His hand curved around her bottom and she tilted her hips up to rub against the rod in his pants and he felt a little lightheaded, probably because every drop of blood was heading south. He reluctantly released her lips and his eyes locked squarely on hers, he lifted his hands and cupped her nape. Slowly his right thumb drifted over her lips, as if memorizing their texture.

"Damm. I have been wanting to do this for a while now" he breathed, almost to himself. And the depth of feeling in his voice made Chloe's heart twist for a completely different reason.

Dangerous reasons.

"Timothy…" she began.

"Shh. No talking....