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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