Do you want more?” he growled.

“Oh gods.” I began to shake with excitement. “I wanteverything. Take me any way you like.”

In answer he slammed his hips forward and plundered. My lover of the past two years had finally snapped the leash on his control—and it was glorious.

By the time he was finished with me, I didn’t even know my own name.

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I think I may have passed out, because when I finally had my wits about me again, it was one o’clock in the afternoon; and I had to be at the pool in an hour. I swore and jumped out of bed, surprised to discover that Tim was no longer there.

My body ached all over and yet, at the same time it sang too. I’d never had such amazing orgasms in my life. I couldn’t wait to do that with him all over again.

I did make it to the pool on time, and managed to hit a drive-thru and grab a burger and a soft drink on my way in. At two o’clock on the dot I strolled in the building with a smile on my face. I dumped my bag in my office, slurped the last of my soda, and saw I had several text messages from each of my sisters. Scrolling through them, I ignored their various messages telling me to be careful, not to walk to my car alone… Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Deliberately I blocked out all of their concern. I could feel their worry and unease from clear across town. I knew they meant well, but it was too much—I needed a break from their emotions. Because if they kept this up, I’d be having chronic anxiety attacks again.

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