Page 48 of Whisper of Love (Whisper Lake 1)

“Yes,” she whispered. Her voice was strangled now, her throat constricted by lust.

His lips moved lower down the exposed skin of her décolletage. He continued his journey along the neckline of her dress, allowing his mouth to travel over her nipples. The cotton barrier that covered them created friction as it rubbed against her hardened nubs.

As he continued his sensual journey, she felt like a stick of butter left out in the sun, melting into a glistening pool under the heat of his touch.

Using the last of the strength left in her limbs, she lifted her hands to his shoulders as he moved in to press his body up against hers.

He leaned toward her. His mouth hovered so near hers that she could feel the heat from his lips even though they weren’t quite touching.

“Does this hurt?” he whispered, his eyes drowsy and half-lidded.

She tilted her chin upward, pressing her lips to his. “Yes,” she moaned against his mouth, surrendering herself completely. When he captured her in a kiss that blew all of her fantasies out of the water, she dissolved into him. His tongue swept between her parted lips, claiming her with urgency. He navigated the recesses of her mouth with demanding mastery.

One hand wrapped around the back of her neck as the other fell to her hip. He flexed his fingers on both, tilting her neck to give him better access and pulling her hips to meet his. The material of her dress stayed in place as her thighs spread farther and her sex collided with his rock-hard erection. She rolled her hips into him and felt him throb through her damp panties.

He groaned into her mouth as they rocked against each other. They were like two puzzle pieces snapping neatly into place. She’d never experienced such an overwhelming sense of rightness before, and now she couldn’t bear the thought of losing it.

In that moment, every negative emotion she felt about Kade was washed away. That wasn’t to say those feelings wouldn’t reemerge at some point when she was thinking a little more clearly, but for the moment, they were washed away by tides of lust and arousal.

She was feeling overwhelmed, to say the least. But not the same kind of overwhelmed she’d been feeling for the last year. No, this was not the kind that made her desperate to get grounded again. It was the kind that asked her to surrender to it completely.

He kissed her with a passion, a fierceness, a barely-restrained control that made her feel protected and cherished. With Kade’s arms around her and his mouth on hers, she felt a kind of safety that she hadn’t even dared to dream might be available to her.

He was what she had craved in those dark, lonely hours of the night: a partner. Someone to stand beside her and shoulder the burden of life alongside her; someone to talk to when she wasn’t sure that she was making the right decisions, or when she was one hundred percent sure that she wasn’t.

The only dangerous part was that him being beside her to lean on was a feeling. Not a reality. And she had to remember that.

But, with his soft lips touching her, it was so. Damn. Hard.

She made a decision. Whatever disappointments lay in the future when Kade inevitably bounced, whatever isolation she would have to readjust to…those things were going to be hard as hell regardless. Doing everything in her power to keep her walls up now wouldn’t save her eventual pain. It just wouldn’t.

All it would do was rob her of fully enjoying what was shaping up to be the single most intoxicating sexual encounter she’d ever experienced. She wouldn’t have that.

So, yeah. She’d surrender herself to every good feeling that came her way for as long as this encounter lasted. She’d let it flow through her, enjoy it to the fullest. Then, when the clothes came back on, so would her self-protective armor.

That’s a good plan. Foolproof. Right?

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