Page 18 of Tangled in Temptation

He kept rubbing until my body was weeping with the second orgasm. I had barely caught my breath when he pulled out, shocking me and leaving me feeling empty.

“Roll over,” he ordered.

I nodded, gulping and doing as he asked. I got to my hands and knees and looked over my shoulder at him.

His eyes were dark and filled with an intensity that left me breathless. He positioned himself behind me, one of his hands against the small of my back, the other on my hip as he pulled me closer to him. The anticipation was intense, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine.

He traced his fingers along the curve of my hips, each touch leaving a trail of fire on my skin. His hardness brushed against me, causing a sharp intake of breath. And then he was inside me again, filling me up, causing another gasp to escape from my lips. His grip tightened on my hips as he began moving rhythmically.

The angle was different now, every thrust hitting a place deep inside me that had me gasping for breath. He was relentless, driving into me with a steady rhythm, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room. I gripped the sheets beneath me, my knuckles turning white as pleasure coursed through me.

“Fuck me, you’re so hot,” he growled from behind, his voice laced with an edge of primal satisfaction. His hand slid from my hip up to my breast, kneading it with a possessive grip. My body responded eagerly to his touch, arching back against him as he continued to stroke and thrust simultaneously.

He pulled me back, my back pressed against his chest as his other arm wrapped around my stomach, holding me firmly against him. His breath was hot against the nape of my neck as he continued his rhythmic assault. His teeth grazed my shoulder, sending chills racing through my body.

A cry slipped from my lips. He tightened his hold on me in response, his fingers digging into my skin. He grunted as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts. His hand left my breast to return to the throbbing bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs. The unexpected touch sent a jolt through me, forcing me to gasp and clench around him.

“Oh Timothy,” I choked out, the words barely more than a raspy whisper.

A low growl erupted from his chest, vibrating against my back. His grip tightened around me as his rhythm became even more desperate. His hand continued its dance between my thighs, swirling and pressing in time with his thrusts. A hot coil of pleasure was forming again in my lower belly, the intensity of it making me see stars.

“I’m close,” he grunted hoarsely, his teeth grazing along the shell of my ear.

“Me too,” I whimpered, feeling the coil inside me about to snap.

The room spun as ecstasy washed over me, tensing every muscle in my body. I dropped back to my hands, clawing at the sheets as if they were my only tether to reality.

“Timothy!” I cried out, my voice echoing through our dimly lit room.

His rapid movements were unhinged, and then with one final thrust, I felt him stiffen behind me, his body pressed tightly against mine as he reached his own climax.

He collapsed on top of me gently, careful not to crush me with his weight. His hot breath fanned against my neck, making me shiver from the contact. He pulled out slowly, leaving me empty but satisfied.

“Wow,” he murmured.

I turned to face him, my hand brushing a sweaty lock of hair off his forehead. He offered a lazy half-smile.

After a few minutes, he rolled away. He started to get dressed while I wrapped the sheet around my naked body.

“So much for being just friends,” I said with a laugh.

He zipped up his pants and looked at me. “This is just casual.”

I felt like I’d been slapped. I didn’t have anything to say.

“I have to get going,” he said and leaned down to give me a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later. I need to get home.”

He walked out of my bedroom. I could hear his footsteps going downstairs and then the front door opening and closing. It was like a vacuum sucked the oxygen out of the room.

I couldn’t believe he’d done it again. The first time shame on him, but the second time was on me. I felt so foolish. It hurt. It hurt more than it should. That was because I felt something for him. Something far stronger than he felt for me. I was pissed at myself for letting my heart get involved.

Chapter Nine

Timothy

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I SAT AT THE TABLE, nursing a second cup of coffee, my mind a haze of thoughts after the unexpected night with Catherine. I had not meant for that to happen. I went over there because I was drawn to her. The sex was off the fucking charts. I was addicted to the woman. I couldn’t get enough of her. Every time I had sex with her, it made me want her even more. Even now, sitting here drinking my coffee, I was thinking about sex with her. She had tasted so sweet. I could still smell her. It was the greatest aphrodisiac. I felt bad for walking out on her again, but she seemed to be interested in something I couldn’t provide. I wasn’t relationship material. I had been there, done that, and gotten burned. Not to mention, a relationship would only complicate the situation with Regina and Paisley.