Chapter Fifty Four

He was pumping into her hand as his tongue trailed a hot path down her skin.

“Yeah, like that,” he groaned and nipped the skin of her collarbone with his teeth. "Just like that baby. Don’t stop"

Chloe shivered and clenched her teeth as she fought to hold in the moan of pleasure that soared through her body. This was just sex. It wasn’t some epiphany that would change the way she viewed relationships or even how she felt about Timothy. It wouldn't change him leaving or anything else but oh God she didn't want to stop. Couldn't even if she wanted to. She needed his clothes off and moved her hands from his rigid length up to his chest. When she was about to push his jacket over his shoulders, his hands stopped her and Chloe looked up to find his gaze on hers. Before she could speak he scooped her up, carrying her through the doors and into the bedroom.

While he took his time laying her down on the bed, his hands moved furiously to remove her dress. Chloe was just about to lift her leg to remove her shoes when he said, “Leave them.” She shivered, this time from a chill and the way he was staring at her with such raw hunger. For a moment Chloe thought she might have gone too far.

Was she really going to do this?

“You are so perfect. You have no idea just how beautiful you are” He sounded as if he were in awe, his voice running like warm oil along every nerve in her body.

She propped herself up on her elbows and dragged her legs onto the bed slowly until the spiked heel of her shoe dug into the cream-colored silk duvet. With her eyes locked on his, Chloe let her knees fall apart and reveled in the quick hiss of breath he expelled before the guttural curse that followed.

If nothing else, Timothy Kavell Packard was damn good for her ego. He looked at her as if she were the only woman in the world—no, as if she were the only woman in the world he wanted. That want was apparent in his eyes, which had grown darker than their usual color. His lips thinned as his tongue snaked out to ease over them. He looked hungry and she felt as if she were sitting on a sterling-silver tray, offering herself to him.

Timothy snatched his jacket off. His fingers moved lightning fast over the bow tie and buttons of his shirt, until his chest was bare and it was Chloe’s turn to lick her lips at the delectable specimen standing before her.

“I’ve been wondering what this moment would finally feel like.”

Why did his voice arouse her this way? He was just a man talking as men sometimes did during sex. It should not have sent shivers down her spine or caused her thighs to tremble. But it did..

Chloe had already undone the buckle of his pants so all he had to do was push them and his boxers down his toned legs. He paused to look at her. "Please tell me you have condoms"

“I have some,” she told him before reaching for the drawer beside her bed. She withdrew a condom box, opened it and began ripping one packet from the others. While he finished removing his pants, boxers and shoes, Chloe tore open the condom packet and tossed the plastic to the side. She was just about to sit up so that she could put the condom on him, when Timothy stood at the end of the bed. Her fingers paused over the latex while she soaked in every gorgeous inch of his body. In the dimness of the room—there was only light from the small lamp near the window she’d forgotten to turn off when she left—he looked like a chocolate Adonis. Every part of his body was perfectly sculpted, from the bulging biceps and pectoral muscles to his tapered waist and beautiful erection, which jutted forward as if it, too, were glad this moment had finally arrived. But even with all that, Chloe's eyes went right back to his shoulders.She definitely had a thing for good strong shoulders on a man.

“Tonight, you can have whatever you want, Chloe.”

Like he could read her mind, Timothy reached out to take one of her ankles in his hand. She had no idea what he was about to do but didn’t really give a damn as long as he buried his long cock deep inside her as soon as humanly possible. Timothy lifted that leg until it was extended straight into the air. He kissed her ankle and rubbed his hand up her bare calf. The closer his fingers came to her inner thigh, Chloe’s fingers trembled and she almost dropped the condom she’d forgotten she was holding. He inched higher until his fingers touched the tender folds of her pussy, easing through them to find that she was already slick with need.

“Is this for me?” he asked, and Chloe had to gulp hard before she could form a coherent response.

“Tonight,” she whispered.

For a moment Timothy looked as if he wanted to say something else, but he nodded instead. He dragged two fingers down her slit, back and forth until the sound of her arousal mixing with the motion echoed in the room. She gasped because a single touch had never made her this edgy and needy before. Chloe wanted to jump up and wrap her legs around him. She wanted him inside her. Now!

With that thought, she rose and reached for him. Timothy was faster. He grasped her wrists, stopping her from touching him.

“We don’t have to rush, baby,” he said. “I want to take my time with you, Chloe. I want you to remember every second of this night.”

Chloe shook her head. “I want it now. Hot and fast.”

He did not immediately respond and in those quiet seconds Chloe realized she ached enough to beg. But, oh, how she prayed she wouldn’t have to. Every higher deity in the universe must have heard her prayer because in the next seconds Timothy slipped the condom from her fingers and sheathed his thick length. He pushed her back onto the bed and lifted both her ankles to rest on his shoulders.