Free The Stranger's Secrets by Beth Williamson

herself to him, even if it was through correspondence. Whitman had his honor and it dictated he did not betray that promise.
    As they walked toward the steps, Sarah’s perfume wafted past his nose. It was a light scent like roses mixed with the underlying aroma of her body. All woman, and damn arousing. Whitman gritted his teeth and breathed through his mouth. If he couldn’t smell her, the hard dick currently knocking at his buttons might go away.
    However, it got worse when he picked her up in his arms to carry her up the stairs. She was tall enough to drape her body from his shoulder all the way down to the part of him currently acting like an idiot.
    Whit started counting from one to a thousand as he walked up the steps. It didn’t seem to help very much because she laughed at him, the husky chuckle echoing through his already taut body.
    “What’s funny?” he snapped.
    Her thumb caressed the underside of his jaw. A bolt of pure lust slammed through him when she whispered near his ear. “That wasn’t amusement, Kendrick. I can feel you hard against my hip.”
    Whitman sucked in a breath, unsure how to respond to her. He wanted to snarl and fuck her until they couldn’t see straight. What he should do is tell her good night and leave her at the hotel room door.
    Sarah, however, took that decision out of his hands.
    When he put her on her feet, she cupped his cheeks and pulled his head down. Their breath mingled as their lips grew closer. Heat arced between them and Whit found himself falling into her silver gaze.
    He was losing control fast. Yet he couldn’t stop it, any of it, even if he tried. The moment their lips touched, a primitive howl of pleasure ripped through him.
    She opened her mouth and their tongues entwined like old lovers. Rasping and winding together in a timeless dance.
    They stumbled through the doorway, their mouths never losing touch. He heard the snick of the door shutting, then the key turning in the lock. Sarah was obviously skilled with her hands as she worked to close them off from the world.
    Whitman allowed his eyes to adjust to the semidarkness. The light streaming through the window from the street gave the room a golden glow bright enough to see only shapes and the occasional flash of skin.
    Sarah started unbuttoning his shirt and he slowly let her down to her feet to give her free access. He was rewarded with a husky chuckle.
    “You like that, do you?” She kissed the skin inch by inch as the shirt opened.
    Whit’s dick pulsed with each touch of her lips, harder and more eager than he ever remembered being. Then she licked him from his stomach to his jaw and he almost came in his drawers.
    “You can’t even imagine how much.” He pulled the shirt completely off and she ran her hands up and down his chest, her nails lightly scratching his nipples. Obviously Sarah was not inexperienced with a man, which was lucky for him.
    As if he were under her spell, he allowed her to continue seducing him. She unbuttoned his trousers, freeing the erection hard enough to hammer nails. When her hand closed around him through his drawers, he sucked in a breath.
    “God, that feels good.”
    “Yep, it sure does. You’ve been blessed by your maker, Whit.” She pumped him once. “And apparently so have I for tonight.”
    Before he could realize what she was about, his drawers had joined his pants on the floor and she’d sat on the bed. His bare cock waited in anticipation, as did the rest of him, with his pulse pounding through him like kettle drums.
    He didn’t have to wait long. A light swipe of her tongue on the underside made his eyes roll back in his head. She cupped his balls and rubbed her thumb between them, sending a delicious shiver through him. Her other hand wrapped around the base of his dick and squeezed lightly.
    When her mouth closed around him, Whit’s knees turned to jelly and he swayed into her.
    “Don’t fall on me, big man.” She pulled him deep into her mouth and