Page 38 of Tangled in Temptation

He leaned in, pressing his body flush against mine. I could feel every line of his muscular form perfectly molded against my own. His mouth descended onto mine, setting off a slow burn that quickly turned into an inferno. His lips moved slowly and deliberately, as if he were savoring the taste of me. His tongue teased the seam of my lips until I granted him access, our tongues tangling in a dance as old as time.

A groan escaped him as he broke our kiss, trailing his lips down my neck. He nipped at my collarbone, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Shivers wracked my body as he explored further south, his mouth replacing where his hands had been moments before.

His tongue slid over my flesh, circling one pebbled nipple before sucking it between his teeth. My back arched off the bed, a cry slipping from my lips as a wave of pleasure coursed through me. He repeated the action on the other nipple, his growls vibrating against my flesh and doubling the sensation. His hands continued their exploration, tracing lines and curves with a familiar intimacy.

The heat between us was almost unbearable, our bodies slick with sweat as we moved together in harmony. His hand slipped down my stomach, his fingers dancing over the sensitive skin before finally finding their destination. I whimpered as he touched me, a soft sound that echoed in the silent room.

His name tumbled from my lips as his fingers began to move inside me, sparking a wildfire that consumed my senses. His touch was making me writhe under his hand. His thumb found my sensitive bud and started rubbing it in small circles, sending jolts of pleasure through my body. I bucked my hips against his touch, wanting more, needing more.

Slowly, he withdrew his fingers, only to slip them inside again, deeper this time. My gasp was swallowed by his mouth as he sealed our lips together in another kiss. The taste of him mixed with what his fingers were doing inside me was making me dizzy with pleasure.

His movements became faster, more insistent. He knew exactly how to tease and please me, touching me in ways that drove me to the brink of madness. His fingers were relentless, driving into me again and again.

The world around me spun into a haze of pleasure, my body becoming more sensitive with each passing second. Every nerve ending was on fire, responding to his masterful touch. My breathing became erratic, matching the rhythm of his fingers plunging inside me.

“Please...” I pleaded, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He leaned in close, his lips grazing my ear as he whispered back, “Patience.”

I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode the waves of pleasure he was expertly crafting. His fingers went deeper, stroking a spot that had me seeing stars. It was an exquisite torment, a dance on the edge of climax that he controlled masterfully.

“Yes...” I gasped out, my body arching beneath him. He watched me, his eyes dark and intent as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge of bliss. “Please...” I begged again, my voice a broken whimper.

He kissed me again and found just the right spot to send me over the edge. His mouth swallowed my cries as I came apart in his arms. He moved over me, lining his thick cock up with my opening and pushed inside.

I gasped at the sensation, his girth stretching me in the most pleasurable of ways. He moved with a measured pace, deep and controlling. I locked my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel more of him inside of me.

He groaned, his hands digging into the sheets beside my head as he set a rhythm that made my head spin. Each thrust sent pleasure ricocheting through me. His eyes were locked on to mine, his gaze almost predatory as he watched my reactions to his every move.

“You feel so good.” He growled low, his voice sending shivers down my spine. The animalistic sounds coming from him fueled my own desire.

His pace gradually increased as he took my pleas as encouragement to pound into me harder. His name became a prayer on my lips, each syllable punctuated by the steady rhythm of his body colliding with mine. His fingers found mine, lacing them together as he pinned my hands above my head. The possessiveness of the gesture made me pulse with desire. His mouth found mine once again, swallowing my cries and replacing them with sharp intakes of breath at the intensity of his thrusts. Heat pooled in my lower belly, sparks of pleasure shooting out to every inch of my body, intensifying with each determined pound.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath fanning against my sweaty skin as he gently bit down on my earlobe. A moan escaped my lips at the combination of pain and pleasure. His free hand trailed down from my wrists to grasp at my hip firmly, guiding me in sync with his movements.

Suddenly, there was an explosion of ecstasy that I knew we both felt. Our cries echoed around the room before he collapsed on top of me. Sleep claimed me moments later. He had left me completely satisfied and satiated. I felt boneless.

The soft glow of city lights cast a soft glow across the room as I slowly stirred from sleep. The clock on the bedside table blinked midnight, and a dull headache lingered, likely the aftermath of the champagne we had indulged in earlier. I never drank champagne because it always left me with a headache. I rolled over, hoping to snuggle up to the warm body I fell asleep next to and found it empty. Timothy wasn’t beside me in bed.

Groggily, I sat up and glanced around the room, finding it empty. Wondering where he had gotten off to, I slipped out of bed and tiptoed across the soft carpet. I needed a glass of water and Advil. I wondered if Timothy had gone in search of the same.

As I approached the living room, I heard the muffled sound of Timothy’s voice. He was talking on the phone, his tone laced with frustration and anger. Hesitating for a moment, I debated whether to eavesdrop or retreat. In the end, curiosity won, and I discreetly lingered in the shadows. Who in the world was he talking to in the middle of the night?

“My relationship with her won’t get in the way of this,” Timothy stated firmly.

My heart skipped a beat. His words echoed in my mind, and the initial confusion gave way to a realization—he was talking about me. A surge of mixed emotions rushed through me—confusion, hurt, and a twinge of anger. What was he saying about our relationship?

I wouldn’t get in the way? I forgot all about the water and retreated back to the bedroom. I wanted to kick myself for falling for the same trap. He had such a way of convincing me he wanted something real with me. How stupid could I be for continuously falling for his bullshit?

Chapter Seventeen

Catherine

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I WOKE UP WITH THE sun shining through the tinted windows. The blinds were open, causing me to pull the blankets up and around myself. He had said no one could see in, but it still felt strange to be so exposed. I wasn’t surprised to find the bed was empty.

Last night, he had crawled back into bed and pulled me into his arms like he hadn’t just been on the phone with someone I assumed was Regina. It took all my self-control not to confront him, but I figured that would just make matters worse. And I could admit that it felt so right being in his arms.