Page 70 of Hearts of Wealth

Catherine

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TIMOTHY SHUT THE DOOR behind us and turned to me with an earnest look in his eyes. He took off his coat and tie, then walked over to where I stood.

“We’ve got a full house tonight,” he said. “You’re going to have to try and keep it down.”

“Me?” I teased.

“You can be a little loud,” he joked.

“Oh, baby, I think you’re the one that’s going to have a hard time keeping your voice down.”

The glow from the bedside lamp caught the diamond ring, making it twirl sparks of light around the room.

“I love you,” Timothy whispered, reaching out to carefully tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love you more than anything in this world, and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”

I pressed myself against him, wrapping my arms around his neck. “I love you too, Timothy. More than I could ever put into words.”

He pulled me closer until there was no space left between us. His lips met mine in a slow, soft kiss that made my heart flutter. As our kiss deepened, he lifted me effortlessly and carried me to the bed.

He pulled back and looked down at me with such love in his eyes, I could feel the warmth like his arms were wrapped around me.

He slowly undressed before he took great care taking my clothes off.

He smiled at me, a gentle, loving smile, and it made my heart flutter uncontrollably. He leaned down and kissed me. His lips were soft against mine, his touch light like the whisper of the wind. I could feel the warmth from him, radiating off him and seeping into me. It was intoxicating.

“Roll over,” he whispered.

I did what he asked, rolling to my belly. His fingertips traced over my shoulders and then down my spine. I shuddered with excitement. He bent forward and kissed my shoulder, running his tongue across it before sucking the flesh as the back of my neck. His hands moved down my sides, tracing the curve of my waist before gliding up again. I could feel his breath on my skin, hot and quick in anticipation. His fingers traced languid circles on my back, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through me. The sensation made me squirm under his touch, and he chuckled softly behind me.

His hand slid beneath me to tease the curve of my breast from beneath, while his other hand traced the hollow dip of my waist. His fingers were soft yet insistent as they explored my body. He kissed a path down from my shoulder, leaving goosebumps in his wake. His tongue trailed down my spine, kissing over my ass and then to the uber sensitive flesh at the back of my thighs. His kissing and licking continued down my legs, each lingering press of his mouth making my heart flutter anew. I felt his hands on my ankles, gently pulling my legs apart. His lips brushed the inside of each knee in turn—a gentle tease that left me yearning for more.

“Are you ready?” he whispered into the quiet of the room. My response was a soft moan that echoed around us in the shadows. “You have to be quiet.”

He was challenging me. Teasing me. “I’m ready.”

He slid his hand between my legs, his fingers brushing over my core that was already wet and wanting with the slow perusal of my body with his tongue. He let out a low groan as he felt the evidence of my arousal, his voice sending shivers of anticipation down my spine. I pressed back against him, the tension building with each second that passed.

His fingers moved in slow, deliberate circles, teasing me, bringing me to the edge. His mouth moved against my skin, continuing to leave a trail of kisses across my body. I bit back a moan, remembering his playful warning about staying quiet.

A soft chuckle escaped him, his breath hot against my skin. “Shh,” he murmured teasingly, his voice husky with desire.

I groaned in response as his finger toyed with my clit. My fingers curled in the sheets, tugging and pulling as I did my best not to make a sound.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

I moaned in response. He laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a tremor of desire spiraling through me. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he said.

His fingers, still between my legs, slowed their movements. He began to tease me with a torturous slowness that had me twisting and turning beneath him. “Timothy,” I gasped out, clutching at the sheets beneath me.

“Shh,” he chastened again, his voice bearing the smile he wore. “You have to be quiet.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, suppressing the moans threatening to spill out. It was a sweet kind of torment. We both knew the house was large enough and our room was at the opposite end of the hall in its own wing. No one was likely to hear us unless we started hanging from the chandeliers. But it was fun to have a challenge.

Timothy continued his ministrations, his fingers teasing, exploring until I thought I might explode. I held my breath, trying to remain as silent as possible, but it was a nearly impossible task. His touch was electric, sending sparks of pleasure racing through my body.

Then, quite unexpectedly, he stopped. He pulled his fingers away, and I could feel the absence of his touch like a physical ache. I whimpered in protest and heard him chuckle softly behind me.