Page 59 of Whisper of Love (Whisper Lake 1)

He pulled back slightly and ran his hand up her body. He cupped her breast through her shirt and used his thumb and forefinger to capture her nipple, hard and poking out through the fabric before tugging it down.

“Your body makes me crazy. You make me crazy.”

Even through her bone-crushing pleasure, a small smile touched her lips at his words. The tone he’d used made her think that he wasn’t any more in control of the words coming out of his mouth than she was. She liked that. She liked knowing that she wasn’t the only one being driven to the brink.

She was cognizant with every passing second that they were in the rental office, even though the door was locked. It actually made things so much hotter, the semipublic location.

She lifted her leg and hooked it around him. She began to grind her hips against his rock-hard muscles, the heat from his body penetrating straight through her jean shorts. It wasn’t as good as a finger or tongue but it gave her stimulation in all the right spots, raising her ecstasy levels to the point where she wasn’t quite sure how much longer she would be able to hold on.

Kade’s lips and tongue were all over the bare flesh of her chest as he cupped her breast and teased her nipple with his fingers until it had reached the point where pleasure verged on pain.

But holy mother of all that was holy, it felt something like heaven to rub up against him in that slow, circular motion as she tangled her fingers in his hair and held on to his twitching shoulders. She was certain he was going to take her where she wanted to go just like this.

That certainty was shattered, however, when Kade slid his hand around to the front of her shorts, undid the button and then slid his fingers down inside her panties and started to rub her. There was nothing that felt as good as Kade touching her, skin to skin.

He made her feel alive. Empowered. And loved.

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Kade couldn’t getenough of Ali. Touching her. Tasting her. Kissing her.

He needed her more than he needed air to breathe. There was nothing as intoxicating as hearing her moan or whimper and feeling his finger coated in her arousal. It was almost too much to take.

Her smooth skin was like butter under his hands, and now he had his hand down her pants, moving his fingertip up and down her silky wet seam over and over again as she squirmed against him.

This was it. All he wanted to do with his life. There would never be anything else in his life as good as pleasuring Ali.

He shifted the angle of his hand so he was able press his fingers into the wet heat between her legs. Her entire body clenched when he drove two digits into her. Her inner walls bore down on him so tight he thought she might just squeeze him right back out again, and then she let out a quiet, gasp that made his dick stand up.

Hearing the small, desperate sounds she made as he moved his fingers in and out of her fed into every caveman instinct that Ali brought out in him. Here she seemed completely dependent on him. The rest of the time, she was tough. Independent. Self-sufficient. He liked feeling like she needed him, and that he was doing something for her that she couldn’t do for herself.

She had the weight of the world on her shoulders and he loved being the man that made her forget about everything except feeling.

He moved his fingers faster through her silky flesh, drinking in the gasps she let out like they were water and he was a man dying of thirst. Her fingernails dug into the back of his shoulders, and he didn’t mind the pain at all. He liked it. The stinging sensation amped up his arousal.

“Oh. Yes. I’m close. Yes. Don’t stop.”

Each of her words came out in a staccato burst, punctuated by desperate little gulps of air in between. He wished he had a recording. He’d never need porn again. All he would have to do was queue that up and he’d be hard as a rock in seconds.

“Come for me,” he growled.

As soon as his words hit her ears, she cried out and tightened every muscle in her body, her arms encasing his neck like a vice as she squeezed him hard throughout every crashing wave of her orgasm. Hot juices gushed from her and coated his hand inside her panties.

When she finally quieted in his arms, still trembling a little, her hair curling up where it met her damp forehead, he pulled his hand out of her and raised it up to his face. She drew back and looked at him, puzzled.

He smiled at her, every muscle in his body sizzling with want for her, and then licked every bit of her juices from his fingers, never breaking eye contact with her for one second. When he was finished, he said simply, “You’re delicious.”

She closed her eyes for one long moment before opening them again, a new clarity and determination behind them. Now it was her turn to maintain eye contact with him as she did something incredibly sexy—she reached between them and unfastened his pants, then slid her own hand into his boxer briefs to grasp his dick.

All he could do was breathe. His mind spun. He was unable to form words, and even if he could’ve put together a coherent sentence in his brain, his throat was closed too tight with lust to be able to vocalize it.

It didn’t matter. Every bit of communication that was needed was more than handled by the energy passing between their hearts, the sparks igniting in their eyes, and the touching of their hands.

She held her hand still inside his pants, just cradling his hard shaft between her gentle fingers, and they looked into each other’s eyes and breathed hard. Kade couldn’t remember another moment in his life that had held such erotic energy, both for what it was and for what it promised.

He knew, right then and there, there wasn’t anything in the world he wouldn’t do for this woman. And not just because she had him by the balls, so to speak. He knew he couldn’t go back to the way things were. He loved her and he had a pretty good idea that she loved him, too. Whatever else was going on, they’d figure it out. Together.

He knew he couldn’t say that to her, though. Not right then, not after all she’d been through, some of it because of him. He hadn’t earned the right yet to tell her everything that he felt. So he did the next best thing. He lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers, softly and tenderly, and kissed her with everything that was in his heart. He used his kiss like a telegraph, as if every movement of his lips was his heart’s version of Morse code, tapping out a message that only she could decode.

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