Page 88 of Whisper Of Attraction (Whisper Lake 3)

Fuck. She was so responsive to him and he couldn’t get enough of it.

He moved his head over to her other nipple, and when it was firmly enveloped in his hot mouth, he felt it grow and harden against his tongue.

He loved the way her body responded to his touch. It was like an addiction, trying to provoke those responses, and he had zero desire to ever be free of that particular monkey on his back. No, this was a sweet addiction that he’d be happy to be in the grip of until the end of his days. No rehab required.

As he moved his kisses further down her taut belly, he pushed the rest of her clothes off of her sweet curves until she was wearing nothing. Her skin was covered in the moonlight that gave her that ethereal glow, and Axel was sure that he’d never seen her look more beautiful.

He loved the way she trembled at his every touch. As lovely as she looked when her muscles were still and placid, that beauty was dialed up tenfold when she shook like a falling leaf with every stroke of his fingertips.

He bent down suddenly and scooped her up into his arms. Her eyes widened and she squealed a little in surprise, which caused his gut to clench in anticipation.

Of course, it caused other parts of his body to clench, as well. But that seemed to be par for the course with her—every single thing she did caused his dick to twitch.

He leaned down and kissed her tenderly as he carried her to the bed and laid her down on it as gently as he possibly could. Even though it was a soft mattress, his protective instincts still drove him to give her the softest landing that he could provide.

As that phrase crossed his thoughts, he recognized the rightness of it.

Yeah. Give her the softest landing I can provide.

Thinking about those words in a more abstract sense made him realize that they were a pretty damn good way of expressing what he believed his new purpose in life was.

No matter what the situation, he’d do everything in his power to soften her landing. That was now his goal, every single day, forever.

When he had her fully settled on the bed, he climbed up and planted his knees between her thighs. His legs were so muscular that they spread her legs apart a little more just by their presence there, and he stopped for a moment, struck breathless by the sight of her, glistening and spread out for him.

He kissed his way down her belly even more quickly and frantically than before, the fire of his hunger stoked all the way up to a raging inferno by the sight of how wet she was. Damn, he just couldn’t wait to taste her.

As his mouth trailed closer to her core, he ran his fingertips lightly up and down her inner thighs. She moaned and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing him forward.

“Oh, God, stop teasing me,” she gasped. “I can’t take it. Please. I need to feel you.”

He looked up and met her eyes, a small, teasing half smile playing on the corner of his lips. “Well, since you said please,” he growled low in his throat, his voice husky with lust, and then he covered every soaking wet inch of her with his mouth.

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Brynn couldn’t believehow much her life had changed in such a short time. In fact, it wouldn’t have totally surprised her if her eyes popped open and she realized that all of this had been a dream. That Axel was the product of her nighttime neurons firing during REM sleep, conjuring up the perfect man to step out of her romance novels and into her backyard.

And into other places, as well.

It was just that it all seemed too good to be true. He seemed too good to be true. If she’d read about him in the pages of one of her favorite books, she would’ve swooned and wished men like him actually existed in real life, all the while mourning the fact that they didn’t.

She shifted her gaze down, watching through lust-hazy eyes as his head moved between her legs. Her hands moved in his hair, then slid down over his muscular shoulders, her fingernails digging into the strong, rippling muscles of his back.

She breathed a sigh of bone-deep contentment. Oh, no. He was real, all right. One-hundred percent real, and one-hundred percent hers. And life just didn’t get much better than that.

Her body shuddered under the movement of his tongue between her legs, the tremors picking up in speed and intensity as his strokes picked up their rhythm. Soon, her muscles were trembling so hard that it felt like she’d lost all control of them.

One of her legs flung itself up, seemingly of its own accord, and wrapped around Axel’s neck. She felt as if her body was acting on instinct, following a pattern that had been written deep in her DNA, one that directed her to one goal: to get as close to him as possible.

If she could’ve climbed up inside of him somehow, she would’ve. It didn’t matter what she had to do, everything in her being was telling her that they needed to become one, and she had to do whatever it took to make that happen.

She raised her hips to press herself tighter into his mouth and felt the increased pressure of his hot tongue on her tender flesh. It sent waves of pleasure rocketing through her body and she felt the tremulous beginnings of a climax building deep within her belly.

Cresting that peak while he still covered her most intimate parts with his mouth was a deep sort of vulnerability and she’d never been able to achieve it with anyone but him. She trusted him so completely. Even when she wasn’t sure she did, deep down she knew that was really just fear talking. Fear of what she’d be risking. But he was worth it.

And, of course, she loved him, but love was somehow not quite as rare a gift as trust. She knew how lucky she was to have both, and how lucky she was to have a man in her life that was worthy of both.

The climax that had been building deep within her core suddenly came to a head, crashing over her with waves that were too powerful to resist. They carried her away on the tide of pleasure.

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