Page 62 of Tangled in Temptation

One by one, he slid my strappy heels off and then slowly started to peel down my panties. I held on to him for support as one foot then the other was lifted to free them. He tossed them aside, his eyes never leaving mine.

Naked, we stood in the middle of his bedroom. He looked at me for a moment longer before pulling me tight against him. The feeling of his bare skin against mine sent a shiver through me, and he responded with a low growl in my ear.

“I need you now,” he said huskily, leading me to his king-sized bed. He laid me down gently and positioned himself atop me.

His eyes were dark with desire as he looked down at me, a little smile playing on his lips. “Are you ready?” he asked. His voice had dropped to a whisper, every word vibrating with barely contained desire. I nodded, my breath hitching in anticipation.

“Always,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I look at you and I get wet. You have this way about you that turns me on more than you can possibly imagine.”

“Trust me, I know exactly what you’re talking about. Do you know how hard I struggle to keep my erection from embarrassing me when we’re supposed to be talking about wood?”

I giggled. “Your wood.”

“Very funny,” he chuckled.

His body was solid and warm against mine, the coarse hair on his chest rubbing against my sensitive skin.

He reached out, brushing a stray curl off my forehead. His touch was light, almost reverent, like I was some precious treasure he’d been granted access to. At that moment, I realized just how much I meant to him, and it only fueled my need.

His lips found mine again, a tender exploration that quickly turned heated. His hand roamed my body, fanning the flames of my desire. I ached for him in a way that words couldn’t describe. I was on fire, inside and out, and he was the only man who could quench it.

With impatient hands, I reached down to guide him inside me. He groaned as he entered, the sound vibrating against my lips. His thrusts were slow and measured at first, as if he was trying to prolong the moment, savor the sweetness of our shared intimacy. Soon, his rhythm began to quicken, the heady taste of desire pushing him forward. I matched his pace, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own. Our connection was electric.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he panted into my ear. I could only respond with a groan, too wrapped up in the sensations coursing through me to form coherent words. “I want you to ride me.”

He pulled away and rolled to his back. I scrambled to climb over the top of him, anxious to have him back inside me. He moved his hands down to my hips, guiding me onto him with a low groan. The feeling of him filling me once again was intoxicating, increasing my need for him. I began to move, slowly at first, then gradually increasing my pace as his hands moved to my waist, guiding me in rhythm with his own movements.

His eyes were locked on mine, the intensity of his gaze making my heart pound in my chest. I braced myself against his firm chest, feeling the ridges of his muscles moving beneath me. His hands started to move up and down my back, soft yet possessive touches that sent shivers down my spine.

He groaned beneath me as I moved faster and faster, matching my rhythm with his own fervent thrusts. The sensation of him inside me was almost too much, making me see stars. His fingers dug into my hips, guiding me as I lost myself in the pleasure. All around us, the room seemed to melt away until there was only him and me.

“Look at you,” he growled, his voice trembling with desire. His eyes hungrily took in my bouncing breasts, the arch of my back, the way my body rode his. “So damned perfect.”

“I...I’m so...” I gasped out in between thrusts. The words were hard to get out, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the pleasure built inside me. I could feel the familiar tension coiling tight in my stomach.

“I know, love. I’m right there with you.” He panted, his body trembling beneath me as we both chased after the orgasm. The sound of his voice, rough and strained with desire, pushed me even closer to the edge.

His grip on my hips tightened, and with a couple of powerful thrusts, he lifted himself off the bed, arching deep into me. The new angle sent shockwaves of pleasure through me, and I cried out, my nails digging into his chest.

“That’s it,” he encouraged through gritted teeth, his voice shaking with the strain of holding back. “Let it all go.”

His words were like a trigger, my climax washing over me in a powerful wave. My body convulsed above him, matching the rhythm of his own release. Our gasps and moans filled the room, mingling with the heavy scent of our shared desire.

We remained locked together long after the waves of ecstasy had subsided. His hands found their way to my hair, tangling in the curls as he gently pulled me down to his chest. Our heartbeats echoed against each other, resonating in a melody that was uniquely ours.

“I could stay like this forever,” I murmured. I was draped over him, our bodies still twitching in the aftermath. His hands rubbed up and down my back.

“I hope you will stay like this forever.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Timothy

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FOR THE FIRST TIME in what felt like an eternity, I woke with a smile on my face, the remnants of last night’s euphoria still lingering like a sweet dream. I opened my eyes and rolled to my side to look at the beautiful woman lying beside me. Blond curls covered her face. The sheet had fallen down around her waist.

Catherine.