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I STARED AT HIM, CONSIDERING my options. I could walk away and go back to my room and end this before it crossed a line. Or I could stay right where I was and give into the passion burning between us.
“Then kiss me again,” I whispered.
His eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. His lips found mine with a scorching passion. Our bodies melded together, our shared desire pulsing between us. His hands moved over my back, pulling me tighter against his solid frame. I clung to him, the cool of the kitchen counter forgotten against the heat of his body.
Suddenly, his fingers were in my hair, tilting my head to deepen the kiss. It was raw and primal and everything I’d been trying to deny for so long. All reason and logic faded away, replaced by pure emotion. It was intoxicating, breathtaking, and equally terrifying. This was uncharted territory. I forgot all about the rules and reasons why I shouldn’t have anything to do with him. He was a dead end. He was never going to want to marry me.
But damn, just one night.
As his mouth moved against mine, every nerve ending seemed to come alive. I felt a current run through my body, setting my skin aflame. I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies moving together. The earthy scent of his cologne mixed with scotch and something uniquely him. My hands moved from his back to his hair, fingers tangling in the messy strands.
“Timothy,” I murmured against his lips, my voice barely a whisper. His answer was a low hum, sending a ripple of emotion through me. His hands slid down my back, ending up at my waist where they stayed, holding me firm against him. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine and lighting a fire deep within me. His lips moved to my neck, trailing kisses down to my collarbone and causing me to gasp.
The flimsy straps on my tank top were easily pulled away. I had crept down to the kitchen in my tiny shorts and tank. It wasn’t exactly full coverage.
“Are you sure?” he asked, pulling back slightly to look into my eyes. His own were dark with desire. I nodded wordlessly, pulling him closer again. His lips found mine once more and any remaining doubts faded away.
I felt his hands move under my shirt, tracing the curves of my body. His thumbs brushed over my pebbled nipples, pulling a sharp gasp from me.
His touch was electric, making my body respond in ways I had never experienced before. His hands, strong and steady, traced a path up my stomach and over my ribs, pulling a soft moan from my throat. He took that as encouragement and pulled me even closer against him.
Our kisses became more urgent, more needy. My fingers twisted in his hair as he moved his mouth down my neck and toward my chest. With one swift move, he had my shirt gone, leaving my upper body bare to his heated gaze.
His eyes were smoldering as he looked at me, desire clear in every inch of his expression. He seemed to pause for the brief moment, his gaze flickering between my eyes and my exposed flesh. “Fuck, I have fantasized about this since the first moment I laid eyes on you. You’re gorgeous. I could devour you whole.”
The intensity of his stare caused a hot flush to spread through me, making me squirm in anticipation. Timothy didn’t move, he simply watched me, knowing his gaze was making me hotter by the second. The way he watched me as my lips parted and took shallow gasps made me feel like his hands were on me.
“Timothy.” My voice was pleading now. The air between us was thick with desire. I watched as he slowly closed the gap, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as his lips closed around one of my nipples. I gasped at the sensation, my hands clutching his hair in a desperate response.
My back pressed against the cold kitchen counter. The contrast of temperatures served only to heighten the sensations coursing through me. His tongue flicked over my nipple, drawing a soft whimper.
His other hand slid to my waist and under my shorts, trailing downwards until he was cupping my heat through the thin fabric of my panties. A groan escaped from him when he felt just how wet I was. It was like a switch had been flipped. His movements became more urgent, hands gripping tighter, mouth sucking harder.
My breath hitched as his fingers slipped past the elastic band of my thong and made contact with my drenched folds. I felt him push my panties to the side and then, oh hot damn, his fingers were on me. His touch was everything. My body responded eagerly to him, a fire igniting within me.
“Yes.” The word slipped out as my head dropped back.
He pulled back from my chest, staring into my eyes as he stroked my slick core. The sight of Timothy, so composed yet filled with such raw lust for me, was too much. My heart pounded in my chest like a drum, the beat echoing through my veins as I flexed against his touch.
“You’re so wet,” he murmured. “I knew you would be. I saw the fire in you.”
His fingers pushed deeper. It sent a shockwave through me as I arched against him, my breath hitching. My hips met his hand, desperate for more of him, for all of him.
“Timothy.”
When I said his name, it seemed to drive him wild. He tugged at my shorts and panties impatiently until they were pooled on the floor. In the dim light of the kitchen, Timothy took his time drinking in the sight of me, stripped bare and open for him.
He worshiped me with his eyes. I wanted to do the same. I reached for his shirt and jerked it up. He stepped away and jerked it over his head before stripping out of his jeans. I stared at him in the black briefs. The massive bulge made my mouth water.
“Timothy,” I whispered again, my voice husky with want. My fingers reached for him eagerly, tracing the outline of him through the fabric of his briefs. He groaned at the touch, watching me intently as I explored him. The sight of him, large, hard, and straining against his briefs, was intoxicating. It ignited a desire deep within me, a hunger I never knew existed.
I tugged at the waistband of his briefs until he pushed them down and stepped out of them, standing before me in all his naked glory. My gaze traveled over every inch of him, from his muscular chest to his defined abs, to the dusting of hair that trailed down his stomach and led me to the most intimate part of him. He was hard and ready, just for me. My hand reached out to touch him, my fingers wrapping around his length delicately. He shuddered, a low growl escaping his lips.
Taking a step closer, he positioned himself between my legs, our bodies only inches apart. His hands returned to my waist, pulling me closer until I could feel the heat radiating from him. One hand grasped the back of my neck as he leaned in, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss. His other hand found its way between my thighs, his fingers once again exploring my wet folds. I whimpered against his mouth, pushing my hips against his hand in anticipation. The sensation made stars burst behind my eyelids as I gripped him tighter.
“You’re sure?” he asked, his voice filled with restrained desire.
“Hell, yes,” I muttered breathlessly between kisses.
He suddenly lifted me, dropping my bare ass on the smooth, cold counter. I opened my legs in invitation. He stepped between them, one hand on my hip and the other going to the back of my head. I grabbed his cock and guided him to my entrance.
He groaned deeply as the tip of him brushed my slick entrance. His fingers tightened on my hip as he pushed inside me with a low growl. The feeling was exquisite as he filled me, stretched me. My nails dug into his back and I arched off the counter in response.
“Oh, damn.” I breathed out, mouth open in pleasure. He didn’t start moving right away. Instead he let me adjust to his girth.
“Timothy,” I whimpered, pulling at his hair to bring his lips down to mine.
He complied immediately, his tongue invading my mouth as he started to move within me. My insides coiled around him, the pleasure building with every thrust.
He grunted as he quickened his pace, my ass sliding back a few inches with the force of his movements. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him deeper and holding on tight. He changed his angle, finding a spot that had me gasping and clawing at his back.
I cried out as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. Each thrust pushed me higher until I was teetering on the brink.
“Let go.” His voice was hoarse and thick with desire. His words were all I needed.
White-hot pleasure ripped through me, originating from where our bodies were joined together and spreading through every nerve ending in my body. The world tilted, stars exploded behind my closed eyelids, and all I could do was cry out his name as ecstasy rocked my body.
He gave a final thrust, his body stiffening. His cry of release mixed with mine. Timothy collapsed against me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. Our heavy breaths filled the silence as our bodies trembled from the aftermath of our passionate encounter.
We stayed that way for what felt like an eternity. Then suddenly, he stepped away. I watched through a haze as he jerked on his underwear and jeans. He snatched his shirt and grabbed his drink from the kitchen counter. “Goodnight,” he murmured without looking me in the eyes.
He rushed out of the kitchen a second later. I stared after him, wondering what in the hell just happened. How had we gone from what I was going to call the most passionate, amazing sexual experience of my life to being abandoned naked on the counter?
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
I hopped off the counter and started to dress. I was pretty sure I had just made a huge mistake. I gave into the passion. But why? Why did I feel like it was a mistake?
Rummaging through my scattered clothing on the floor, I pulled my top over my head and jerked it down. I forgot all about making a cup of tea. I left everything as it was and rushed upstairs to my room. I flopped into bed and stared up at the ceiling.
I knew I should have some regrets, but I didn’t. Not really. That had been amazing. Maybe he was freaked out because it happened. Or maybe he was drunk and realized he had sex with a lowly carpenter.
