had never been loved before.
Brushing his lips across hers once more, he murmured, “Soft. So damn soft.”
His low, sexy voice set off the 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.
His impressive cock caught her attention and she mentally groaned. What she would give for one more time… Then again, it was probably better this way. No commitment—no expectations. She would be leaving soon and probably would never see Devon unless she came to visit Leo.
When Devon disappeared into the bathroom, she found some Kleenex and quickly cleaned up before she located her clothes and got dressed. She was putting on her lightweight jacket when she heard the door open.
Sahara turned and her heart skipped a beat. The bandanna was again wrapped around his forehead. His yellow muscle shirt emphasized his finely cut muscles, and those jeans… She sighed. All she could say is the way they hung low on his hips made him so appealing all she wanted to do was take him back to bed.
His brows pulled together. “Sahara?”
“Uh. Yes. Let’s go.”
Without a word, they strolled through the house. As she stepped outside, the clean fresh scent of pine touched her nose. She scanned the area, loving the serenity surrounding her. High above her a bird sang a song. It was peaceful and beautiful. No wonder Devon liked it here.
“Does Whispering Cove have a beach area that blends into the woods?” The combination would be a fantastic place for a resort.
He opened the truck door. She slid in and he followed her. “There’s one piece that has both, but it’s owned by the great-great grandchildren of the sea merchant who founded Whispering Cove.” He started the engine and shifted into drive. “Several of us have inquired about purchasing a small piece, but the owners aren’t interested in parceling the land.”
She smiled. Maybe there would be a chance they’d sell the whole thing—for the right price, of course.
“What?” he asked, steering the vehicle onto the road.
“Nothing. I’d love to see it.” Excitement flittered through her. This would be perfect for what she had planned.
“Sure.” He glanced at