Love is Only a Whisper (Whisper Series) by Renee Wynn Read Free Book Online Page A

there praying that he would leave the bed. Finally he did, going into the bathroom and closing the door. When she heard the shower, she quickly slipped out of the bed, groaning at soreness in places she never knew was possible. Taking deep breaths and moving slowly, she glanced back and saw spots of bright, red blood on the light blue Egyptian sheets. Some blood was caked to her thighs. She was no longer a virgin. Damn. Damn.
    Nicole ignored the stiffness while she searched for her clothes. She retrieved them from the floor and hurried through dressing, hastily leaving her dress only half zipper. She found her shoes had disappeared. Finally she located one near the foot of the bed and the other one across the room.
    She grabbed them and scurried out of the bedroom and the
house as quietly as possible. In the driveway, she opened the door to Ashton’s
car grateful he hadn’t put it in the garage. She snatched her purse from the
seat, snapped it open, and searched for the cell phone. Glad that there was
still a signal, she pressed in a number and waited.
    “Hello.” A cheery voice came over the line.
    “Sally.” She breathed a sigh of relief. “Good. You’re up,” Nicole whispered while she slipped on her shoes.
    “Nicole, why are you whispering?”
    “I need for you to come and get me.”
    “What? From where?”
    “Ashton’s house.”
    “Ashton? You mean… The strong, silent, brooding hunk, Ashton
Sinclair? What are you doing at his house this time of morning? What’s wrong
with your car?”
    Nicole was borderline hysterical. “Sally!” she shouted. “For once, could you please do me a favor and not ask questions? You only live ten minutes away. I’m walking to end of his lane right now. By the time I get there, you should be here.”
    “Okay.” She heard the puzzlement in her friend’s voice but
Nicole knew she could count on Sally. “I’m heading to the car as we speak. I’ll
be there in five,” Sally said.
    Nicole sighed with relief. “Thanks, Sal. I owe you but please hurry.”
    “Alright. You interrupted my daily yoga session. I still
want to know why I’m picking you up at Ashton Sinclair III’s house at
seven o’clock on a Sunday morning,” she said and severed the connection.
    Nicole groaned. As always Sally had to have the last word. Glancing back at the house, she couldn’t see anything with all the trees that lined each side of the long lane. Hopefully, Ashton wouldn’t realize she was gone. Damn! Damn! Shame crawled over her skin. Not once had she thought of Brent. All of her focus had been on how Ashton was making love to her. She wouldn’t think about it now. It happened and it was over. But how could she face Ashton again after last night? He wouldn’t speak of it, would he? No, he wouldn’t. He was too private.
    Ashton was a man who controlled his surroundings and life. He wouldn’t like the fact she walked out on him. Too bad. She refused to become one of the many women who fall at his feet. Isn’t that what you did last night? She squeezed her eyes tight. Last night was a big mistake. An unbidden wave of pleasure washed over her at the memories of their lovemaking.
    It was pure lust, but that didn’t stop the heat that scrolled against her skin, making her stomach flip. Nicole let out a groan. Forget it.
    There was no one to blame but herself. She’d gone willingly
into his arms and enjoyed every moment in his bed.
    She inhaled, smelling his scent that clung in her nostrils
and her skin. She would need a cold shower when she got home.
    He was in her blood. God help her. She wanted him to stay
there.

Chapter Three
     
    Fuck! Ashton looked at the condom on his now flaccid penis showing the evidence of Nicole’s innocence. He grimaced, discarded the condom and stepped into the shower. The hot water ran over Ashton’s back while he rested his head against the coolness of the tile and cursed again. He wanted to howl and break something. The damned condom broke. How in