Whisper (The Voice trilogy Book 1) by Noelle Bodhaine Read Free Book Online

to my lips in the place where he had been drinking from, the smell of scotch filling my nostrils. He holds his hand up in warning, but before he can I take a long greedy sip and lick my lips, returning the glass with a grin. It is a taste and smell I am familiar with, my father having been a scotch drinker.
    “Dalwhinney,” he says, shaking his head in disbelief, then looks at me with an admiring smile in his eyes. He really is beautiful when he smiles, but the naughty girl inside me is intrigued by his cold side. The sweet scotch spreads through me, warming my blood and loosening my tongue. It’s clear that this man lives to intimidate and takes great pleasure in it, but I can be disarming when I choose to be. What better place or time than right here and right now. With liquid courage flowing through my veins and his scent swirling in my head, I surrender to my curiosity. There has been too much talk about him going around today for me to not find out some truths about Rhys. 
    “There was quite a bit of talk about you this afternoon.” My eyes hardly hiding the smile I am trying to stifle, yet once again I seem to have hit upon another locked lip topic. He looks from the side of his eye at me. 
    “Really? And was there a consensus, I hope?”  Forcing a half grin to keep his mood light, but the question holds no humor. Turning to me he takes a step forward, and waits for my unprepared answer.
    “You have quite the reputation.” I search his face for a reaction but he offers none. “It seems you are a ride not to be missed.” A slight twitch in his eye betrays the proud grin he is trying to suppress. “So why haven’t you tried with me?” WHAT!!!  I want to pull the question back and swallow it, erase it from the face of the earth, but it’s too late. He turns his smoldering gaze on me and I almost combust. He closes the gap, leaving only a sliver of air between us, not touching any part of me, yet I can feel him all over.
    “Is that what you want?” His voice laced with promise, his eyes search mine, waiting for my answer.
    “No,” I hiss without thinking. His face falls slightly, but he recovers just as quickly. “No, I was just .. wondering, why….I’m sorry that was stupid.” I shrink from him, ice filling my veins where once hot blood had flowed. My inner flirt kicking herself, wishing we both could be swallowed up and disappear.
    “Well, now I surely won’t. Now, you will have to beg, Little Sophie” He puts his hands in the air in surrender and steps back, triumph and mirth reflected in his face. He smiles at me with that most sexy crooked smile and bows his head. Little Sophie? Those two words start a fire in me and I am compelled to challenge him. I resolve to win this battle and step up to him. He balks for but a moment before he gains his footing and puffs his rock hard chest. I take a deep draught of his scent, being careful not to touch him. He smells of scotch, cigar smoke and salt water, it is intoxicating. I raise my index finger and hook it into his shirt just above the top button, being careful not to touch his warm, radiant flesh.
    “I think it will be you that will be begging, Mr. Ego,” the words slither from my tongue, wrapping around him, teasing. 
    “I thought that was not what you wanted,” he whispers, leaning in closer, the smell of musk and salt water flowing through me.
    “Hmmm, I think you like to play games, Rhys. But, I am a woman, I can change my mind.” A gentle flick of my finger and I pop the top button revealing more of his chiseled chest, peppered with dark hair, the skin glistening from the warm, sticky sea air. A sharp intake of breath and he closes his eyes, stretching the moment, torturing me with silence. His eyes are like liquid pools when he turns their full power on me. His lips part and his tongue emerges to swipe at his bottom lip before he leans in and gently kisses me on the corner of my waiting mouth. I want explosions and sparks, but the