Page 52 of Whisper of Temptation (Whisper Lake 4)

He stood stock-still, stunned by her body, muscles frozen as his eyes raked over her. He saw her squirm and looked up into her eyes. He saw vulnerability there, but also trust. He loved that combination.

She sat halfway up, resting on her elbows. “So I think it’s your turn to lose the clothes,” need threaded her voice, a small grin pulling at the edges of her mouth.

He smiled languidly. No way was he letting her take control of this encounter. This was his show. He shook his head. “I’m driving. Remember?”

She closed her eyes, and he watched ecstasy visibly wash through her, and it hit him square in the chest. She was so smart, so strong, so capable. She’d obviously been taking care of everyone in her life for so long that she was in desperate need of someone to take care of her, to see to her every need. He was sure as hell going to be that person for her. Even if only for tonight. Even if that’s all he had. He was going to make the most of it. He was going to take damn good care of her.

He dropped to his knees in front of her and spread her legs before covering her glistening mound with his hot mouth, running his tongue up and down her slick wetness. He groaned against her flesh. Fuck. She tasted like honey. He could never get tired of devouring her sweetness.

He worked her with his tongue, increasing the pressure as the rhythm of her movements got more and more frantic. He paid special attention to the ever-hardening nub at the top of her slit, flicking and suckling it with alternating speed and pressure, every movement perfectly calibrated to the reactions he was getting from her body. This was all about her—all about her pleasure, and all about her release. Part of taking care of her needs was making sure she felt comfortable and relaxed, sure—but another huge part of it was making sure her world was rocked when she came, that it rattled her soul and blew her mind.

He knew he was about to accomplish that goal when she knotted her fingers in his hair to the point of pain, her back arched, and her moans began to verge on screams. Knowing she was close, he pushed her over the edge of oblivion by simultaneously slipping two fingers inside her with one hand and sliding the other up her torso to her breast to roll her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Her inner walls milked him while he kept up the motion and pressure with his tongue and mouth, never breaking the rhythm on her clit.

A hoarse cry ripped from her throat, and her entire body tensed and then spasmed with release. Austin continued to use his mouth to bring her pleasure. He couldn’t help the pride that rose inside him as her body jerked with arousal. He loved knowing he was the one who’d sent those electric sensations thundering through her body.

While she was still reeling from her climax, eyes pressed shut and fingers desperately clutching the pillow around her head, Austin rose and stripped out of his clothes in record time. He was seized with the sudden need to be closer to her. He wanted to be pressed against her, skin to skin, along the entire lengths of their bodies as he plunged himself inside her.

Austin stripped off his jeans and slipped a condom out of his back pocket where he had tucked it earlier in the hopes he might have a need for it. He ripped it open with his teeth and rolled it on before climbing onto the bed and crawled up toward her. She was just starting to come back to her senses, lifting her head and looking at him with softly glazed eyes.

He smiled to himself. Perfect timing.

“Hi,” he whispered.

A slow, lazy, satisfied grin spread across her face. “Hi,” she whispered back, holding her arms out to him, open in invitation.

Damn, he was so ready for this. He’d never wanted anything as much as he wanted this.

He positioned himself over her and groaned when she slipped her hand between their bodies, grasped his cock firmly in her hand and moved him to her opening. Fuck. The feeling of her fingers wrapped around his dick, even through the condom, was life-altering. Nothing he’d ever felt before—not even coming itself—felt as deeply erotic and satisfying as the simple touch of Sara’s fingers around his shaft for the first time.

His body shook with need to drive into her tight opening.

Before plunging into her wet warmth, however, he paused to look into her eyes for a moment. He felt unspoken communication and energy passing between them as they held each other’s gazes. He’d never believed in soul mates, there being one person who was your perfect match, or Zodiac signs and horoscopes. No, he trusted things he could see. Things he could prove. But in that moment, he would’ve sworn that what they shared, the connection, was spiritual. Mystical, even. The one thing he had no doubt about was that it was powerful as hell.

He lowered his lips to hers and slipped his tongue inside her mouth, exploring and kissing with increased fervor. With each pass of his tongue against hers, the intensity in their connection increased. Their bodies began to find a rhythm together, and he thrust himself into her. She cried out, and since they were still locked in a passionate kiss, he felt the vibrations of her exclamation through his mouth and tongue at the same instant it hit his ears.

Primal need roared in him, and his balls tightened with release. For a moment, he was afraid he might lose it. Seeing the arousal and pleasure that he was causing in Sara while he simultaneously felt it, heard it, and tasted it was causing an animalistic urge to build.

He pulled back a little, just far and long enough to groan, “Sara. You feel so good. I’ll try to go slow, but I’m not sure that I can.”

“Don’t,” she moaned in response. Her inner muscles clamped tightly around his shaft. “Please, don’t go slow.”

That was all he needed to hear. Sweat formed on the back of his neck as he started to pump in and out of her at a steady and ever-increasing pace, moving in sync with each other, their heartbeats speeding up together to beat in time with the rhythm their bodies were creating.

Finally, he felt her body clenching around his, and he knew that he could let go. He had, once again, achieved his goal of taking care of her first. She was wrapped around him, muscles tight and tingling with yet another orgasm, and he could now release himself to come as well.

When his senses finally returned from having the hottest, most earth-shattering release of his life, Austin collapsed back onto the bed. He pulled Sara on top of his chest, and she snuggled in as if she’d been made to fit there. Which he was starting to believe she was.

He ran his fingers through her hair and tried to think of the words to say to express what that had been, what it had meant to him. It had been more than sex. It had been more than two people enjoying each other’s bodies. But before he could articulate what he wanted to say, he heard the soft sound of her breathing as her body relaxed against him.

“Sara,” he whispered.

When she didn’t respond, his suspicion that she’d fallen asleep was confirmed. He’d seen the circles under her eyes grow darker every day, and he knew it was because she burned the candle at both ends. Being super mom during the day and then working at night.

Every instinct Austin had was screaming for him to take care of her. To make sure she ate, and not just the kids’ leftovers. To make sure she got enough sleep. To make sure she never had to stress about anything. To make sure she knew she wasn’t alone. And not just for the next few days, he wanted more with her, and now he knew how much.

He wanted forever.

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