I whisper into her ear, “I’m going to say a word. Just answer with whatever is on the tip of your tongue. Don’t think. Just answer.”

Again she nods.

“Hot,” I breathe into her ear as I brush my fingers over her exposed skin. With a featherlight touch, I begin at her naked shoulders, dip down her collarbone, tease her nipples and stroke down her stomach to her hips. The light tickle of my fingers against her skin causes her to shudder against me. My entire body reacts, calling out for more, as the sensation surges through me.

“Cold.”

“Sweet.” I nip at her neck.

“Sour,” she answers.

“Soft.” I trail my hands back up the center of her body and cup her breasts. I tease her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers with firm pressure. She squirms against me with a moan.

“Hard,” she answers.

I rock my hips into her.

“Wet.” I glide my hand down her body, slowing just below her belly button. She grabs my forearm firmly but doesn’t stop me. “Don’t think. Just answer. Wet?”

“Eager,” she moans out as she releases my arm.

“Amazing,” I whisper and dip my fingers into her silky folds, circling her sensitive clit.

“Terrifying.” Her voice is both aroused and strained.

“Safe.” I hold her tightly against me.

“Home,” she answers as her body finally relaxes in my arms and her hips grind against mine, the passion rising in her as our bodies and words collide.

Desire. Want.

Lust. Need.

Craving. Hunger.

Delicious. Devour.

Her breath is shallow and fast. She’s getting close. I’m desperate to feel her come apart in my arms.

“Goddess,” I whisper in her ear and the wave of pleasure overtakes her as she climaxes. She moans and trembles. I almost come from her body writhing against mine. I hold her in my arms, savoring every second.

“Worshiped,” she replies as she settles and her breath returns to normal.

Chapter Ten

Chapter Ten

Elizabeth

Wrapped up in Austin’s body and his words, I lose myself to him over and over again.

He wasn’t kidding about those great hands.

He’s relentless in his pursuit of pleasuring me. In between climaxes, he holds me to his chest, our hearts beating together, trailing figure eights across my body in barely-there touches. Sometime around midnight my body can’t take it any longer, every inch of my skin hypersensitive. He wasn’t lying, I actually have to beg him to stop.

“Austin, please. No more. I’m exhausted.” The words come out hoarse and dry. Even my voice is overworked. Austin’s chest rumbles with laughter underneath me, sending soft vibrations through my overstimulated body. It’s almost enough for me to ask for one more go.

Almost.

But right now, all I’m capable of is sleep. I could sleep for a decade.