Chapter Thirty-One

“I thought they’d never leave,” Tim said after he closed his front door behind Jeff and his family. “I love them to death but tonight, not so much.”

Time to get on with his happiness project. He crossed the room to get to Angelique, who stood next to the small fireplace on the far wall. He caught her face with both hands and dipped his head to kiss her.

Her lips were so soft underneath his lips. He coaxed her mouth to open and let him in for an outrageous French kiss.

She tasted so sweet, so rich. So Angelique. He couldn’t get enough of her. His hands slid from her face to her shoulders in order to remove the straps of her pretty little dress. Thank the baby Jesus that she was not wearing a bra. He pulled down the top of the dress to bare the tight peaks of her breasts while he nibbled up and down along her neck.

He rubbed his thumbs over the hard, ruched nipples. She moaned and pushed her breasts into his palms. The sound skittered down to his cock and hardened him to the point of exquisite pain.

He needed to be inside her, like yesterday. He grabbed her butt and hoisted her up to his waist. She wrapped her legs around him. He turned and braced her against the wall.

He supported her with one arm as he used the other to free his erection and push her thong panties aside. “Sorry baby. I just can’t wait anymore.” He fit the plump head of his penis to her warm, wet sheath and entered her in one brutal thrust.

She panted as she met him stroke for stroke. “Oh God,” she keened and rocked her pelvis in small circles around him.

“God, that’s so good baby,” he groaned against her mouth as they traded rapacious kisses. “So good.”

He felt the soft flesh of her channel begin to pulse against the hard length of him. The delicate muscles squeezed harder and harder as she went up in flames.

Damn, he was going to blow. With one long thrust he growled as he gave in to his own pleasure, pouring his seed deep within her.

****

Angelique slowly lowered her legs from around Tim’s back to stand on her own. She wasn’t exactly sure she’d be able to stay upright without Tim’s help so she melted against him, relying on his arms to prop her up.

“I’m sorry, baby. I meant to go slow tonight, make it last.”

She couldn’t seem to form words yet, so she rested her cheek against his chest.

Against his heart, with its steady and reassuring thump, thump, thump. “Any longer would be like to kill me.” She sighed.

“We’ll have to put that to the test.” He swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs.

She twined her arms around his neck and held onto the solid warmth of him. Her eyes drifted shut and she turned her head to run tiny kisses up and down his neck. His evening beard rasped deliciously under her lips.

Tim laid her on the crisp white cotton sheets of his bed. “You wait here. I’ll be right back.” He kissed her.

“Wh-where are you going?”

He grinned. “I promised you whipped cream and I always keep my promises.” He hitched his jeans into place and headed down the stairs.

Oh. My.

Wondering whether she should take off her clothes the rest of the way or just put them to rights, she realized she must look a sight. Instead, she fluffed up her hair before starting in on her rumpled, twisted sundress.

“No, you don’t,” Tim said from the doorway. He held a couple of cans of Reddi-Whip. “That’s my job.”

After setting the whipped cream on the nightstand, he went over to his bureau and lit three fat, fragrant candles then he slid onto the bed. “C’mere.” He pulled her close and pulled her dress over her head.

She trembled where his hands roamed over her. He kept his touch feather light, raising goose bumps on her hypersensitive skin.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured. “I haven’t taken the time to love you right.” He kissed her and coaxed her lips apart with his tongue.

Her eyes drifted closed as he made exquisite love to her mouth, practically making her weep with pleasure. She mewed when he lifted his head.

“Don’t worry, Sparky. There’s a lot more where that came from.” He reached behind him, grabbed one of the cans of whipped cream, and shook it.

“What are you going to do with that?”

“This.” He popped the top and sprayed the whipped cream over her tight, hard nipples. “Pretty.” He lowered his mouth slowly to lick the cream off. “Delicious.”

She couldn’t catch her breath as he swirled his tongue over and around the taut peaks of her breasts. Her head swimming, she anchored her hands in his hair and held on for dear life.

“Hmmmmm,” he said as he shook the can again. “I’m still hungry.” He decorated her breasts again and drew a line down from her chest to her belly button.

Her muscles quivered as he lapped the whipped cream from her body. She writhed as he held her close and feasted. Pleasure spiraled through her with each pass of his tongue.

He continued to lick and lave her trembling skin as he moved down her body, to the soft lips covering the hard button of her clitoris. She screamed at the first intimate kiss he delivered to her melting core.

Pleasure rolled over her in wave after wave. She was drowning in it. Her hips lifted up to meet his hot, wicked mouth.

As she flew off the peak with the sharp release of her orgasm, he reached between them and joined their bodies with one long, hard thrust.

Her climax went on and on, her inner walls molten and squeezing the magnificent length of his erection. She met him thrust for thrust, desperate to bring him to the same amazing release he’d just brought her. Impossibly, she felt the tender spasms build again as he moved in her body.

“I’m close, so close, baby,” he growled. “Come with me.” He nipped her lower lip with his teeth.

With one last ferocious roar, he pushed into her hard and deep and came in four strong bursts. She came apart along with him.

****

Air sawed in and out of Tim’s chest as he came back to himself after the most profound climax of his life. He had totally lost himself inside this amazing woman. He didn’t think he’d ever be the same again, as if some newer, better man had been born out of this insane physical connection he had with Angelique.

He rolled over and pulled her on top of him. “Are you okay?”

She shuddered on a wavering sigh. “More than okay. Amazed is more like it.”

“Me, too” He stared into those big brown eyes of hers. So much of his new life came into focus, revealed in her velvety soft gaze.

She gifted him with one of her beautiful smiles, a lovely curve of her mouth that shot him straight in the heart.

Love for her washed over him in bright, pulsing waves.

Tim had always wondered how he would know when he fell in love. Never, in his wildest imagination, could he have predicted this mix of elation at how right, simple, and inevitable it was and sheer terror that Angelique might not reciprocate his feelings

That she now held the whole of his heart in her small, adorable hands.

She leaned up over his chest to kiss him. “You know what I’m thinking, cher?” Her eyes sparkled.

“Don’t have a clue.” It was the absolute truth to God.

She reached past him and snagged the can of whipped cream and shook it. “I’m thinking turnabout is fair play.”

He grinned. What a woman. “Bring it on.”