Page 64 of Whisper of Temptation (Whisper Lake 4)

Butterflies fluttered through her as the ramification of the metaphor began to sink in, and she was tempted to worry about what the blind trust she felt might mean for her future…but all philosophical and metaphorical musings dissolved from her brain in an instant as she felt Austin thrust into her from behind with a powerful force. There was no room for thoughts of the future, or thoughts of the past. Only for the present, and the unbearable pleasure of Austin filling her up again and again.

“Oh God, Austin, that feels amazing,” she groaned, her knees turning to jelly. His strong arm kept her protected and upright, no matter how useless her legs had suddenly become. “Please keep doing that. Don’t stop. It feels so good.”

At her desperate, rough whispers and pleas, he picked up his speed, and even that small adjustment was enough to make her sanity completely unspool. She felt him all through her, in more than just the private center of her body he was pushing into again and again. She felt him in every cell, engulfing her and filling her. Like they were merging their bodies and souls.

Austin leaned over her back and kept up the speed and intensity of his pounding. With the hand he was not using to steady her, he began to tweak her nipples as he thrust in and out of her. She shivered in ecstasy, delight spreading through her like a warm, sparkly wave.

“How is it possible to feel this good? How is my body even capable of this?” She heard the words tumbling out. Nothing but incoherent babbling really. She knew she was saying them because she could hear it, and it was her voice. But she wasn’t even conscious of forming the words or spitting them out, that’s how completely Austin had captured her body and mind.

The things he was doing to her, making her feel, were beyond what she’d ever hoped to dare could be true. She had fooled herself into believing that men like this—and sex like this—only happened in the movies, or romance novels. Now she knew that wasn’t true. Now she knew Austin Stone not only existed, but he had the power to make her tremble and lose all conscious thought with the pleasure he could give her body. It was almost too much to bear.

He slid his hand down from her nipple to the vee between her legs. His fingertips grazed the hard, sensitive button there in time with his strokes, softly at first, and then more insistently. Sara became immune to anything but the thrumming of pleasure rushing through her, out from her core to the edges of her limbs. The orgasm building inside her was powerful, blocking out everything but the craving for more.

“Yes!” She released a hoarse cry, so visceral it tore through her and from her with the force of a tornado. She exploded, every muscle clenching, her inner walls squeezing hard against Austin’s length. Her body was unconsciously trying to capture the feelings he was sending through her, keep them inside and never let them abate.

A groan vibrated through Austin’s body as he pushed into her so deep it sent a new wave of spasms exploding through her. He tightened his arm around her waist and his body convulsed against her. The orgasms rocketed through them like freight trains, and she was certain she’d never felt more connected to another human being on this planet than she was to Austin Stone right then. And she doubted she ever would be.

When she’d stopped shaking enough she could stand on her own, she straightened and turned to face him. He folded her up in his arms and she surrendered herself to his embrace. They stood there silently for a moment, holding each other while the hot stream of water poured over them.

“Can I ask you something?” He ran his fingers through her hair.

A nod against his chest was all she could manage.

“Why did you want thirty seconds?”

She buried her face into him before finally getting the courage to tell him. It was stupid, really.

Finally, she looked up at him. Her nose scrunched as her hands flattened against his chest and she admitted, “I was wearing granny panties and I didn’t want you to see them.”

He grinned. “Seriously? Granny panties?”

She swatted his arm playfully. “Yes. Seriously. Women don’t always walk around in G-strings and lace thongs. Plus, I packed in a hurry and only had one pair of nice—”

“No, I meant did you seriously think I’d give a shit what kind of underwear you were wearing?”

She dipped her head, and shook it.

He lifted her chin. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. From the first second I saw you I wanted to make a shrine and worship your body. I don’t care if you’re wearing a paper sack, you’ll always be the sexiest thing to ever walk on two feet.”

The way he spoke to her was so overwhelming. She wasn’t used to someone having such direct access to her emotions. But with Austin, she felt so vulnerable and raw. Wanting to lighten things up a bit she asked, “What about that walked on four feet?”

“Brat.” Now it was his turn to playfully swat her, except this time it wasn’t on her arm. When his palm made contact with her backside, there was a loud slapping sound. Not from force, but because her skin was wet. A shock of bliss shot straight to her core and her inner muscles clenched, causing a tiny aftershock of orgasm to rock her.

She wondered if he’d be ready for round two any time soon. Lifting her head to ask she locked eyes with him and saw a flare of desire lit in his eyes a moment before she felt her back flat against the tile wall and her legs wrapping around him.

It looked like he was ready for round two now.

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