Vet's Desire (11 page)

With no one
around to see her, she could do as she liked.

The song ended
and another up-beat song started. Grabbing the broom in the corner,
she held onto it as she shimmied and spun, using the broom as a
substitute partner. It wasn’t much, but who cared? She was having
fun.

Downing the
last of the juice, she spun, placed the glass on the sink and spun
around again, only to shriek in shock as she found herself face to
face with Tim.

He plucked the
broom from her hand, slid one arm around her waist, took her other
hand in his and pulled her in close. Arching his brow, he asked,
“May I cut in?”

“Tim?” Her
heart beat fast. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

“I knocked on
the front door and when there was no answer, I came around the
back.” His eyes twinkled. “And what did I see? A luscious babe
dancing all by herself. That’s a crime.”

The warmth of
his body seeped through her t-shirt and she smiled up at him in
amusement. “My hero, come to rescue poor little lonely me.”

“A hero, that’s
me.” And with that, Tim swept her into a fast moving dance that had
her laughing.

He spun her
around, snatched her close, spun her out again and danced with a
dexterity to match her own. They moved fast to the beat, finding a
natural rhythm in each other’s movements that had them both
breathless and laughing out loud.

Around the
kitchen they went, moving close and apart, grabbing a hand, then
releasing it, going through two more upbeat songs before a slow
song started playing.

Tim drew her
into his arms and she leaned against him as they both laughed and
panted, catching their breaths even as they continued to move
slowly around the kitchen.

“Great dancer,”
Cindy said.

“Great
partner,” he replied.

“Great
music.”

“Great
day.”

“It’s not bad,”
she agreed, resting her cheek on his shoulder as they moved lazily
around in circles. “Where did you learn to dance?”

“Let’s just say
mother didn’t want me to embarrass her in front of her friends at
parties.”

“She isn’t into
boogying.”

“Nope.”

Closing her
eyes, she relaxed against him.

They moved
slowly and as her breathing evened out, she felt a slight change in
the atmosphere, a sudden awareness of the man holding her, a
realisation of whom she was resting against, and there was a
definite hardening against her belly that made her eyes open.

That erection
wasn’t anything to do with her anatomy.

Lifting her
head, she looked up to find Tim gazing down at her with hot
intensity, the light brown of his eyes darkening with desire.

He stopped
moving and her skirt swayed against their legs before growing still
as they looked at each other.

“Tim,” she
began a little tremulously, unsure of what she was seeing, not
quite able to believe that Tim Clarke, playboy vet, was actually
attracted to her.

She just wasn’t
the sort of woman he pursued.

At least,
that’s what she’d thought before he started looking at her with
desire in his eyes and absolute proof pressed against her
belly.

A nervous lick
of her lips had his gaze zeroing in on her mouth, and he lowered
his head.

All Cindy could
do was stare up at him as he came closer…and closer…and then he was
there, his lashes sweeping down to cover the heat of his eyes, but
there was no doubting the heat of his kiss.

He took her,
plain and simple, his lips on hers, his tongue tracing the seam of
her lips in an undeniable demand to allow him entrance.

All she could
do was open to him, and immediately he dominated her, his tongue
sweeping in to plunder the depths, his hands at her waist and
shoulders holding her so close that they were pressed together from
chest to knees.

And then just
when she thought he couldn’t be any more masterful, his hand at her
shoulder tangled in her hair and he angled her head expertly,
smoothly, firmly without hurting her, positioning her so he could
take total advantage of her mouth.

He plundered
her mouth like a pirate of old, taking over, complete control.

Making her
knees so damned weak all she could do was grab onto his shirt and
hold on.

Sweet God have
mercy, she’d never been kissed like this before, and she’d had
quite a few kisses in the past. But no man had ever taken such
total control while ensuring she had as much pleasure as he was
taking.

Tim did like
kissing and he did it expertly, tasting her, licking deep, taking
her essence without mercy and leaving her gasping for more.

She wasn’t even
aware that he’d backed her across the room until her bottom hit the
table behind her. It partly brought her to her senses, but before
she could get a grasp on her swimming senses, one of his hands was
on her bottom, his palm spanning one buttock, and in several
skilled moves, he had her skirt up around her waist and his palm
sliding under the waistband of her panties. The calloused skin on
his palm was flat against her derriere, and all she could do was
press closer as his hand print seemed to burn into her suddenly
highly sensitized flesh.

Her nipples
pebbled, pressing against his chest, and she couldn’t help but hook
one leg around his, tilting her pelvis so that she could feel his
hard thigh slide between her softer, rounder ones.

“Oh yeah,
luscious babe,” he murmured, rubbing his thigh against her intimate
heat. “You feel so good.”

Her blood
seemed to bubble with erotic heat, burning through her and
spreading a tingle from his palm on her bottom through to her
feminine secrets. She could feel herself getting damp, invisible
strings plucking deep inside her as his other hand released her
hair and came around to cup her throat, his thumb under her chin
tilting her head back as he released her mouth so that he could
look down into her eyes.

Pure, unbridled
passion darkened his cheeks, making his eyes glitter almost
hedonistically, and in that second he had the stamp of a man
determined to have the object of his desire.

Her.

Panting a
little, she could only close her eyes in anticipation as he lowered
his head again, his lips feathering lightly against the corner of
her mouth, but when she turned her head, blindly seeking his mouth
and its hot, damp secrets, he chuckled darkly and evaded her.

No sooner had
she opened her eyes to moan her disappointment than she could only
bite her lip as his mouth, that dark, magic, wicked mouth, found
her pulse and pressed a kiss there before he laved it roughly with
his tongue, working the skin, pressing the flat of his tongue
against the pulse and whirling the roughness against her skin.

And then he
fastened his mouth on her and sucked, shooting flames of liquid
heat to the apex of her thighs.

With his mouth
at her throat and his hard thigh pressed against her, all hardness
against sensitivity, she could only press closer, trying to
wriggle, and then she nearly exploded when his other hand slid
beneath the waistband of her panties, unerringly gliding through
the curls that protected her secrets and beyond, over her mound and
down, those long, skilled fingers trailing a burning path between
her sheltering labia and downward, ever downward, wickedly brushing
her clitoris, pushing against it and making her arch up and whimper
before they moved onward relentlessly, slipping through damp folds
and further, further, and then he was there, one finger pushing at
the entrance to her body before sliding unerringly into her
sheath.

She nearly fell
apart then and there. Her blood rushed through her, roaring in her
ears, tingling with fire that licked through her body as he played
her.

Dimly she felt
him leave her throat and then his mouth claimed hers again. He took
her mouth as his finger thrust deep and withdrew before pushing
deep again. And then he turned his hand, hooking his finger and
dragging backwards, and she almost exploded then and there.

Caught up in
prurience, she dimly felt his finger leave her, and even as she
whimpered her desperation she felt his hands at her waist, heard
his voice hot at her ear giving instructions she couldn’t remember
but obeyed.

A little hop on
her part, his hands at her waist lifting at the same time, and then
she was sitting on the edge of the table. She didn’t know where her
panties had gone, all she knew was that Tim was between her spread
thighs, his eyes hot as he looked down at her, and her arms were
wrapped around his neck.

Taking
something from his back pocket and tossing it onto the table beside
her, he unzipped his jeans and pushed them down, his boxers
following to bunch at his knees. Moving forward, he caught her
mouth while taking her arms from his neck and positioning them back
on the table, bending over her, crowding her backwards so that she
rested on her elbows.

He pushed her
t-shirt up, exposing her bra, and without pause he flicked the
clasp open, pushing the white lace aside so that her breasts were
freed. Without hesitation he moved downward, taking one nipple in
deep and sucking firmly, making her tip her head back and gasp for
air as that delicious heat surged through her again.

She couldn’t
think, couldn’t manage anything except to feel him, his clean, male
scent teasing her senses with every ragged breath she took, the
calluses on his hands scraping languidly along her sides as he
feasted on her breasts.

And sweet
mercy, his hard thighs between her own, spreading her legs further
apart, his hardness pressed between them.

Restlessly,
caught up in carnal heat, she lifted her legs, rubbing her thighs
against the outside of his, pressing herself unashamedly against
him.

His mouth was
on her stomach, his tongue dipping into her belly button, and she
shuddered, flying higher.

As though
sensing how close to the edge she was, Tim lifted his head, looking
up the length of her body with hot eyes, and then he straightened,
keeping one hand low on her belly as he did so. Reaching to the
side, he picked up the object he’d tossed there earlier and brought
it to his mouth, catching the edge of it between strong, white
teeth and ripping it open. Taking the condom out, he rolled it over
his shaft, and now she could see how thick he was, how long, and
she wanted him in her - now.

“Stay there,”
he commanded huskily. “Right there.” One hand on her belly, one
encircling his shaft, guiding him as he looked down to watch.

Watched her as
his shaft caressed her curls, saw her secrets as the thick head of
his shaft parted her labia, pushing between the sensitive flesh to
probe deeper. His cheeks were flushed with sexual heat, his eyes
glittering as he looked up at her at the exact moment his shaft
notched itself at the entrance to her body.

He caught her
gaze, held it, demanded she look at him as she lounged wantonly
back on her elbows, her body spread for his pleasure, waiting for
him to bring her to the heights of ecstasy she had no doubt he
would do.

“Cindy.” Her
name was a throaty growl in the air.

His hips
flexed, drew back and then thrust forward, seating himself deep
inside her, so deep that his groin was pressed against hers. He was
so thick he had to push inside, and that made her shudder more as
the muscles in her sheath spasmed and clamped tight around the
invading shaft.

His groan was
low and blissful, and he bowed down over her, pushing and pushing,
his hands on the table at her sides before he shifted, pulling out
and pushing back in, his movements hard and demanding.

It wasn’t
enough and she wriggled, wanting more, wanting it fast, wanting it
hard, wanting him. “Tim,” she moaned huskily, “Please.”

Strong hands
clamped onto her hips, fingers holding her tightly as he adjusted
his stance, the movement with him still inside her making electric
sparks shoot through her sheath and up into her lower abdomen.

Tim started to
move, his hips thrusting powerfully, the muscles in his arms
flexing as he gripped her, holding her for his pleasure and hers,
working inside her in a single-minded determination to reach
ecstasy.

Never having
been taken in such a manner before, dominated, in fact, Cindy
revelled in what he gave her, tremors inside her bubbling up to
burst into erotic little volcanoes, sending her blood firing
through her body, her very being straining upwards.

Lifting her
legs, she gripped his hips with her thighs, and his pleasure was
there to see plainly on his face, his eyes glittering, and then he
moved suddenly, releasing her hips to come over her, his hands
sliding beneath her back to lift her up into a sitting
position.

He would have
slid out of her with the sudden position change if he hadn’t
manoeuvred her so expertly, sliding her even closer so that they
were belly to belly, his shaft able to thrust deep as she balanced
on the edge of the table, having to rely solely on his strength to
keep her in place.

The new
position allowed him to take her mouth, and she couldn’t help it,
sinking back onto one hand and having him follow her, his growl of
displeasure only heightening her own senses, especially when he
nipped her throat in punishment, only to lave it roughly with his
tongue seconds lately.

His hips
pounded harder, deeper, dragging against her inner muscles which
spasmed, seeking to hold on to him as he invaded her, plundering
her body deeply and giving her such erotic pleasure she thought
she’d surely explode with the concupiscence of it.

One hand at her
bottom clutching her tightly, the other in her hair as he kissed
her hard, both hands holding her to his satisfaction as he fed
their combined desire, the strength in his lean body more than
she’d realised, the feel of his muscles flexing against her only
adding to the eroticism of the moment.