Vet's Desire (25 page)

So erotic,
knowing that only he kept her clothed, knowing that she knew it.
Her lips parted slightly, the lush pink of them drawing him, but he
wasn’t finished yet.

Keeping their
gazes meshed, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties
and eased them down, sliding them over her silken skin, shifting
his hips enough to allow them to fall down to her ankles.

Then he moved
back enough so that her bra slipped down to join the panties at her
ankles.

Another step
forward and she was pressed against him, all silken skin, warm,
soft, and scented. Her nipples, little nubs of aroused hardness,
pressed into his chest and he breathed deep, enjoying watching her
eyes close briefly as his chest moved against her.

Bringing his
hands around her, he cupped the generous globes of her bottom and
pulled her into him. Now he sheltered her, his body bent over hers,
surrounding her, and she snuggled closer, her murmur of approval
almost a purr. A low, sexy purr that made his shaft jerk.

“Now,” she
whispered against his throat, turning her face into him so that her
breath was warm and damp on his skin, making him shiver with
anticipation.

“No,” he
whispered back, almost a growl, he was so aroused.

Aroused by her
scent, her taste, her softness and curves, her body…aroused by
Cindy Lawson finally in his arms.

“Tim.” She
trailed her hands down his spine, nails scraping deliciously,
fingers firm as she flattened her palms to slide beneath his jeans
and boxers to spread along his firm buttocks. “Please.”

He nipped her
ear lobe, laving it soothingly with his tongue when she gasped and
jumped in his arms. “I have control issues, remember?”

“Work on them
later.” She squeezed his buttocks.

He laughed,
low, deep, dark, and felt the response in the way she nestled
against him, drawn by his dominant side even if she didn’t realise
it.

“I’m not ready
yet,” he said huskily, and capturing a handful of her luxurious
blonde hair, he tugged it gently until she tilted her head back to
look up at him.

She looked like
sin and sex all rolled into one, heavy eyed with desire, lips
swollen from his kisses, eyes dark with need. Voluptuous temptation
in his arms, calling to him with a sultry, curvaceous
enticement.

“Oh no,” he
rasped, “I’m far from ready.” And he tipped her back onto the bed.
A quick yank to get the condom from his pocket and flicked onto the
bed, and then he shucked his jeans and followed her down. “Move up,
sugar, because I’m going to taste you.”

Her eyes
widened but she did as he ordered, sliding upward beneath him, her
nipples peaking hard to scrape across his chest and upwards, the
curls protecting her feminine secrets tickling along his groin and
shaft and up against his abdomen.

Tim slid lower,
his gaze never leaving hers.

Settled back
against the pillows, she licked her lips in both anticipation and
nervousness. “You’re smiling like the big, bad wolf.”

His smile grew.
“I’m about to devour Goldilocks.”

“That’s a cross
over of fairy tales.” Her breath caught as he used his palms to
spread her thighs. “I don’t think that’s allowed.”

“Luscious babe,
there’s a lot of things I’m going to do to you that’s not allowed
in any fairytale I’ve ever read,” he promised her.

Jesus, was that
growl really his voice? Whatever, it sure turned Cindy on, because
her breasts rose in aroused agitation, the pink nipples peaking
hard on the trembling globes.

Settling
between her thighs, he commanded firmly, “Bend your knees. Let me
see what treasures you have hidden here.”

She obeyed
without protest, her position now giving him full access to her
womanhood.

Tim looked his
fill, taking in the dewy curls and the sheltering lips already
slick with desire. Lowering his head, he ran the tip of his tongue
along the outer labia, teasing her with the lightest of traces,
feeling her jerk and stiffen.

Chuckling, he
blew lightly on the heated folds, enjoying the sound of her
sucked-in breath. Lifting his head, he glanced up the length of her
body to see her biting her lip, her gaze on him.

One wicked
smile, a moistening of his lips that had her eyes widening, and
then he lowered his head and licked her.

Hard.

Fast.

His tongue
stabbed in low and swiped up, pressing hard against her perineum,
sliding easily over the opening of her body, tasting her cream as
he came up and over the little clitoris sheltering high, flicking
it with his tongue.

One inhalation
and all he could smell was her arousal, and it was utterly
delicious. Nectar to a man who desired sex, loved the taste of it,
wanted it, luxuriated in it.

Nectar to a man
who was with the one woman he wanted above all others, the one
woman who suddenly made this moment, this time of intimacy, so much
more.

He wanted to
please her, really please her, drive her upwards and get the
rewards of her climax on his tongue. Drink in her orgasm and do it
all over again.

Sliding his
hands under her hips, he dragged his thumbs into the sensitive area
where her thighs met her hip, making her squirm, and he laughed
erotically as he slid his hands higher until he gripped the curves
of her hips to hold her at his mercy.

And then he
devoured her, licking deep, playing with her clitoris, teasing the
tiny little bud until it was hard and swollen, sucking the tender
flesh into his mouth carefully but firmly, flattening his tongue
against it and rubbing.

Cindy shattered
and he had to hold her hips firm as she arched on the bed and
climaxed hard. He caught the cream that came from her, literally
swallowing her orgasm, tasting her as she came, and then he wrung
another orgasm from her, refusing to let her come down from the
erotic haze into which he’d thrust her.

He worked his
tongue around the opening of her body, slipping inside, teasing
her, rolling her clitoris until she shattered again.

His shaft was
hard, the combined taste of her orgasm, the softness of her
undulating body, the sent of her arousal and her whimpers that
filled the room bringing his desire to the fore.

His shaft,
already hard, was now swollen, demanding, and his hips ached to
thrust him home into her body. Seed leaked from the tip and Tim
felt as though he’d never been harder or thicker.

He needed her,
now.

Reaching out,
he snagged the condom that he’d tossed onto the bed and ripped the
wrapper off, somehow managing to lift his hips and roll the condom
on without shifting too much. Then he moved up her body, watching
her shudder as she started to come down from the climax, and
satisfaction roiled through him.

Cindy was hot,
sexy, and all his.

He just kept
moving up until his shaft slid through her swollen labia and lodged
at the entrance to her body, and still he moved upwards, sliding in
deep and deeper still, and he didn’t stop moving until he was
lodged firmly inside her body, their groins pressed together.

It felt like
hot, sweet heaven.

She opened her
eyes hazily as he linked his fingers through hers to bring her
hands up each side of her head, burying them in the blonde tresses
that lay scattered over the pillow.

He’d meant to
say ‘Hi’ or something just as light to show how in control he was,
but what came out was “You’re mine, Cindy. All mine.” It came out
in a voice so deep and dark he almost didn’t recognise it. But he
knew it instinctively. It was the dominant side of him, an
uncovered side.

He might have
always been in control, but this dominance was something that only
this curvaceous woman brought out in him.

He was going to
claim her.

Drawing back
his hips, he thrust hard, burying deep, rewarded by her moan and
arching up into him, her hips seeking to match his rhythm.

He set a hard
pace, fast, the urgency building up inside him. Seed leaked from
the tip of his shaft, caught in the protective condom, and he
wished there was nothing between them, that his seed could coat the
walls of her spasming channel to brand her as his. His fluid inside
her, his seed.

Later. Later
that would happen, he swore to himself.

Fire burned
through his veins, pouring through his body, igniting sparks of
heat that burned down to his shaft. His scrotum pulled tight and
tighter until he was sure he couldn’t last any longer.

His shaft got
thicker and he worked to drag it through her channel, glorying in
the tight clasp as her body sought to hold him deep.

Hips pounding,
he shoved hard, wanting her so badly. The pleasure bordered on
pain, sweat dampening his body as he thrust harder, faster, feeling
the delicious tension build inside him.

A glance down
showed that Cindy was going up that erotic path with him, and he
bent down and caught those soft, swollen lips, kissing her deep,
wanting them joined in every way as the climax built.

Desire skimmed
down through his spine, coiled low, heat burning, and he could feel
it, it was so close. So very close. He could feel the power in his
muscles, the veins standing out in his biceps as he pushed upwards,
breaking the contact of their lips helplessly as he sought the
erotic pleasure that pulled at him.

Pulled at his
scrotum.

Pulled at his
mind.

Pulled at his
shaft.

And then it had
him. One last, almost brutal shove of his hips and the dam broke,
the climax crashing over him, sucking him under, and he heard her
cry as she joined him.

He had no idea
how long he’d been gone, drowsily and happily floating out in the
clouds of spent desire, but when he slowly drifted down it was to
find himself lying on his side with Cindy cradled in his arms, her
face close to his as they faced each other.

Utter peace and
contentment stole upon him. The quiet of the night was beyond the
open window, the lamp cast a soft, golden glow around the large,
comfortable bedroom, and lying in his arms was the only woman who’d
ever meant anything to him.

Life, right
now, was bloody brilliant.

Slowly Cindy
opened her eyes and the dreamy expression in them made him smile.
Oh yeah, true male satisfaction had to be acknowledged.

“Clarke,” she
murmured.

“Yeah?”

“You were worth
it.”

“Hot damn, I
was, wasn’t I?”

Her giggle was
tired and satisfied.

Yeah, life was
bloody brilliant.

Closing his
eyes, Tim drifted off to sleep with Cindy nestled against him.

~*~

To say that Tim
was a little quiet was putting it mildly. Cindy glanced towards the
kitchen doorway into the hallway. He’d woken her up during the
night with some pretty intense lovemaking session, not that she was
complaining, but when she’d gotten out of bed this morning and
headed for the shower, he’d smiled at her and…well, nothing
else.

Had she made a
huge mistake? Frowning, she poured herself a cup of coffee. Now
that they’d actually made love, was she out of his system? Oh crap,
was it what she’d feared?

Surely not.
There had been something magical in their lovemaking, something
she’d certainly never had with the Italian Stallion. But after the
intensity with which he’d made love during the night, the tender
words and warm arms that had held her, Tim had been quiet this
morning. Thoughtful.

Shaking her
head, she took a sip of coffee. She had to get a grip on things and
not read more into it.

Tim appeared in
the doorway, his hair damp from the shower and an errant lock
hanging over his brow. Seeing her, he smiled and walked over,
bending to drop a soft, lingering kiss on her lips.

She had to
secretly admit to a small amount of relief.

“Mmm,” he
murmured. “Coffee. I can drink it from your lips.”

“Okay,” she
said, “I don’t know if that’s kinky, romantic, or even a little
ick.”

Laughing, he
helped himself to a cup and perching on a stool at the kitchen
bench, he blew on the steaming liquid and watched her closely.

She could feel
the blush on her cheeks, but she met his gaze steadily.

“Well, Miss
Lawson,” he drawled, “You are a passionate little thing.”

“Well, Mr
Clarke, you’re not so bad yourself,” she drawled back.

He grinned.
“Okay, you’re hot.”

She fluttered
her eyelashes. “Why, please, do go on.”

“Only if you
want to end up flat on your back again.” His eyes twinkled. “Or on
your stomach.”

“If you’re
trying to make me shy it won’t work.”

“Tart,” he
said.

“I may be a
tart, but you came here sad to the bone, remember?”

“I’m sure
leaving wrung out.” Deftly catching the tea towel she threw at him,
he winked. “In a good way, of course.”

“Of
course.”

Silence fell on
the kitchen as they both lingered over their coffee.

Tim broke it
first. “So, where are Sam and Ruth?”

“It’s Saturday.
They don’t work on the weekend.”

He glanced at
his watch. “Unfortunately, I do. I’m on shift this morning.”

“A vet’s job is
never done?”

“Afraid not.”
Downing the last of the coffee, he got up and placed the empty cup
in the sink. “I have to go.”

“I’ll see you
off.” She stood.

Sliding an arm
around her waist, he drew her with him through the lounge and then
the hallway. Nuzzling her hair as they stood at the door, he said
softly, “Thanks for last night.”

“I think I
should be the one thanking you.” She shifted and winced slightly.
“Not that my muscles will.”

His grin was
definitely wolfish. “I plan on giving those muscles a good workout
very
often.”