Page 81 of Whisper of Surrender (Whisper Lake 2)

When her need reached critical mass, she sat up and breathlessly asked, “Can I move yet?”

“Touch yourself.”

“What?”

His eyes lowered down to where their bodies were intimately joined. “Touch yourself.”

She trailed her fingers down his chiseled chest on their way to his appointed destination. Her gaze stayed trained on Ethan’s face as she watched him watch her. Seeing the way he looked at her emboldened her and she spread her thighs farther apart as she slid her finger between her lips and began rubbing her swollen, sensitized nub.

She set the rhythm that she knew would bring her to climax the fastest and when she did, her body began milking him.

“Fuck, that’s hot,” he groaned as he gripped her hips tighter.

That was all it took for her to go up and over the edge. She tried to stay as still as possible as wave after wave of release enveloped her.

When the last spasm rocked through her and she drifted back to the present she opened her eyes and saw Ethan staring back at her.

“Did you…”

He let out a small chuckle. “Yeah.”

“Good.” She smiled as she snuggled into her favorite position, lying her head on his shoulder.

With his good arm he ran his hand up and down her thigh and it was as if nothing else existed. It was just the two of them. She held onto him, clinging to the moment. She thought about telling him how she felt but decided that she didn’t want the bubble they were floating in to burst.

If she could stop time, this would be the second she chose to freeze. She didn’t know what their future held, or even what was going to happen tomorrow, but right now, everything was right in the world.

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