Page 15 of Dirty Whispers

I shove the coffee table out of the way with my foot, then kneel in front of her. She helps me hitch her dress up, then stares into my eyes as I slip off her panties. Parting her silky white thighs, I reach under her ass, tilting her so that her bare pussy is at the perfect angle for me.

Staring at her softest skin, I want to burn the image into my mind. My palms run along her smooth inner thighs, slowly spreading her wider. She bites her bottom lip, then nods at my raised eyebrow.

"So delicate and gorgeous," I mutter. Leaning forward, I part her folds gently with my thumbs, stroking gently, as I dance the tip of my tongue along her skin. Her hand lands on my shoulder, and I look up to see her staring at me in disbelief.

"Try to relax, darlin'. Just let me know what you like."

Harper seems beyond words, simply nodding.

Her skin is sweet, as if it's melting against my tongue. Lapping slowly through her crease, I explore, meander, taking my time with my precious girl. My fingertips trace her opening gently, and I see her belly fluttering. Her clit swells, slightly peeking out as if begging for my attention. I drape one of her legs over my shoulders, then dig in, feasting on her sweetness.

Her sweet juices flood my tongue, and her soft, shaky moans fill my ears. It's bliss.

"Let it all go." My urging sounds more like a command. "Just breathe, baby. Let it happen."

Her thighs tremble around me as she nods, one hand winding into my hair. The thick blunt end of my middle finger nudges inside as I tease her clit with my tongue. I can sense that she has questions, but all that tumbles from her lips are indistinct soft cries of pleasure.

Knowing that I'm her first fills me with a deep sense of purpose. Not just her first. I want to be her only. Want this beautiful woman to fall in love with me.

I flatten my tongue against her throbbing button, working it hard as I spread her open with two fingers. Harper gasps loudly, shaking as her mouth falls open. She hangs onto my hair for dear life as her body arches, the force of her climax quivering through every muscle.

"Perfect," I growl, lapping up more of her nectar. Then I lick my fingers clean and lean back contentedly. "Best dessert of my life."

I sit back on the couch, snuggling her in my arms as she pulls her dress back down. "Griffin," she whispers. "That was…"

"A wonderful end to our night?" I kiss the top of her head. "Agreed. Except I still need to drive you home and kiss you for an inappropriate length of time at your front door."

I know that Harper is studying communications. Yet despite her brilliant mind, she's never going to be able to understand how many words are conveyed in her sweet little smile.

9

HARPER

There have been a few times in life when my brain has felt so full, like a mug with coffee right to the edge, that one small tilt will send it everywhere.

Like when I've been studying for exams. Every time I've had to move and organize everything into yet another tiny, lousy apartment. Book reports. At the end of a project, doing the final proofread.

This is so much more.

After spending most of the day at Fran's Diner, jotting down the town news as people chat, I drive to Valley Automotive. When I pull in, I see a group of men standing and sitting in lawn chairs in front of the open garage door of the shop area. Before I can even open my car door, Griffin is there to open it for me and take my hand.

"Hey, baby."

I love that he kisses me in front of everyone. It doesn't feel like a performance. It feels like he honestly missed me, even after just one day. Which is completely illogical. Human beings don't form connections this fast. There's no evidence-based research to suggest this. Yet it feels completely real.

"Do you want to meet everyone?" he asks brightly, as if he's excited to show me off.

"Sure."

Griffin squeezes my hand gently. "You see that elderly man in the black shirt?"

He looks slightly familiar, but I can't quite place him. "Yes."

"That's Spencer Wolfe. His son, Carver, is the guy we saw in the truck the other day."

"And Carver is Jonah's dad?"

"Yeah. Carver has two other sons, Josh, and Jace. Spencer's dad, Adler Wolfe, built this town. His cousin and best friend was my great-grandfather, Aiden Dirty."

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