FTF: Intimate Whispers by Dee Carney

Whispers from the dead are everywhere because their greatest desire is to be heard.

Sabrina Turner has found only one way to stop the curse she was born with— allowing an incubus to worship her body in exchange for halting the voices drowning her
sanity. Every time she succumbs, it's still an act of desperation. Yet she's not sure if she wants to be rid of the bittersweet release.
All Jason Raines wants is to communicate one last time with his deceased brother.
When he discovers his seductive neighbor speaks to the dead, it's another reason to get close to her. Visions and cryptic dreams Sabrina experiences are messages for
him, he's sure of it. Whatever her price, he'll pay it. When a reluctant Sabrina opens the doorway to the other side, though, he discovers the cost may be higher than he first
thought.
Her urgent search for freedom. His crucial need for absolution. A burning love between them offers their only hope in salvation from intimate whispers.

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The door opened and Sabrina walked out, a towel wrapped around her body. A misty cloud floated around her, giving her an ethereal aura. Kind of like what he expected to see on no less than an angel.

Her skin was damp, some escaped tendrils from the bun in her hair dripping water onto her shoulders. There was a fresh innocence about her, the way her exotic hazel eyes smiled at him without pretense or cunning. Just short of annoyed, but with a hint of gratitude in them.

His mouth dried up and he wanted to kiss her again. Feel the gentle caress of her lips against his, the same as the night she offered her thanks. Only instead of thanks, he wanted her surrender. A giving of herself that he suspected she didn't ever offer. He'd earned the privilege of breaking down the barrier she erected and wondered if she felt the same. A single kiss.

"Jason, what's going on?"

So lost in the fantasy standing before him, he'd forgotten he still held the phone to his ear. Kelly's voice startled him. "I'll catch you later, okay?" he murmured.

He clicked the phone shut before waiting for her reply. Kelly was a part of his past, and standing before him, perhaps—just perhaps—stood the doorway to a future.

"Did you need to take that call? You don't have to wait on me hand and foot, you know." She blessed him with a lopsided smile. At what point had he crossed the line where a flash of her white teeth went from merely making him smile too, to making his pulse race?

Shaking his head, he shrugged. "Just Kelly. I'll call her later."

"The blonde?" A flash of darkness crossed her features.

"Yeah." He furrowed his eyebrows, not quite getting the sudden chill he sensed. "What's wrong?" She moved toward the bureau, sidestepping him without touching. He fought down an urge to move closer, perhaps bring her into his embrace. "Sabrina?"

With a yank, she opened one of the drawers and rifled through it. "Send her my thanks for letting you stay. I suppose you need to go now."

Not wanting to risk aggravating her injury, he pulled on the towel until she either had to follow it closer to him or lose it altogether. "Letting me stay? I stayed because I wanted to."

Slowly, she asked, "And she knew what you were doing?"

"What does it matter if—"

"Oh my God, please tell me your girlfriend knows you've been sleeping in my bed, even if nothing happened." She threw her hands in the air. "And now that I'm saying it out loud, I can't believe I let you."

Something rose within him, snapping off his restraint and demanding he admit his desires. Before doubts and second thoughts formed an alliance, Jason gave in. In one forward motion, he pulled her close, studying those delicious lips and knew as sure as he knew his own name, within the next few seconds, they were his to claim.

"She's not my girlfriend," he growled. His eyes caught hers and he swore he saw heat in them. Desire to kiss and be kissed. To be made love to. Some force compelled him to lower his mouth, his entire being wanted her compliant body beneath his. His own desire burning strong.

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