Vet's Desire (34 page)

“Yeah, luscious
babe?”

“You really
told everyone, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did.”
The supreme satisfaction in his voice had her giggling.

“You do know
you’ll have to face everyone at work?”

“Yep.”

“And your Mum
will know.”

“Yep.”

“And?”

“Don’t care.
I’ve got you.”

“Mike and Rick
will know.”

“Shit.” He
shrugged. “Okay, not panicking. Nope, still don’t care.”

Leaning back in
his arms, she looked up at him, her love feeling as though it was
going to overwhelm her. “I love you, Tim.”

“I love you.”
He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

She wanted him
so much, his love, his scent, his body, his soul. “Come on.”
Stepping back, she tugged on his t-shirt. “I’m hungry.”

“What?” His
brows shot up in surprise. “You want to go out?
Now?
”

“No.” She
smiled sultrily. “I promised myself some dessert the other night.
Tonight’s the night.”

He looked
blankly at her for several seconds before his eyes darkened. “Oh,
yeah, now I remember. I like the sound of that.”

He made to go
past her, but she grabbed his hand. “Wait a minute.”

“What?”

“You have to
follow me.” Moving forward, she threw over her shoulder, “I’ve got
total control over dessert.”

“Really?”
Amusement tinged with heat swirled through his tone. “I’m
game.”

“Really?” She
grinned wickedly at him. “Hold that thought, playboy.”

~*~

The bedroom was
swathed in shadows, the lamp she clicked on as they entered casting
softness on the furnishings.

Cindy led him
to the big bed, turning to face him with her hand held out.

He raised a
brow.

“Condom.”

“My aim is to
please.” He deftly plucked the little foil packet from his pocket
and placed it in her hands.

It was her turn
to arch a brow. “So sure I’d give in to you that you brought a
condom?”

“Like I said,
boy scout.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Tim.”

“Okay, let’s
just say I was hopeful.” He flashed a grin.

She tried to
look stern but failed, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of
laughter and heat.

Tossing the
condom on the bedside table, she proceeded to slowly circle him.
“You’re a bad boy, Tim.”

“Oh, baby, you
have no idea.” His hands went to the snap on his jeans.

“You made me
wait to hear from you.” She was behind him now, he could feel her
warmth as she leaned forward, the brush of her breasts against his
back, but when he started to turn she slid her fingers into the
back of his jeans. “Don’t.”

Stilling, he
waited, half holding his breath, partly amused but also partly
aroused.

“Take off your
shirt.” Cindy spoke softly.

He obeyed,
tossing it aside easily.

“Nice.” She ran
a finger down his spine, making it tingle. “Now the jeans.”

“Quite the
little dominatrix,” he mused, sounding calm but feeling totally the
opposite. In fact, his heart was starting to pound and the tingle
from her nails scratching lightly down his spine was joined by a
spark of heat when those nails trailed lower, following his
descending jeans to cup one taut buttock.

“Nice again.”
She breathed it in his ear as his jeans fell to his ankles. “Now
the boxers.”

Shucking them
took a matter of seconds.

Curious and
aroused, he glanced over his shoulder but she’d already shifted,
coming around his other side. He turned his head to see her sit on
the bed. Lazily she leaned back on her elbows, her gaze sliding
slowly over him, leaving a hot trail he swore he could feel.

Shaft
hardening, he reached for her.

“Oh no.” She
held up one finger. “Stay right there, playboy.”

“Cindy-”

“I’m in control
this time.” Her eyes glittered in the dim light. “Remember?”

“How about next
time-” Bent over her, he froze when her hand wrapped firmly around
his erection and slid smoothly up the length.

He nearly blew
a load right then and there. Jesus, the sensation of her palm
around his shaft was mind blowing.

Cindy stood
slowly, sliding her length up his, softness to lean strength, her
hand cupping his erection. Looking up at him, she breathed, “Lie on
the bed. On your back. Hands above your head.”

It said a lot
for his condition that he obeyed. God, he couldn’t wait. He felt
like a sacrifice laid out for her as he settled on the smooth
cover, his arms above his head, hands partially open.

Standing at the
end of the bed, she slowly undid the buttons on the front of her
dress while running her gaze leisurely down his length. “Spread
your legs.”

“Keep up that
tone and look,” he rasped, “And I won’t be responsible for what
happens next.”

Her flash of
teeth was pure wickedness. “Like a bit of bossiness, do you?”

“Only from
you.” And that was the ever lovin’ truth.

Tim liked being
in control, and the thought of a woman telling him what to do in
the bed was not a turn on - expect when it came to Cindy Lawson.
Luscious Cindy with her wicked smile and glittering eyes.

The dress fell
back off her shoulders and she stood clad in her lacy bra and
satiny, feminine boxers. This time they were red as sin.

Sweet mercy,”
he muttered, his shaft jerking and straining up towards his belly
at just the sight of her. “How about we play Bondage Pete next
time?”

Resting one
knee on the bed, she smiled lazily. “Oh, honey, this isn’t bondage.
For that I’d have to tie your hands up.”

“Not bloody
likely.”

“I’m telling
you right now.” Her voice was soft but there was a glint in her
eyes as she started moving up the bed, her luscious curves shown to
full advantage in the red satin. “You shift those hands just once
and you’ll be finishing the job I’m about to start yourself.”

“Not in this
lifetime.”

Arching a brow,
she stopped moving.

“Okay, just
this once,” he allowed, his hands already turning to grip the cover
without him even realising it.

He could hear
his own breathlessness. Seriously, no woman had ever turned him on
like Cindy did, she made him feel like he could hammer a hole in a
chunk of wood with his dick, he was so hard from just her look and
scent, and the wicked smile she had, and when she licked her lips
and moved slowly up between his legs, oh sweet mercy, he had to
fight the urge to grab her, throw her to her back beneath him and
pound into her.

“Not having
naughty thoughts, are you?” She moved further up, the nails of one
hand scraping up the inside of his knee.

His vision
blurred for several delicious seconds, but then a flash of silver
had his eyes almost popping in delight. “You’re still wearing your
stilettos?”

She winked.

“Oh my God.”
How hot was that? How sexy?

Kneeling on the
bed, she placed her hands each side of his thighs and slowly
lowered herself, sliding back, giving him a good view of her
generous breasts before she settled herself between his thighs, her
shoulders above his groin as she languidly reached for his
erection, curling her fingers around it and bringing the tip back
level with her lips.

Her lips were
so moist, glossy with her lipstick, and then she smiled up at him
and licked the head of his shaft.

Sweet heaven!
Colours burst behind his eyes and his hips arched upward helplessly
as fire swelled in a delicious ball from his shaft to his scrotum
and back, leaving hungry trails of need coiling low through his
belly.

When nothing
more happened, he came to with a panting sound which oh, how apt,
was actually him.

“Hold on,
honey,” Cindy purred, and placing her lips on the very end of his
shaft, she slid her mouth down, his length disappearing into moist,
hot heat.

Sensation
burst, his scrotum tightening as her mouth worked him wickedly,
sucking and nibbling, her tongue licking the head, the sensitive
underside of his shaft, over the tip and before once again she
engulfed him in her mouth.

Head pressed
back into the pillows, Tim gritted his teeth, the only part of his
brain working in the distance warning him not to reach for her, not
to let go of the bedcovers or she’d do what she threatened, and by
God, there was no way he was finishing this glorious stunt she’d
started.

Fire in his
veins, pouring out to smoulder his nerve endings. Shivers of
delight, shudders of ecstasy, but when his seed started to come,
when his orgasm was upon him, she stopped.

“Cindy!” he
gasped. “Cindy, no!”

A slide up his
body, satin on his skin, a hot, open-mouthed kiss, but when he
reached for her she laughed low and throatily and slid back down,
her luscious curves fuel to an already raging fire.

And then she
was there, her mouth on him, working him harder, higher, her lips
searing on his skin, her tongue a hot lash that whipped his carnal
heat higher until he exploded, his seed spurting forth.

She milked him,
swallowed, her mouth like magic, throwing him out into a fiery
inferno that seemed to go on and on as her mouth drove him up and
over into the shattering heat.

He didn’t know
what happened, when his eruption had stopped, when she’d released
him, but by the time he finally opened his eyes enough to catch a
glimpse, it was to find her lying beside him with her head propped
up on her hand.

“Hi,” she said
lazily, and licked her lips. “Yum.”

“Jesus,” he
said, feeling his shaft stir. “Wait a minute.”

She laughed,
genuine pleasure on her face.

“Just a minute.
Or two.” He closed his eyes. “Maybe three or four.”

“How about we
give it ten?” She moved beside him.

Reaching out
quickly, he dropped his arm over her waist, too wrung out to do
anything else but growl, “Don’t move.” At least he liked to think
it was a manly growl, but in all likelihood it was a weak gasp.

Cool fingers
smoothed down his arm, the touch soothing rather than erotic. “Poor
baby. Was I too rough?”

“Yeah. Oh God,
yeah.” He smiled. A giggle greeted this, and he opened one eye to
look at her. “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Hmm?” She
looked innocently at him.

As if a
luscious woman wearing red satin undies and silver stilettos could
look innocent. “You look like sex personified.”

“I think that’s
a Mike word.”

“Sex?”

“Personified.”

“I’ve been
hanging out with him too much. Next thing I’ll be calling you a
lady instead of my luscious babe.”

“But aren’t you
glad I’m not a lady?” Teasingly, her nails dragged lightly over his
abdomen, causing his muscles to twitch and tighten.

“Oh, you’re a
lady all right.” He felt himself come to life again and it wasn’t
just his ardour. Tiredness vanishing, he opened both eyes and moved
fast, rolling a squealing Cindy beneath him and covering her face
in kisses. “My wicked, naughty, sexy lady.”

She giggled and
struggled. “Wait! Wait!”

“What?” He
nipped and nuzzled her ear.

“I have to take
off the stilettos-“

“No way,
luscious babe, they stay on.” His hand dipped to the waistband of
her satin boxers. “These, however…”

“I could
scratch you with the heels-”

“Injuries in
the line of duty.” Catching her hands, he held them in the tangle
of her blonde hair which was now scattered across the pillow.

“Duty?” She
pouted. “Is that all I am?”

“Oh, luscious
babe, you are much more than duty.” Heat still burned in his veins,
but looking down at her beneath him, so soft and pretty and
mischievous, he felt contentment sweep underneath the heat. “You’re
everything I desire.”

She stopped the
playful struggling, her breaths coming deep and a little unevenly
as she looked gravely up at him. “Really?”

“Oh yeah.
You’re my desire. My every desire come to life.”

“Oh, Tim.” She
practically melted beneath him.

“Of course, I’m
not going to inherit lots of wealth. I do have some money.” He
raised his brows consideringly. “A fair bit, in fact. But not as
much as I would have gained later down the track.” He lowered his
gaze to meet her soft blue eyes. “I’ll have to work hard, be a kept
man even.”

“You’ll have to
work hard,” she agreed seriously.

“I better get
started then.”

“Think you can
keep up with me?”

His grin was
pure wickedness. “A challenge!”

She squealed,
her bra went flying, her girly boxers followed, but the stilettos
stayed on.

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