High Seduction (20 page)

Maybe it was time to simply take what he and Erin both needed. It had been far too long coming as far as he was concerned.

Their lunch finished, they said good-bye and headed out the door, pausing on the path leading back to Tim's truck.

Matt cleared his throat. “Before it becomes a huge topic of discussion, I'd like to announce my assistant found a great place to rent about an hour from here.”

“So you'll be staying in the area for a few days?” Erin asked.

“Yes, but I was thinking . . .” His friend dragged his fingers through his hair, a wry smile sneaking out. “I know this might seem a touch crazy, but the place is big enough for all of us. To make up for having to abandon my place on short notice.”

Tim hesitated, listening to what his friend wasn't saying. “You have things to do in Calgary—when?”

“Wednesday.”

Which meant he'd be holed up by himself until then. Tim squeezed Erin's fingers and considered how this changed his plans for their extended holiday. It was the perfect way to kill two birds with one stone.

He turned to Erin, but she was staring at Matt, a frown on her pretty face. “You'll be all alone until Wednesday?”

“Erin. I'm a grown man.” Matt shrugged. “I spend a good deal of time by myself.”

“Not right now, you don't,” Erin flashed back.

Tim's smile only widened as Erin twirled toward him. “Want to keep holidaying with Matt?”

“If it's okay with you?”

“Spend more time with this jerk? You're a glutton, aren't you, kitten?

A subtle smile snuck out. “Only for some things.”

Matt's pleasure that his suggestion had been accepted was clear. “I'll get the directions.”

Erin held up a hand. “Wait. Before we head off to places unknown, we're swinging by my house so I can grab some clean clothes. I insist.”

“No problem.” Tim leaned forward and kissed her cheek, unable to stop the teasing whisper. “Although why you think you'll need any clothes is a mystery.”

Her eyes widened—her interest and excitement obvious. She swallowed, and her gaze flicked ahead of them where Matt was waiting with the truck door already open.

A rising sense of pleasure and hope mixed together. Whatever the next couple of days would bring, Tim was looking forward to it immensely.

CHAPTER
21

The house wasn't quite as big as Matt's.

Almost, but not quite.

Having established that fact, Erin wandered into the kitchen with a sense of awe stalking her. “How is it possible to make one phone call and end up with a house like this to rent for a few days?”

Matt shrugged. “Money makes things happen.”

Money.
Man
 . . . “Matt, it's got a pool. And a workout room.”

“And a stocked bar and fridge.” Tim closed the fridge, hands full of drinks he lowered to the counter. “And there's a chef coming over later to make dinner.” He pointed at Matt. “That one's on me, you hear?”

Matt accepted the bottle from Tim. “Fine. You can pay for supper. I arranged for massages for this afternoon.”

Tim laughed. “You didn't.”

“Well, I didn't. My assistant did,” Matt confessed. “But we're getting pampered at four thirty. That gives us plenty of time before the feast begins.”

Decadence at its finest. Erin eased against Tim's side, trailing her fingers over the counter in amazement. “You two are hired to pick all my vacation spots from here on. Did you see the yard?”

Both the guys smiled approvingly. Tim slid an arm around her and guided her into the open living space under the storey-and-a-half ceiling. “It's not a yard, it's an
outdoor entertainment area backing onto a wilderness reserve
.”

“Oh, excuse me. My mistake.” Erin squeezed him tight, then had to haul up a hand to cover her yawn. “Sorry about that.”

Tim eyed her. “Last night knocked you for a loop. Come on. We'll explore later. Matt, I'll be back in a bit.”

“No hurry, no agenda, or at least not until four thirty.” Matt had settled on the couch, playing with a remote control. “I'm very happy right where I am.”

His grin grew bigger as the fireplace flickered to a warm glow. Satisfaction in his every move, he put his feet up on the coffee table and dragged a magazine into his lap.

Then Erin couldn't see anything more because Tim had her out of the room and down the hall to the master bedroom Matt had insisted they use.

Tim had her shirt off before she knew what he'd planned, and he was working on her pants. “Take a shower, take a nap. Like Matt said, there's no agenda here other than to relax.”

He was right. She had no set ideas for her afternoon, and being stripped down and kissed tenderly was definitely a good idea. He cradled her against him for a moment, and she shivered.

“Cold?” He went to pull back, but she clung tighter to stop him from letting go so soon.

She licked her lips. “I'm naked again, and you're fully clothed. That does something to me.” Her confession came out husky.

“Hmm.” He stroked lazily over her back and hips, moving the barest bit against her. The caress kicked the sensations licking up her spine into overdrive. “It does something to me as well,” he breathed against her cheek.

Logic wanted her to explain away the extreme relaxation in her limbs. It had been a long day. She'd been up early, and while it was only one thirty in the afternoon, it seemed like a lot later between the transport back to Banff and the time spent at the barbecue with the team.

But honesty made her confess that it wasn't sheer exhaustion leaving her limbs relaxed to the point of being jelly. It was the mellow sensation in her gut.

Her mood had changed. The fear of the kidnapping, the stressful hours that had passed since—all of that faded until there was only the two of them, Tim's strong hands guiding her forward until they stood beside an enormous porcelain tub.

“Shower?”

“I changed my mind. You get to relax, I get to enjoy you.”

Erin sank into the oversized soaker tub, her eyelids growing heavier by the minute as Tim turned on the water and proceeded to wash her. His touch was sensual, not sexual, hands stroking slowly, the rougher texture of the washcloth rubbing her skin and leaving a heated pulse everywhere.

Somewhere in the house a faint chorus of music had begun playing. Classical, with powerful upsweeps of strings and bass. She was being seduced to the strains of songs that had been performed before kings and queens.

She felt every inch a pampered royal.

Tim helped her stand, then indulged her by wrapping her in a huge fluffy towel. Her hair was wrapped in a second towel, so she was nestled in warm cotton as he placed her tenderly on the massive king-sized bed and proceeded to pat her dry. The room was cool, but the brush of his hands with the soft cloth made her skin tingle.

He lifted the edge of the comforter and she crawled under it, her naked skin on the sheets the whisper of a caress. One detail made her smile. “Flannel, not silk?”

“It's winter,” Tim offered. He stripped down rapidly before joining her. Heat streamed from his body to chase away the slight chill as their bodies warmed the sheets.

He pulled her against him and kissed her temple and adjusted his hold to half drape her over him, settling them in place. “Sleep.”

“You told Matt you'd be back shortly.”

“Matt will wait. I want to hold you.”

“Hmm.” Erin teetered on the edge already. “Don't let me sleep away the entire holiday.”

He laughed. “No chance of that. I promise I'll wake you when it's time. For now, a couple hours of rest come first.”

It felt oddly greedy to allow her eyes to close and sleep to take over, but if this was part of what he wanted—

Give him control. Let him call the shots.

It was difficult to stick to her plan, but while they hadn't officially restarted their adventure, she was sure he'd gotten her message. She'd left behind a few fears in the tub, washed away with his touch.

I want more.

The thought slipped in as she fell asleep.

It seemed only a moment later she was being rolled to her back, hands tugging her under him. “I want you,” Tim whispered. “I need to be inside you, now.”

Dream or reality? Erin didn't care. She opened her legs and welcomed him as he settled between her thighs. Naked skin brushed, his cock nudged her core. Fingers fumbled for a moment as he guided himself between her folds.

And paused, the head of his cock nestled just inside her sex. She opened her eyes as he pulled her hands over her head, stretching her beneath him. He tugged until she arched, body curving upward.

His fingers curled around her wrists, pinning her in place. With his free hand he caught her hip and lifted. Slowly he joined them. She was wet already, easing his entry as his cock pressed her apart.

He worked in all the way to the root, fully buried. Pleasure rippled over his expression as he pulled back and thrust forward more rapidly the second time.

Erin relished the sensation. The fullness. Knowing that he was enjoying her body even as her own passions rose.

She couldn't move except to lift her legs, and she did that now, wrapping herself around him and gasping as the new position allowed him to press deeper.

Tim smiled. “Keep your hands where they are.”

Oh, shit.

But she nodded, linking her fingers together to remind herself not to move. He slipped his hands free of her wrists.

He rose to his knees and caught hold of her hips, changing the angle as he plunged harder into her core. Her heels dug into the muscular cheeks of his ass, but it was the relentless thrusts that threatened her sanity. With most of her weight balanced on her shoulders, Tim drove his cock in again. Hard, his fingers squeezing the delicate skin of her hips and ass tight enough to bruise.

Erin struggled to keep her hands over her head, the temptation to reach down and grasp his shoulders shaking her. The urge to touch him was so strong, the desire to stroke his body. To hang on tight as he possessed her. But he'd ordered her to leave her hands up, and locking them together to do that forced her to take the pleasure he gave without adding to it on her own.

Every time he thrust, his heavy cock stroked her clit, and every time the deliberate rub brought her that much closer to coming. She didn't expect the pleasure. For some reason she hadn't expected him to make sure she came as well. It was just as satisfying to look up and watch him, to see the play of desire dance over his face. He froze, cock filling her completely as his hips jerked and he found release.

He lowered himself slowly, his body blanketing hers, the sheets long abandoned to the floor. She was more than warm enough as he panted softly, his lips finding her neck. His chest rubbed her lightly, the tight curls on his chest abrading her sensitive nipples.

“You are too tempting,” he scolded, the words a teasing caress past her ear. “And I'm not nearly done with you.”

“Umm, I like that, but don't we have a massage appointment soon?”

“Soon enough.” He tugged her hands apart from where she'd been keeping them in place by clutching the mattress cover. Tim kissed her knuckles, then used her hand to brush his cheek.

His five o'clock shadow tickled and tantalized. She loved to feel that rough scratching sensation over her entire body. Have him leave rash lines between her thighs—the possibilities were endless.

Only what he did was rock backward, finding a spot on the side of the mattress. His heated gaze carried over her. Mischief and fire all mixed up into one.

“You didn't come,” he noted. “I was too quick.”

“It's okay.”

He shook his head. “I don't want you having to endure your massage all turned on and unsatisfied.”

Erin wiggled up onto her elbows. She lifted her hair and twisted it out of the way, laying it to the side of the pillow, the still damp strands distracting her for a moment.

She waited as Tim stroked her leg from the knee down to her ankle. “Why do I get the feeling you're up to something?” she asked.

Another stroke, this time upward, the drifting touch making goose bumps rise ahead of his fingers. “Just want you to be happy. Do you want to come, Erin?”

“Well, if you insist.”

His eyes flashed hotter, but he sat back on the mattress instead of moving closer. “I do. Make yourself come, Erin. I want to watch.”

Oh
shit
.

She pulled the pillows under her head and shoulders, propping up at enough of an angle so he wasn't looming over her. Only his expression was intense enough to burn her no matter how equal their body positions.

There was no doubt who was in control at this moment, and it wasn't her.

She fell into his command. Pushed aside everything that said this was too much or stupid, or the wrong kind of thing. He wanted her to come?

Game on.

Starting slowly seemed right, even though she was already turned on enough that a few touches might be all it took to send her over. She trailed her hands over her breasts. Lifting the heavy swells lightly before pausing to circle her thumbs over her sensitive nipples. The tips were already hard, and her light caress made them tingle.

She drifted one hand down her torso, fingers spread wide to allow the heat banked in her body to flare again. The other she kept raised, playing with her breasts as Tim's gaze darted back and forth between the two points.

She was slick with her own moisture and his release, and her fingers skimmed smoothly through her folds. Small circles, longer dips into her core, the entire time increasing pressure on her clit as Tim rose to his feet, his stare intensifying. It wasn't going to take long, not with how close she'd been during their earlier session.

And his eyes. Lord, the way he watched her made everything . . .
more
. More intense. More sensual, until it wasn't her fingers on her clit, teasing and rubbing, it was his—
his
hands pinching her nipples to make them sting for a second before a wicked flush of pleasure washed through her and edged her higher.

When he knelt on the bed at her side and leaned closer to take her lips, nothing mattered except the wave of desire that was ready to break over her. His kiss arched her upward, desperate to keep their mouths in contact. He moved to her neck and sucked, right there under her ear, and it propelled her over. Dizzy delight rushed in, tangling her limbs. Shaking her hard as her body responded to all the tactile pleasures meeting together in one perfect moment. Touch, taste—the sensory overload made her giddy.

She relaxed back on the pillow, gently guided there by his strong hands.

“Whoa.” Erin cupped his cheek, enjoying the tease of his whiskers.

Tim stretched out beside her, his hands drifting over her face, her hair. Pulling strands back from her forehead as his gaze danced over her. “Lovely as always.”

Some smart-ass remark would be appropriate, but she couldn't find one she liked. The mellow sensation from earlier had enveloped her completely, leaving her only response a smile. “Massages soon?”

Tim nodded. “We have a few more minutes, but we should be getting ready.”