Page 119 of Whispers

He sucked noisily, hungrily, and he rolled her atop him so that she was lying on his erection, her mound, though covered by denim, pressed intimately to his arousal. His hands were on her buttocks, curling inward so that the tips of his fingers brushed against the juncture of her legs. She writhed and moaned, he held her fast, stripping her of her blouse and bra, kissing and sucking at her nipples, the stubble of his beard rough against her skin.

Desire raced like wildfire through her veins. The ache within her grew. She rubbed against him, wanting more, knowing somewhere deep in the back of her mind that she was begging for trouble. But she couldn’t stop herself. It had been so long . . . so very long. His fingers delved into the waistband of her jeans and slowly undid the zipper. Her breathing was shallow and needy, and he skimmed the jeans away from her body with ease.

Don’t, Claire. Don’t make this same mistake again.

With a groan he pressed his face into the front of her panties, his breath fanning through the sheer lace to her skin.

“Claire,” he murmured into her abdomen. “Are you sure?”

She wasn’t sure about anything except that she wanted him. As the blood swirled through her veins, she wanted all of him. “Y-yes. Yes, Kane, yes,” she said, as he flicked the panties off her legs, lifted her hips to his shoulders, and buried his face in her most intimate of places.

Her body turned to jelly. She squirmed, feeling his lips and tongue, his hot, sweet breath. She arched against him, her back bowed, his hands caressing her flesh.

“Kane,” she cried, her voice unrecognizable.

Stroking her legs with his hands, he kissed her and loved her, his tongue working magic as she moved against him, wanting more, needing so much more.

“That’s it, darlin’, let yourself go. That’s iiiit,” he said, the sound muffled, the words dear. She moved against him, unable to stop. The stars and moon swirled overhead, and she felt the earth shift as the first convulsion rocked her. She cried out, her fingers tangling in his hair, her body slick with sweat as spasm after delicious spasm rocked her.

“Kane—Kane!”

“I’m here, Princess,” he said, moving upward between her legs, kissing her abdomen and neck before pressing his lips to hers. Tears filled her eyes and he kissed them away. “It’s all right, Claire.”

“No, I shouldn’t—”

“Shh. Just feel good.” He nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts, offering comfort and yet asking for more. She couldn’t stop, and though a thousand denials flitted through her brain, and she was still breathing wildly, she slid her fingers beneath his jacket and shirt, peeling off his clothes and feeling him suck in his breath as she touched his nipples and abdomen, tracing the ridges of his muscles. She reached for his fly.

His hand surrounded her wrist. “You don’t have to—”

“Shh.” She lowered his zipper, pushed the Levi’s down his legs, touched him intimately, and felt him groan as she found his thick erection. “I want to,” she said, throwing caution to the wind and breathing against him. “I want to.”

He groaned and she kissed him, then he was as lost as she, desire mounting as he bucked against her, holding her fast, moving intimately.

“Be careful, Claire, don’t—oooh,” He shifted suddenly, pushing her onto her back and sliding down so that he was lying atop her, his pulsing arousal pressed deep into her abdomen. “Tell me ‘no.’”

“I—I can’t.”

“This is a mistake.”

“Is it?” she asked, looking up at him, seeing the strain on his face, the tension from holding back.

“Oh, God, forgive me.” He cupped one cheek with his hand and then swiftly parted her legs with his knees. “I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said.

“Of course you did. So . . . so did I.”

“Yes.” His mouth claimed hers again as he plunged into her with an unleashed and primal lust that caused her bones to melt.

She gasped as he thrust into her. Her stupid heart soared as he withdrew only to thrust again, hard and slow. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as he kissed her eyes and throat. The stars blurred in her eyes and she caught his tempo. Faster. Faster. Faster. Slick, hot, and wet. Until she knew she’d explode.

“Kane,” she cried as she convulsed around him. The moon and earth collided and her soul was flung to the stars as he kissed her hard. “Oh, God, Kane.”

With a triumphant yell, he fell upon her, spilling his seed, crushing her breasts, holding her with a desperation that tore at her heart. “Forgive me,” he whispered against her skin. “Forgive me.”

“For what?”

“Wanting you so much.”

“It’s not a sin,” she said, tears filling her eyes.