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  This time his kiss was gentle, poetic. What surprised and impressed her was his stiff erection pressed against her belly. He hadn’t reached fulfillment, and by the way he stroked his palms up and down her body he wasn’t through with her.

  “You’re cold. Let’s get inside.”

  Sahara hadn’t realized she was shivering, but she doubted it was the weather. As he gathered their clothes, she inhaled the woodsy scent of pine, Devon and sex, a heady combination.

  It felt a little awkward being naked and following him up the cobblestone walkway leading up to his rustic wood cabin. From outside, the structure appeared small and lived in. A porch swing hung from the eaves. A beer bottle and a small tool set sat on a three-legged table. A pair of mud-crusted work boots sat next to a worn welcome mat.

  Devon opened the door and stepped aside. Sahara entered. She hadn’t known what to expect, but it was definitely not what she saw. The first thing that caught her attention was the fireplace, which had to be one of the largest she had seen. The mantel and the facing were beautifully carved wood, polished to the point they glistened. As she scanned the room, she noticed all the detailed carvings, from the baseboards to the large beams in the ceiling. His home was a piece of art.

  Forgetting she was stark naked, she strolled to the fireplace, tracing a finger over the eight-point deer etched into the wood. “Devon, this is beautiful.” She turned to face him. “Did you do this?”

  Pink dotted his cheeks. Instead of answering, he approached her and took her into his arms. He nuzzled her nose with his. “I think it’s time to go to bed.”

  “You sleepy?”

  “Hell, no.” He kissed a path to her ear. “I’m starving—for you.”

  “Then lead the way.”

  Chapter Three

  As Devon led Sahara toward his large bedroom, she admired his work to the point it made him self-conscious. Did she think his carvings were beautiful? His place wasn’t much, only two bedrooms, two baths, but it was a reflection of who he was. Where everyone in Whispering Cove hungered for beachfront property, he loved the woods, space and his privacy.

  Entering his man-cave, she drew to a halt. Her eyes widened. “You made this too?”

  “Yes.” It had taken him nearly a year to carve the four-poster cherry-wood headboard and footboard and matching dresser and armoire.

  “Do you realize what something like this is worth? I didn’t know you were such a fantastic artist,” she said enthusiastically.

  Heat flooded across his face. “I’m not. Heidi is the artist in the family. The art on the walls is hers.”

  Sarah took a moment to study the picture above the bed. It was an oil painting of his house. In it, he sat on the swing whittling a piece of wood. Devon hadn’t even known Heidi had been watching him that spring morning. It was one of his most cherished items.

  “And Tabby is an interior designer and she works with you and Devon. What does Kat do?”

  “Kat?” He pinched his lips together and shook his head. “Well. She dances.” Thank God he hadn’t had to pay for her college.

  Sahara laughed. “Dances?”

  “She received a full dance scholarship to Duke University. Thinks she’s going to New York and make it big as a choreographer.”

  Sahara tilted her head. “And, you don’t think so?”

  “I think there has been enough talk for tonight. Come here.”

  Her dreamy blue eyes twinkled as she moved slowly toward him. She placed a palm on his chest, halting him from pulling her into his arms. “What are we going to do?” Her sultry voice made his semi-hard dick stiffen.

  “I think I’ll tie you to my bed and have my wicked way with you.”

  His tastes ran a little kinky. Yet he’d never found a woman who wanted to explore the world of bondage. When her pupils dilated and her breasts rose with each breath, he wondered if he’d finally found the one for him.

  “Are you game?”

  When she nodded, the air left his lungs in a single gush. He hadn’t realized he was holding his breath or that her answer would mean so much to him, but it did. He wanted to do things to this woman he had only dreamed about. This time when he attempted to pull her into his arms she came willingly.

  His lips touched hers and he fell into the kiss. And the woman could kiss. Each time their mouths met, he felt as if he was falling beneath her spell. Her lips were amazingly soft. Her caress was hungry to match his own. She wasn’t afraid to take control or surrender. Tonight she surrendered, allowing him to guide the intensity of the kiss as he ravished her mouth.

  When Devon’s fingertips danced down her spine, she arched her back, pressing her firm breasts into his chest, the soft flesh of her belly cradling his aching cock. She was so responsive. He couldn’t wait to find her trigger points. Continuing to kiss her, he backed her up until her legs struck the bed. Lifting her off her feet, he gently laid her down. She didn’t speak, only watched him as he disappeared into his closet. A grin touched his lips when he discovered the cord of cotton rope he’d purchased just the other day, setting next to his toolbox. It only took a moment to cut four long lengths. Exiting the closet, he concealed the rope behind his back. When he exposed them Sahara smiled and his heart thumped.

  Hot damn. The woman was magnificent.

  Devon couldn’t wait to see her bound to his bed. His hands trembled as he tied a butterfly knot in one end and laced the other end of the rope through it. Then he created a larger knot, which he connected to one of the bedposts. He did the same with the other three pieces of rope.

  Her nostrils flared as he reached for a hand and placed a loop around her wrist. “You still okay with this?”

  Again, she nodded. He secured her other hand and ankles until she was stretched out before him. The sight was nearly his undoing. Her strawberry-blonde hair lay feathered across his pillow. Her slender body was laid out for him to do anything he wanted and he wanted to taste her so badly a throb began in his scrotum and pre-come beaded from the slit of his dick. When she glanced at his engorged cock she slid her tongue between her lips.

  Was she thinking the same thing? Did she want a taste of him? Just the thought of her soft lips on his skin made his shaft twitch.

  Devon eased between her legs. The pink, moist folds of her pussy called to him. “You’re wet.” He ran a knuckle over her slit and her hips rose. “Does this excite you?”

  “What do you think?”

  Her response came out in a snarl that made him chuckle. Her feisty attitude was only one thing he found attractive. There were many more. Her confidence. Her intelligence. And then there was her beautiful body. She was perfection personified. Way too good for him and he’d be best to remember it, but tonight she was his.

  Devon cupped her breasts in his hands and leaned in to swirl his tongue around one taut nipple and then the other. With a slow seductive breath, he blew on the wet tips and watched them tighten and the skin of her areolas prickle.

  “Devon?”

  He nipped at a nipple. “What?”

  “Please.”

  Raising his head, he stared into her eyes. “Please, what?”

  “I need you inside me.”

  Her sweet plea tightened his groin to an almost painful point. But he wasn’t ready for the night to be over. Trailing his lips down her neck, over the valley between her breasts, he worked his way to the adorable landing strip he’d seen in the moonlight earlier tonight. The reddish-blonde curls didn’t hide her from his sight, nor did they cover her engorged clit that begged for attention. When he dragged his tongue across the tender flesh, her hips bucked beneath him.

  “Oh my God!” She squirmed. “Devon, please.”

  As he captured the bud between his lips, he slipped a finger inside her. Pumping the digit in and out, he licked, sucked and drank of her sweet essence. She was honey on his tongue and he wanted more—so much more. Sliding his tongue into her warmth, he moaned when the walls of her pussy tightened, relaxed and squeezed again. When
she pulled against her restraints, he nibbled on her precious bundle of nerves.

  A strangled cry rose in her throat and she shattered.

  A rush of her nectar released in his mouth and he felt a sting race down his cock. His balls pulled into the shelter of his body. The deep throb rode the edge of pain, but he continued to suck and lap at her pussy, savoring every drop. When she began to shake uncontrollably, he knew he wouldn’t last long. A sense of urgency overwhelmed him as he climbed on her and angled his cock at her opening.

  With one thrust, he entered her. Her fiery heat encompassed him—squeezed him—the feeling so intense he couldn’t stop his release even if he had wanted to. A deep, satisfying groan burst from his diaphragm. His vision went dark and his ears began to ring. He swore even his toes curled in the comforter as hot jets of come filled her. When the last drop was spilled, he collapsed, more sated than he could ever remember.

  Unable to move, much less think, he lay on her, breathing heavily. When she groaned, he rolled off of her. “Sorry.”

  The bed moaned beneath him as he moved around it to untie her, leaving the ropes hanging from the bedposts. Afterward he crawled back in bed and took her into his arms. She cuddled close to him.

  “I better go,” she said, even though she didn’t make any attempt to get up.

  “Stay.” His request nearly knocked the wind from him. He had never asked a woman to stay the night. Most of his encounters were one-night affairs in out-of-state towns while he was on business trips. No ties—no mess, just pleasure and that’s how he like it.

  “Are you sure?” She slung a long, silky leg over his as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do. And he kind of liked it.

  Instead of answering, he pulled her on top of him and pressed his lips to hers. She whimpered softly into his mouth. When they parted, she lay across him unmoving and for some damn reason it felt right. He held her, while attempting to figure out why she was different from the rest of the women he had been with. When it got the best of him, he tried to slip out from beneath her, needing some air, but she didn’t stir. He gave her a gentle shake.

  “Sahara?”

  No response.

  He nearly laughed out loud when he realized she had fallen asleep. Long, dark lashes were crescents on high cheekbones. A slight smile traced her soft lips. She looked content, happy. Clearly she wasn’t feeling the same uncertainty as he, which bothered him even more. Hopefully she wasn’t the clingy type of woman who, after making love, felt like there was more between them than sex, because that’s all this was. From out of nowhere, Leo’s words came back to haunt him.

  Believe me, she can take care of herself. She’s driven. A relationship—marriage isn’t in her current plans. When the wedding is over, she’ll be gone and she won’t be back.

  This time he did laugh out loud. He was being foolish. It was only sex and that’s how he wanted it.

  Sunday morning came way too soon for Sahara. As she tried to move, she found herself trapped in a big bear hug. Devon’s morning erection pressed hard against her back, making her smile. He had given her a taste of what she had hungered for and it was better than what she had expected. He was better than she could ever have dreamed of.

  “Sleep well?” His groggy voice should have sounded sleepy, not sultry. Still her nipples grew taut and her pulse sped.

  “Too well.” She had almost forgotten where she was.

  When she attempted to move, he eased his hold and she managed to turn onto her back. A five o’clock shadow darkened his square jaw, and his sexy upper lip rose in a crooked grin.

  Lord save me.

  The man oozed sex appeal. Even with his hair mussed and his eyelids drooping, she couldn’t remember ever waking up to a better-looking man. Or one who painted visions of wild morning sex, because that was exactly what was on her mind.

  Devon rose enough to slide his elbow beneath him and rest his cheek on a palm. With his free hand, he drew wide circles around her breasts. “What are your plans today?” His grin deepened when her areolas tightened and the skin prickled.

  Sahara licked her lips, trying to think past the wonderful feel of his hands on her body. “I plan to take in the sights of Whispering Cove.” Her goal was to kill two birds with one stone. Prove to herself this small coastal town was what her brother wanted, Skylar was what he wanted, and discover the possibilities available in this community for her company.

  “Did you need a guide?”

  She sighed, loving the feel of his fingertips dancing across her skin. “I thought you had a meeting today.”

  “It will only take a few minutes and then we can be on our way.” Plucking at her nipple, he continued, “But if you have other plans.” He pinched the sensitive bud hard enough to send rays of fire shooting throughout her breast.

  Sahara jumped as she released a yelp.

  Leaning over her, he lavished the rosy flesh with his warm, wet tongue, taking her mind away from the sting and focusing it on the building pleasure. The sweet, sweet pleasure. She threaded her fingers in his long silky hair and he looked up at her through bedroom eyes.

  “Should I take that as you have no other plans?”

  “Oh, I have plans.”

  Shoving him onto his back, she threw a leg over him and quickly straddled his hips. The second her moist slit touched his erection, she melted into him. Palms on his chest, she began to rock back and forth.

  When Devon moved abruptly surprise caught in her throat. The tight squeal barely escaped before she found herself flat on her back with him on top of her. Propped on his palms, elbows locked, the heat in his eyes burned into her. Neither of them spoke, but it was apparent he wanted what she did.

  Achingly slow, he guided her arms above her head, his weight sinking her into the mattress as their bodies aligned. The hunger in his eyes and his silence was seductive. Her anticipation soared. With a knee, he parted her thighs, and bent over her to cross his mouth over hers.

  Instead of the wild, uninhibited kiss she expected, he gently sipped from her lips, almost as if he savored the feel of her skin—the taste. Tracing her lips with his tongue, he dragged it along the crease, nudging and encouraging her to open. His tenderness was amazing, intoxicating. She felt entranced. Each caress was delivered methodically and with so much care it tightened her chest. The spell he weaved drove her to the edge of desperation.

  She wanted—needed him now.

  Sahara pulled from his gentle grasp, her fingertips biting into his back, attempting to pull him closer. But he again propped himself up with his hands, seemingly hell bent on setting his own pace and withholding anything more than teasing her with heart-stopping kisses.

  Sliding her palms down to his ass, she again tried to urge him nearer. “Please,” she whispered against his mouth. Her plea went unanswered as he caressed her lips once more. She had never seen a man with so much control, so much restraint—

  Damn him.

  Devon had found another way to dominate her. And Lord help her, she loved every minute of it. His elbows slightly gave. When he attempted to straighten them, she felt a tremor race through him.

  The man wasn’t as composed as he pretended.

  “Devon,” she murmured. “I need your hands on me. Your cock inside me.”

  Whatever control he had appeared to fracture. He released a growl, angled his hips and plunged forward, entering her with one thrust. The sense of completeness, the way their bodies came together perfectly, overwhelmed Sahara. She whimpered as he began to move, easing in and out and back again. Each stroke of his body, the way he smoothed his callused hands over her skin sent a shiver through her.

  When he found her lips once more, she felt like a piece of putty in his hands. She would have done anything he asked. Yet he didn’t demand anything from her, only cherished her in a way she had never been loved before.

  Brushing his lips across hers once more, he murmured, “Soft. So damn soft.”

  His low, sexy voice set off th
e first flutters of arousal that made her pulse jump. She groaned, not wanting this moment to end. Instead she wanted to bathe in his attention. Devon must have felt the small contractions squeezing and releasing inside her, because he made a throaty sound and she could have sworn he thickened inside her.

  This time when he located and stroked her g-spot, she gasped, shattering unexpectedly in his arms. He didn’t stop thrusting in and out of her. Unmercifully, he rubbed against the spongy, erogenous area to wring out every cry that seeped from her mouth as she held on to him. When her body began to jerk with every sensitive pass, he stilled and released a low moan. His cock pulsated once, twice, before she felt his warmth fill her.

  Devon collapsed on top of her. His heavy breathing matched hers. For a moment, she listened to the rapid beating of his heart and wondered if the man who had loved her with such exquisite care was the same one who ravished her last night. She wasn’t complaining. In fact, Sahara had never known sex could be soul wrenching with a perfect stranger. Letting him go at the end of her trip would be hard. For some reason the thought disturbed her.

  “What do you say we get going?”

  Through a veil of hair crossing his face, he opened his eyes and looked at her. He rolled off her and lay on his side. “I thought we’d take a shower. Maybe get some breakfast.”

  “I need a change of clothes. My car is still at the beach. Why don’t you drop me off? Afterward we can do what we need to.” Separately, she left the word unspoken. Sahara needed some time alone to gather her thoughts about what had happened between them. How comfortable she felt around him. And, how he drove her body into complete meltdown. “I can meet you somewhere.”

  “Sure. If that’s what you want. Let me get some jeans on.” Devon frowned and rolled out of bed.