Page 63 of Whisper of Temptation (Whisper Lake 4)

The water washed over them with a pulsing heat. Austin’s gaze hungrily roamed up and down Sara’s body, marveling at the way the water ran down in rivulets between her breasts, turned her skin dewy and slick, and darkened her hair into a shining sheet of pure cobalt.

Damn. He knew he’d never get enough of her. Of seeing all of the new ways she could be beautiful.

As he stood, his gaze desperately scanned her from head to toe, wanting to memorize every inch of her body, she had other plans. She dropped to her knees in front of him and grasped his cock firmly in her hand.

“Time to kiss the ring,” she teased.

“Oh, fuck,” he gritted out as her tongue darted out of her plump, red lips to lick the tip of his dick. She slid her lips over his shaft, sliding her hands around to grip his ass as she engulfed him fully, all the way to the base.

She held that position for a moment, applying light suction and swirling her tongue around him. Just when he’d reached the point where he couldn’t stand that sweet torture one moment longer, she started moving her mouth up and down, sucking him in long, graceful, steady strokes.

He wanted to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes shut, and surrender himself to the raging sensation—but he didn’t. He resisted that impulse for one simple reason. He did not want to tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight of her shiny lips wrapped around his steel shaft, moving up and down, as water and steam created the perfect erotic backdrop for the image. He couldn’t imagine ever seeing anything sexier.

Of course, he knew that would only hold true until he saw the next sexy thing she did. But damn, he sure as hell was going to enjoy this one while it lasted.

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Sara moved hermouth along Austin’s hard length, making her movements intentionally slow and languid. She loved the feeling of him sliding in and out of her mouth, sliding against her tongue. The pressure and friction caused her sex to pulse and ache with need. She took her time sucking, licking, and mimicking what she wanted him to do to her body.

When she lifted her gaze and found him watching her, the pulse and ache intensified. She held herself back from what she really wanted to do, which was frantically devour him. The look in his eyes told her how much he was enjoying watching her explore every inch of him. She wasn’t just giving him a blowjob, she was making love to him with her mouth, and he knew it. With each pass of her tongue and lips, his dick swelled.

His reaction made her slow down and pay closer attention to the small details of what was transpiring between them. She loved all the new layers she saw when she looked deeper.

For instance, she loved the way his muscles were not just rock hard and strong under her fingertips as she ran them over his hot, slick, shower-wet skin. No, now she saw the subtle differences in the contours of the muscles of his chest, his twelve-pack, his ass. Each was strong and steely, but in its own way, and she loved exploring his body.

She also loved the tiny reactions, the little twitches she found she could cause with just the slightest change in touch. The tiniest change in rhythm, either speeding or slowing of her tongue, caused his muscles to bunch and tighten and his fingers to flex in her hair. She discovered she could play him like a violin, and she liked the beautiful music they were making together.

She drew back from him a bit, freeing her mouth just long enough to moan, “Every second, you’re getting a little harder in my mouth. I love it.” He groaned at her words, but she didn’t have time to bask in the glow because she was already back to work, sucking for all she was worth, up and down his hard, delicious shaft.

“Fuck,” he gasped. “Stand up. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

She looked up into his eyes and knew she wanted all of him. Moving her mouth away again, she replied, “I don’t mind.”

A primal growl ripped from his chest. “Fuck, baby, don’t say things like that when I’m trying not to come.”

He reached down and pulled her to her feet. His thick fingers encircled her arms. Commanding power radiated from him as he pulled her up. She felt like a ragdoll in his dominating hands, and she liked that sensation a lot.

She liked it even more when he planted his hands firmly around her waist and turned her around to face the wall. That made a rush of heat flow from the top of her head all the way to the tips of her toes—with a significant stop off between her legs.

His hot breath fanned down her neck as he asked, “Is this okay?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “I love it when you take control.”

He leaned down over her, and she luxuriated in the sensation of his hard, rippling muscles pressed up against the length of her back. “Then you’re gonna love this a lot, because I think you know, I like to drive.”

That same heat rushed through her again at his words, and this time it settled in her core and stayed there. She purred with satisfaction and wriggled her backside up against his hard length, pushing her body more tightly against his.

“Just one second, baby,” he promised. She turned and watched over her shoulder as he reached his hand out past the shower curtain and then drew it back in now grasping a condom. He grinned at her look of surprise. “I’m prepared. I’ve stashed them in lots of interesting places. Just in case.”

She laughed. Wow. She just couldn’t get over how good it felt to laugh with Austin when they were hooking up. To joke, and play, and bond on that level—as well as the intense, frantic, erotic chemistry they also shared.

“Would you think it was weird if I told you that of all the things I think are so incredibly hot and sexy about you, the fact you take time to plan ahead is one of the very hottest? I swear. You wouldn’t believe how wet that just made me.”

Her tone had been light and teasing—although, to be honest, there was some truth under the joke. But she saw the hunger darken in his now emerald-green eyes when she mentioned how wet she was, and suddenly all the lighthearted fun she’d just been feeling disappeared. It was replaced with the all-consuming desire for him to find out how wet he’d just made her.

He ripped open the condom and rolled it on. She turned and placed her hands against the tile wall, planting her feet firmly on the wet shower floor and bracing herself. However, she soon realized she needn’t have worried about holding herself up. Keeping herself safe. It was Austin. Of course she didn’t. He always took care of her.

He slid his strong forearm under her belly, holding her in place with a firmness that was unquestionable. It didn’t matter that they were in the shower. It didn’t matter that the tile of the wall and the fiberglass of the stall floor were wet and slippery, as was their skin. None of that mattered at all. When she felt Austin’s strong arm encircle her and prop her up, she knew he’d never let her fall. She would’ve bet her life on that. Austin Stone would never let her fall.

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