Timothy York froze for a moment.
In the time since Yara Keats had returned, last night was the first time they had spent the night together.
And she had said it was the best night's sleep she'd had.
Timothy York was silent for a long moment.
"So, I got a taste and now I'm greedy for more..." Summer Thorne said. "I want to experience that again."
The moment she finished speaking, Timothy York suddenly swept her up into his arms.
Summer Thorne let out a small gasp, then couldn't help but lean into his embrace and laugh.
Back in the bedroom, Timothy York placed Summer Thorne on the bed. He had intended to change and take a shower first, but Summer tugged on his tie, pulling him down and meeting him with a kiss.
She was rarely this passionate and forward.
Timothy York didn't—couldn't—refuse.
It had been a long time since the two of them had shared a moment of such intense intimacy.
From top to bottom.
From outside to in.
He drank in every last trace of her scent.
