Page 51 of Whisper of Surrender (Whisper Lake 2)

Once she’d learned to tell her partners what she wanted, she’d had good sex, great sex, a couple of blow-your-socks-off encounters. But this was different. This was more than just the physical, but damn if the physical hadn’t just blown her metaphorical socks off. She was torn between wanting to demand he give her the pleasure that her body was craving or letting this play out and see where it went.

Her decision was made when his hips rolled into hers, and she felt the evidence of his arousal pushing against her belly. Desperation flooded her as she threaded her fingers in his hair and did her best to guide him to one of her pert, taut nipples. But the stubborn man didn’t budge, not even a little.

If she wasn’t mistaken, she felt his lips tug up in a smile.

Her fingers that had been raking through his silky hair, curled into fists. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, but remember, payback is a bitch.”

With that declaration, she found her feet being lifted up off the ground and she was set, rather abruptly, on the round wooden table in the middle of the hotel room. Her eyes shut at the momentum of sensations bombarding her as she reclined back.

At that moment she felt a thrilling combination of vulnerable and empowered. Exposed and sheltered. Defenseless and protected, both physically and emotionally.

It was amazing and terrifying. The questions that she’d been keeping at bay infiltrated her mind.

What came after this?

What were the rules of their “relationship” after they went back to Whisper Lake?

How was she going to survive living in such close proximity to a man that she knew could make her body feel like this and not break into his house and wait for him in his bed naked?

He’d chosen her to be his girlfriend because she didn’t like him. But she did like him. She more than liked him.

She was still wrestling with her thoughts when she noticed that since Ethan had laid her down, he hadn’t touched her. She opened her eyes and saw that he was standing between her parted legs gazing down at her.

“What?” Her tone was sharper than she’d intended it to be.

He didn’t seem to notice or care that she’d snapped at him. “I was just waiting for you to come back to me.”

Well, damn. Him saying things like that didn’t help the emotional barricade she needed to double reinforce around her heart. But right now, the way he was looking at her had her lady parts smothering any self-protection that was trying to surface.

“I’m back,” she whispered.

“Good.” The smug smile on his face didn’t even bother her. For once she didn’t want to slap it off of him. She just wanted him.

He began closing the distance between them, and she expected him to kiss her, but instead, his hands moved to each side of her, and he pressed his palms down on the surface of the table as he lowered his body so that he was hovering just above her. His eyes never left hers as his face stilled just above her breasts.

The heat of his breath fanned over her bare chest and her nipples puckered with need.

A soft whimper fell from her lips and she was at the point that she was ready to beg, plead for him to suck her, lick her, touch her. And usually, she’d have no problem doing that, but a little voice in the back of her head was telling her that she might enjoy the experience more if she kept her mouth shut. So she bit her tongue. Literally, she had the sucker between her teeth.

And holy shit was she glad she did. She would never have suggested what he proceeded to do.

Instead of kissing, licking, sucking, pinching or rubbing her nipples, he teased them in a different way. His chin, covered with a five o’clock shadow, brushed the tip of her puckered bud. The prickly stubble grazed her sensitive nub and sent all kinds of sensations shooting down between her legs.

He repeated the motion on her other breast and when he did, her back arched up off the flat surface of the table. That’s when she felt the heat of his palm spread on the bare skin of her belly, securing her in place.

Their eyes were still locked as he tilted his head and rubbed his whiskered cheek against her nipple. The bristly sensation combined with the visual of what he was doing was making her inner walls clench, and her panties wet. As her breaths came in shallow pants, her belly moved up and down in a faster pace beneath Ethan’s touch.

Just when she thought it couldn’t feel any better, get any more erotic, his tongue appeared between his lips, and he licked each of her taut nipples that were begging for his attention.

A soft cry fell from her lips when his own lips covered the dark pink halo of soft skin surrounding her pebble-hard tips and sucked. She just about came right then and there. Her lids slammed shut as her fingers clutched the edges of the round table and she did her best to hold her body still and just surrender to his tantalizing expertise.

It wasn’t as easy as it might sound. Every instinct in her was screaming to demand that he strip, jimmy up, and put her out of the sweet, punishing misery that this decades-long build up was finally reaching.

She opened her eyes and saw from the amused grin on his face that her internal turmoil was not lost on him, and he was actually enjoying watching her wrestle with overwhelming desire. She stored his amusement in the back of her mind; she’d given him fair warning that turnabout was fair play.

He took his sweet time exploring her body and the resolve to let him keep thinking he was in control dissolved when she saw the twinkle in his eye. She wanted more, and she wanted it now.

Spreading her legs farther apart, she slid her hand between her legs and pulled her panties to the side. His eyes shot down to her exposed sex. She trailed her other hand over her hip and dipped her fingers between her legs. The tip of her finger had barely skimmed her swollen clit when he caught her wrist, and his eyes shot to her.

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