Touching Scars(40)

He reached up and ran his hand through his hair, tugging at the ends, the way he usually did when he was frustrated. “I don’t really have a reason, Kat. I just enjoy being around you.”

His eyes were moving all over my face as if they were searching for something. The air between us changed from light and carefree to thick and heavy, with what I could only pinpoint as heat in this already too warm Texas air. Timber took a step towards me, and I took a step back. My movement caused him to raise an eyebrow at me. He moved again and I did the same. A few more steps and my back touched a cool brick wall. I hadn’t noticed before but we had somehow maneuvered ourselves into an alley between the pharmacy and the pizza shop that was surprisingly quiet for a Friday evening.

I looked up into Timber’s eyes. I swore I’d never seen hunger like I saw in his glare. “What are we doing, Timber?”

“Not sure, but it’s feelin’ right and I’m goin’ with it.” His voice turned gruff and deep.

I didn’t stand at chance at responding, because all of a sudden his mouth descended on mine. This wasn’t the sweet soft kiss that we shared a couple of weeks ago. No, this was aggressive and brutal. I was certain my lips would be bruised, and I didn’t care. All the air left my lungs as he pressed my body into the rough brick. I felt my exposed shoulders being scratched by the jagged edges. Timber pushed his tongue against my lips, demanding entrance. He didn’t have to push too hard as I was feeling just as hungry as he was. My mouth parted and he dove in, tasting every inch of me. He licked, sucked, bit, and nibbled my lips and tongue.

When he pulled back slightly, I gasped for air. Timber didn’t even take a moment to breathe. He saw my neck wide open for the taking when I lifted my head to breathe in the humid air and he bent his head to gently lick me. Somehow, in this godforsaken heat, he caused goosebumps to rise all over my body. I was overheated and had to squeeze my legs together to stifle the desire I felt pooling at my core. While his mouth was at my neck I heard his deep chuckle rumble out of his chest.

“You like what I’m doing to you, Kat?”

His mouth continued its assault on my sweat-covered body. He’d moved even further down and his mouth was now working the skin at the edge of my black tank top. He nipped at the tops of my breasts and I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me. His hands had been firmly holding me by my hips, but were now wrapping tightly around me and his large hands were palming my ass. He’d pulled me up against him and I could feel exactly what I was doing to him. His cock was pushing up against my stomach and I wanted to cry because it was sitting higher than where I needed him to be. Grabbing his hair roughly, I pulled his head back up and looked at him. His blue eyes were almost completely swallowed by the black of his pupils. My hands were still holding his head in place when he gave me the most devilish smile I’d ever seen. It made my grasp weaken and he took advantage, putting his mouth back on mine, this time a bit more tenderly. Timber used his teeth and tugged at my lower lip before releasing it and speaking against my mouth.

“What do you want?”

I couldn’t speak. My heart was beating so erratically that I couldn’t form words even if I wanted to. And even if I could, would I? I’d not felt desire like this since… well, never.

Adam had made sure that I wouldn’t ever be normal again when it came to any sort of sexual experiences. I’d been touched by a man since Adam and it had made me cringe. I wasn’t cringing now, though. Oh no, I was ready to spread myself open and let Timber take me any way that he wanted. He made me forget that I hated a man’s hands on my body. He made me needy for his touch.

I craved Timber’s hands. I wasn’t even sure how that was possible when he’d hardly touched me to begin with. Except, over the past week, I’d been waking up from dreams that were so vivid that I’d be soaking wet between my legs and on the verge of orgasm. Each night, Timber was bringing me pleasure and I would be on the brink of explosion when all of a sudden Adam’s voice would penetrate the dream. I’d woken up shaking in fear. My body would be so tightly wound because it was ready for that release, but my mind wouldn’t let it finish the job. I was needy and terrified at the same time. Even now, the very thought of Adam weaseling his way in between Timber and I made me want to puke.

Timber broke my thoughts when he snapped his fingers in front of my face and said, “Kat baby, are you okay? Where’d you go?”

My voice came out shaky and raspy. “Huh? Why’d you stop?”

He looked absolutely confused. “What do you mean, why’d I stop? Kat, you just shoved me away and told me to never touch you again.”