Chapter Fifty Three

She leaned even closer, making sure to crush her breast against his chest so he was sure about exactly what she was offering. "Who said I want you to stop at just kissing me?" she asked, her eyes glittering from the lights... Daring him... Seducing him....

She moved her arms from his waist to his neck and pulled his head down to hers. She kissed him passionately, hungrily. Like she had the night they met at bar. Remembering that, remembering how that night had turned out, he pulled back. “Are you sure you really want to do this?”

She chuckled. “What are you so worried about?”

The truth was that he was the one who was worried. Worried that it would be harder for him to let her go if he didn't stop kissing her. She had already done enough to him....not on purpose... But he could barely stop thinking about her. He wanted her to be with him. He wanted a real relationship... A family... Kids.

Kids? Dear god! His mind was wandering. And it was such a shame that he wanted all of this with a woman who didn't want him just as much. Hell, he was sure that she wasn't ready for any of the things he wanted and he knew that if he asked again, she'd say no.

“I... I don't know,” he said. “I just don't want either of us to get hurt”

She shook her head, but she studied his face for a moment…like she was looking for something. Like she was trying to see how much he wanted her…And in case she didn’t see it, he showed her. He leaned down and kissed her again with all the passion he felt for her. His merciless mouth came down on hers and she was lost.

His mouth was hard—and inexpressibly delicious. Chloe's head fell back as her mind spun out, leaving her dizzy and weak. He held her jaw in his strong hand—guiding her lips with his. He did not seduce, caress. He took. He demanded. He possessed. And Chloe’s body burst into flame after flame of sensation. It was as if her body spoke to his in its own ancient language, and she could neither control it nor understand it. She felt hot, and then cold. Timothy deepened the kiss, playing with her tongue, her lips. Her hands crept up to the warm cotton of his shirt, then pressed against the planes of his chest. He made a slight sound of encouragement, or passion, as his powerful arm wrapped around her hips and pushed her up against the length of his body..

She could feel him from head to toe, pressed hard against her, imprinting himself, his taste, into her senses. She was insane with the feel of him—the glory and the terror.

“Oh the way you make me feel, Chloe” he growled, breaking away for only a moment.

Chloe stared at him, dazed. And then once again his mouth took hers, slanting to get a better, sweeter fit, and Chloe ached. Her breasts ached as she pressed against the implacable strength of his chest. Her belly ached, and she pulsed with heat between her legs before she finally pulled away.

"I want you, Tim. Let's go someplace... My place... Yours... Anywhere. As long as we can be together tonight" she said, her chest heaving.

"Your place" Timothy replied huskily. "Your place is fine. I can get someone to come pick up my car. Let's go."

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They barely made it inside the house before Timothy pulled her into his arms, taking her mouth into a hot kiss. She returned his kiss with fervor, twining her arms around his neck and pulling him closer. There wasn’t any part of her that he didn’t want to touch, kiss, lick and thoroughly enjoy. He couldn’t thank her enough for agreeing to this. Dragging his mouth from her lips, he suckled her neck, his hands going flat on her back before he unzipped her dress.

“Oh damn, Chloe” he whispered the moment his fingers moved along her bare skin.

She shocked and pleased him immensely by pressing a hand between their bodies and finding his rigid erection before unzipping his pants. “Yes, Tim.” she whispered back hotly.

He was hard and hot in her hands. When her slim fingers wrapped around his thick cock, Timothy sighed with pleasure, while the persistent hum of arousal grew in the pit of her stomach. After unzipping his pants and freeing his erection, she’d closed her eyes to savor the feel of him and the wonder of this moment. She was actually doing this, and she was enjoying it so damn much. Opening her eyes, Chloe glanced down to see her hands on him. Their skin tones were different, hers lighter, his darker. Her fingers seemed too small against his length and width, yet she jerked him slowly, sliding her fingers from the base of his cock until her thumb brushed over the tip.

Timothy sucked in a breath and groaned, “Do that again, Chloe. Do it again. Please.”

She did, but not because he said so, but because she liked it, too. His skin felt silky and the sound of his groan rubbed along the most primal part of her. The part that enjoyed the power she had at this moment.

“I thought about…this.” she said. "So many damn times"

“You thought about jerking me off until I came in your hands.” His voice was low but deep.

Her fingers stilled over his tip, feeling the first drops of warm moisture and she nodded.

“I thought about you, too, Chloe.... A lot. I thought about more than taking your mouth in a hot-as-hell kiss.” As if to punctuate that statement he cupped her cheeks and pressed his lips to hers. The kiss was chaste for only a second, before his tongue pushed through the barrier of her lips, tangling instantly with hers until she was breathless.

“I thought about getting my hands on you,” he continued when his mouth was moving over the soft skin of her jaw.

Chloe continued stroking him while tilting her neck back so he could have better access. Just minutes before they left the party, Chloe had had a few drinks, but now it felt as if she needed another drink. Anything to cool the heat that was soaring through her at this moment.

“Harder, Chloe, honey. Stroke me harder.” Timothy said huskily.