Page 110 of High Seduction
The change of topic didn’t surprise her one bit, which also made her laugh. She pulled her top over her head, folding it carefully and placing it on the shelf beside him. Taunting him as she brushed past him on each trip, stroking his shoulders and arms with naked skin.
He didn’t move, except to reach behind him and pull something from the shelf.
Erin turned, stark naked, to see what he’d found.
Tim pulled the packaging from a brand-new rope, his eyes wild with fire as he rose and closed in on her. “I have something for you.”
She placed a hand on his hip, slipping her fingers over his groin. “I bet you do.”
It was his turn to smile. “No agendas. Nothing but Erin and Tim, and what makes us happy. In work, or in play, we do what we need to. Agreed?”
This she could wholeheartedly agree to. Finally, and without reservation. “Yes.”
He pulled her against him, the rough texture of his clothing sending an instant thrill through her system. A head rush like no other, edgy and dangerous as they played right there where they could have lost each other forever. Tim lifted her chin with a single finger so their lips met, and the fire she’d seen in his eyes consumed her all over again.
Possessive, and being possessed. There was nothing more that she could have asked for.
They were both breathless when he let her lips free, her fingers fisted into the fabric of his T-shirt tight enough to threaten the seams. Tim panted for a moment before finding his control.
Deep, dark. The command came out exactly how she wanted to hear it.
“Tell me you love me,” Tim ordered, his lips shifting against the tender skin of her neck, as if he couldn’t bear to move any farther away. “Tell me you want me all the time, and in all the ways I can take you. I need to know you’re mine.”
Her response came easily. “I love you.”
She scraped her nails down his chest, pushing the boundaries. Pushing him because she could, and because she knew that once he took control?
Hmmmm.
Erin looked him straight in the eye, letting everything she felt inside show on her face. So many years lost, so many doubts that had haunted her, and they’d all fallen aside as the truth shouted louder than anything. She could be strongandsubmissive.
She could be herself.
“I love you, and I’m yours.” She caught the rope he still held in his fingers and tugged it lightly. “Now tie me up and fuck me, you bastard.”
His slow chuckle rolled over her, making her skin more sensitive in anticipation. He caught her wrists and trapped them behind her back. “I thought you’d never ask.”
