Vet's Desire (24 page)

“Oh?” She
followed him to the door, Marty behind her.

“Yeah. Marty
thinks a gym jockie can beat soldier training when it comes to
strength and stamina. I’m going to teach him who’s boss.”

“Your first job
will be dragging him out of bed.”

“Ha ha.” Marty
ruffled her hair as he passed. “We’ll see who’s boss after
tomorrows little sweat session.”

“I’m so
sacred,” Alex murmured.

Marty punched
him in the shoulder as they walked down the steps.

Alex punched
him back, quit a lot harder, sending him staggering into some
nearby bushes.

“Shit,” said
Marty. “That was hard.”

“Just a tap,
old boy, just a tap.” Unlocking the car door, Alex grinned. “A
little taste of what you’re in for tomorrow.”

“You better be
able to back up your promises.” Marty got into the passenger
side.

“I always back
up my promises.” Alex waved to Cindy as he got into the car and
shut the door.

Smiling, she
waved back and watched as the tail lights disappeared down the
winding drive and out of sight, then she turned and re-entered the
house, locking the door behind her.

Walking into
the lounge, she saw Tim tickling Al's stomach while Al’s tiny paws
batted at his finger.

“Tough boy,”
Tim observed. “He nearly sucked the bottle to death.”

“Al loves his
milk,” she agreed, kneeling down to watch as Al rolled on the
fleece sheet between her and Tim.

“He’s
thriving.” Tim glanced up at her, his smile warm. “Thanks to
you.”

“TLC. It works
wonders.”

“So they say.”
He tickled along Al’s back, but the kitten was too occupied trying
to see around Cindy.

“He’s a sticky
beak.” Grinning, she smoothed under his chin, rewarded by the
little purr that sputtered to life.

They spent some
time playing with Al, enjoying each others company.

Every time Tim
reached past her to pick up a wandering Al and bring him back to
the safety of his fleecy sheet, Cindy caught a whiff of Tim’s
cologne. Fresh, male, it was so him, and she breathed it in
deep.

Leaning forward
on her hands to roll a small, soft ball for Al, she glanced up to
see Tim’s gaze on her ample cleavage. That sent warmth roiling
through her and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

His gaze
followed every flick of her tongue, his brown eyes darkening.

Suddenly the
atmosphere was turning from light and pleasant to something a lot
more intense.

“Maybe,” Tim
suggested huskily, “It’s time to put the baby to bed.”

Chapter
Eight

The pupils in
Cindy’s blue eyes dilated and he watched in increasing desire as
she sucked in a breath, causing her impressive bosom to swell.

Jesus, he
couldn’t wait to get her out of her clothes and have his hands and
mouth all over those luscious breasts.

“Are you sure,”
she asked a trifle breathlessly, “That you don’t want another
drink?”

“Lady, the only
drink I want is from you.” Satisfaction coursed through him as her
round cheeks with the enchanting dimples in them flushed pink.

Reaching out,
Cindy scooped Al up carefully, bringing him to her mouth to nuzzle
the top of his furry little head. “Come on, little fellow. Tim
wants to go home to bed.”

“Not quite what
I had in mind,” he said.

Her eyes were
filled with heat, but they also twinkled with a touch of devilment
as well. That was one of the things he found so fascinating about
Cindy, she was a mixture of many things - all woman, confident, a
touch of uncertainty now and again, mischief, a sense of fun, and
with a blunt honesty that attracted him.

Yeah, with
Cindy Lawson, what you saw was what you got, and Tim liked what he
saw.

Standing, she
started from the room. “I’ll put Al to bed in the kitten pen in my
bedroom. I’ll be back soon.”

Back? Tim
straightened and stretched. If she thought he was leaving, she had
another think coming. Tonight he was going to bed the luscious
Cindy babe. Yep, he was going to bed her and make love to her until
neither of them could think straight.

Maybe he should
have another drink to make sure he was well hydrated, shore up his
reserves.

Grinning, he
had another glass of apple juice, checked that all the doors were
locked, and then he went upstairs.

Following the
sound of Cindy’s voice, he went down the corridor and came to a
stop at her bedroom door. She was talking to Al as she settled him
for the night but even though Tim leaned against the wall just out
of sight, he was disappointed that she didn’t at least mention his
name to the furry baby.

But the night
was young. By the time he finished with her, she was going to be
screaming his name.

Grinning to
himself, Tim brushed some of Al’s baby fur off his shirt. Nothing
wrong with a little confidence in ones prowess.

“Now go to
sleep,” Cindy instructed the kitten. “I’ll be up in a couple of
hours to feed you again.”

Sure she’d be
up, because Tim didn’t intend for her to actually go to sleep for
quite awhile.

Leaning one
shoulder against the wall, he crossed his ankles and folded his
arms, waiting for her to exit the bedroom.

Cindy walked
out, saw him so close and jumped. “Cripes!”

“Hey,” he
drawled with deceptive casualness.

“Hey yourself.”
She eyed him closely.

She looked so
damned yummy that he wanted to eat her up. Her dress came halfway
down her thighs in total disregard for her plump legs which many
large women would try and hide, but not his Cindy, no sir. She
dressed how she pleased and that was a huge turn-on for him.

But he just
knew that even if she was shy about her weight, he’d still want
her.

Cindy being so
confident just made seduction a lot more fun.

“So.” His gaze
ran leisurely over her generous curves. “There are a few issues we
need to sort out.”

“Oh?” Her
expression was wary.

“Yeah. Tonight
you were a bad girl.”

Her brows rose.
“Really?”

“Oh yeah. A
very
bad girl.”

The corner of
her lips twitched. “If this is your seduction technique, Clarke,
you’re going to have to work harder.”

It was his turn
to raise his brows in mock surprise. “My, you do have a mouth on
you, Lawson.”

“All the better
to suck you with, honey.”

He nearly
choked.

She smirked.
Hands on hips, one of those angled out cockily, she practically
oozed daring.

Recovering
himself, Tim managed to maintain a stern expression. “Playing with
your brother was not on my agenda.”

“It was your
toe, wasn’t it?”

“Not meant for
your brother.”

“If it’s just
your toe you meant for me, I’m disappointed.”

“Oh, sugar.” He
straightened up. “Trust me, it’s more than that I have planned for
you.”

“Good,
otherwise I’d have to toss you out my door and go looking elsewhere
for…” Moving closer to him, she ran one finger down his bicep,
leaving a heated trail in her wake. “Satisfaction.”

Hoo boy, she
was burning him up. “Trust me, I’m gonna spoil you for anyone
else.”

“I hope so.”
Eyes twinkling, she tapped his chest. “Because if you’re self
promotion is anything like you, I’m going to be disappointed.”

Tim looked down
at his t-shirt. Yep, he had on his sad cartoon hound with
Sad to
the Bone
printed around it. Not seduction material. Glancing
up, he grinned crookedly. “I forgot to wear my ‘Hot to Trot’
shirt.”

“Did you maybe
think that coming to my door with your sad dog shirt might make me
feel sorry for you?”

“It wasn’t in
the plan, but thinking about it now, would it have helped?”

“Not at all.”
Sliding her hand beneath the hem of his t-shirt, she hooked a
finger in the waistband of his jeans. “So, Mr Discipline, got
anything worth showing me?”

Oh boy, did he
just. Smiling darkly, he rested his hand on her hip and slid it
around to her bottom, cupping and squeezing it before administering
a light smack on the curve of one buttock.

Her eyes
darkened even more as she breathed, “Spanking, Mr Clarke? I
suspected you might be little kinky, going by the rumours I’ve
heard, but I had some doubts.”

“And now?” He
rubbed the just-smacked bottom with slow, firm sweeps of his
hand.

Thick, black
lashes swept down to hide her eyes. “I’m having doubts about my
doubts.”

Dipping his
head, he placed his mouth to her ear and inhaled deeply of her
scent, closing his eyes as all sorts of warmth swept through his
senses at just her closeness and scent combined. “So how far do you
want to go, Cindy?”

“How long do
you want to play before we get hot and sweaty?”

Seriously, he
was going to come in his jeans any second. “Don’t you mean down and
dirty?”

“Dirty, down,
hot, sweaty - why worry about words?” Turning her head, she brushed
her lips along his, breathing hotly against the sensitive skin of
his lips and making heat skitter through his veins. “I’m feeling a
rather interesting bulge against my innocent little body. How long
can you last?”

Not much
longer…not that he’d admit it. “As long as you need, sugar.”

“Really?” A
flick of her fingers had his jeans unsnapped. “Really, Clarke?” He
angled his hips back enough to allow her fingers to glide the zip
of the jeans open and had to clench his jaw against a groan when
those dexterous fingers slid inside to cup his rigid length through
his boxers. “I’m feeling a little wetness at the tip, Tim.” Her
breath was hotly damp now, and she flicked her tongue along the
seam of his lips. “Now what could that mean?” Her thumb brushed the
tip of his shaft through his boxers.

He nearly blew
his load right then and there, but desperately maintaining control,
he grabbed her wrist. “I think Mr Discipline should be in
charge.”

Her laugh was
low, seductive and teasing. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And I’ve
decided that discipline can wait.” So saying, he grabbed her
shoulders, whirling and pinning her to the wall as he pressed in
against her, his lips taking hers.

Those lush lips
had beckoned to him from the second she’d moistened them with her
tongue. He licked along the seam, feeling the texture of the silky
skin before demanding entry, sweeping inside when she obeyed
without hesitation. She was sweeter than honey and he had to have
her essence, licking deep, demanding more with his mouth even as
his hips thrust against hers, her every soft curve a perfect match
for his harder, leaner body.

Not enough.
Never enough.

Blood coursing
through his veins in a hot rush, he turned her from the wall and
used his body to crowd her back into the bedroom. A quick glance
over her shoulder showed him where the big bed was, and now, with
his course in mind, he traced the side of her neck with his mouth,
nipping and sucking lightly, his hands already pulling the straps
of the dress from her shoulders to lie at her elbows, her bodice
following as he pulled it down quickly and expertly to lie around
her waist.

The bed at the
backs of her knees brought them to a halt, and she shoved the
t-shirt up and over his head. Tim obligingly raised his arms so
that she could pull it free and toss it aside.

Now he could
get a good eyeful of her magnificent bosom in a lacy bra,
reinforced with expertise to look both sexy while supporting the
generous globes. Purple lace with a pink flowered pattern, no doubt
bought from a top end lingerie shop overseas.

God bless top
end lingerie shops.

He wondered if
her panties matched, and just the thought of that lace cupping her
delicious mystery of womanhood had his head swimming and his blood
pounding in his ears.

Hooking his
thumbs in the dress, he slid it down over her hips to pool at her
feet before stepping back to see if his little fantasy might be
true.

Oh Jesus,
purple satin sprinkled with a pink flowered pattern hid her
secrets. His mouth went dry. This pair that Cindy wore wasn’t a
sexy little thong or brief little scrap of almost nothing. This was
a pair of short, flowing, satiny boxers, only so much more fragile
and feminine. They flowed around the tops of her thighs, purple
lace brushing the tender skin where her bottom cheeks swelled
out.

His gaze
travelled up slowly, taking in every curve, every dip and swell,
his gaze going higher, and with every curve and swell he passed,
his shaft grew harder, thicker, longer.

Cindy Lawson
was all woman, all curves, all softness and everything a
red-blooded man could possibly fantasize about.

His
fantasy.

He met her
gaze. Standing there in all her glory, the purple panties and bra
an open proclamation of a love and desire to wear pretty things,
she looked every inch a confident woman, sure of herself. Until he
caught a faint flicker in her eyes, a brief hesitation, a slight
pink hint in her cheeks.

The fleeting
show of uncertainty and self consciousness was gone as fast as it
had appeared, and she angled her chin up slightly, once more the
confident woman.

But that hint
of vulnerability just caught at his heart, made him want to never
see that uncertainty again, made him ache to show her how hot she
was, how beautiful, how much her body turned him on.

“My fantasy.”
His voice was dark, sensuous, he could hear it, and he knew she did
as well by the darkening of her eyes and the little smile that
curled those luscious, plump lips.

One step
forward and he was against her, chest to breasts, indulging himself
with the tickle of lace as her bra pressed into him.

Holding her
gaze, he reached around and unsnapped the bra, sliding the straps
down her shoulders and arms, freeing her breasts so that the only
thing holding the cups on her was his chest against her
breasts.