Book Two – Appointment with Pleasure series
When it comes to passion, there are no rules…
She wasn’t supposed to hunger for him. Tim Bellamy was off-limits to Catherine, a high-priced call girl with an uneasy past. Indulging in his raw desire shouldn’t have happened, especially at a District party attended by the nation’s elite. Tim doesn’t know she works for the agency. If he did… That’s not something Catherine wants to confess. Drowning in his strength and heat, aching to see him again, she keeps her secret.
From old wealth, Tim has never met anyone quite like Catherine. Exotic, elegant, earthy, she’s the best of all worlds. Their evenings are sensual delights where voyeurism, bondage and a growing bond satisfy carnal needs and stir something deep within…until he stumbles upon the truth.
Shaken by her lies, Tim needs to prove the depth of Catherine’s lust and yearning once and for all. For him, their erotic adventure has only begun…
“The same as before, sir?” the server asked.
Ignoring the young man, Tim stepped closer to the stairs, his face lifted to the young woman on the landing. He was vaguely aware of the party sounds fading, the steady drone of too many inane conversations and music drifting away, leaving only the rapid thumping of his pulse.
More importantly, was she alone?
Tim hoped to god she was. Rarely had he witnessed anyone as…amazing. A better description eluded him. Seeing her on the stairs, framed in the chandelier’s light like an erotic vision, had stolen his ability to think and put his body into overdrive. His skin actually tingled. Hell, his mouth was so dry he couldn’t swallow.
When was the last time that had happened with any woman since Fantine?
His one misstep and regret a long time ago in Paris.
A time he refused to think about now. Dismissing the past, he concentrated on this young woman. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties and was tall, five-nine or so without her heels. Tim caught a glimpse of them through the side slit in her gown. That baby was fucking awesome, the Maserati of dresses.
Of a coppery color, the fabric hugged her ripe breasts and the sweet flare of her hips. From where Tim stood, he could see that only a thin strap on each of her shoulders held the damn thing up, which bared them and her back, where the straps appeared to crisscross and the gown dipped to her waist. The chandelier’s light rained down, making the dress’s tiny beads glimmer, while also bringing out the reddish highlights in her dark brown hair. Wavy and glossy, that mane reached past her bare shoulders, her skin a delicious tawny shade, complementing her dress and features.
She was either a Latina or possibly a mixture of Caucasian and African-American. Her light eyes—blue or green—were indicative of her European ancestors. Her complexion and luscious mouth spoke of a more diverse past. To say she was lovely didn’t begin to define her allure. Exotic might work. Sensuous and sultry also came to mind.
With no effort at all, Tim smiled even as the rest of him remained frozen in awe.
She regarded him for a long moment, a bit of uncertainty flickering across her glorious features.
Why? Did his smile look odd? Too predatory? Did she really think any sane man could regard her in another way? Or was the problem something else…who she’d arrived with? A jealous boyfriend, or worse, a possessive husband.
Cautious, Tim checked her hands. She wasn’t wearing a wedding band, engagement ring or any ring for that matter. Her only jewelry was dangling earrings. The diamonds glittered in the light, drizzling pinpoints of color on her skin.
A group of women approached from the right and moved past her down the stairs. Two were senators, one the wife of a well-known oil baron, the last three lobbyists, the same as him.
The women chattered and laughed on their way to the foyer. Minutes before, Tim would have acknowledged them with a smile or a nod no matter how bored he’d been. That lassitude had evolved into such quick desire and interest, he was afraid they’d notice his hard-on. If his cock stiffened more than it already had, he’d be in serious pain.
He studied the young woman, imagining her shameless kisses, eager mouth and exploring hands. Her slender fingers would get rid of his clothing quickly, ripping it from him if need be.
Once he was nude, he’d encourage her to crawl all over him, tasting his throat, belly, groin, touching all of his good parts too. Obedient to his desires, she’d lavish most of her attention on his cock, holding it in fascination, testing the weight of his balls in her palm.
Her touch wouldn’t be too light or too rough, but precisely what he required.
Unable to help himself, he stepped closer. The tip of his left shoe hit the bottom stair, its tiny tap lost beneath the party’s noise that began to intrude. Others moved into the expansive foyer, laughing, conversing, debating hot-button issues that they’d never agree on. In the grand reception hall, the pianist played Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, reaching the piece’s crescendo.
On those vibrant, wild notes, she descended, her gown fluttering around her long legs.
Images of them flooded Tim’s mind, her creamy flesh exposed to his sight, touch, taste. He pictured his mouth pressed to her furry mound and soft folds, so heated and damp, ready for his tongue and cock.
Bursts of heat spread from his groin to his thighs and chest, both energizing and weakening him. A freaking bizarre combination, like having the urge to jog during a heart attack. Taking a full breath became too much of an effort. All he could do was wait as she negotiated the staircase one slow step at a time. Her unhurried pace seemed deliberate, as though she wanted to keep him in suspense, see how much he desired her.
Was there any doubt? He was still here, wasn’t he?
Beads of lights from her sparkly gown danced over the gold-and-red stairway runner. A small purse, also copper, dangled from a dainty chain on her right shoulder. Gershwin’s tune reached another apex. Behind Tim, two men argued about a recent bill one of them thought shouldn’t have been passed.
At last, she stopped a step above him and smiled…almost as if she couldn’t help herself.
Tim gave her his most unvarnished grin, not wanting to question her initial hesitation. Having her this close was good enough, for the moment. The fragrance she wore was elegant and fragile, though not by too much. Beneath the floral tones, he detected a hint of musk, a heady blend that was ideal, seemingly made for her alone. He was absurdly pleased her eyes were green, a startlingly beautiful shade fringed with long, dark lashes. With no delay, he offered his hand to help her down the final step.
She accepted the courtesy as though they’d known each other forever. Her fingers curled around his, her palm achingly soft and hot.
It was a damn miracle his wasn’t sweating. He squeezed her hand gently. She stroked his thumb in acknowledgement that also held what appeared to be approval. A good sign. A woman in love with another guy or one who feared her man’s possessiveness didn’t behave like this.
Emboldened, Tim leaned closer and murmured, “Hi.”
Her smile softened at his greeting, confirming it hadn’t sounded nearly as unglued as he felt.
She tilted her face to their joined hands. “Hi.”
Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.