Prodigal Son by Lisa Beth Darling

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Title: Prodigal Son

Series: Book #4 in the Sister Christian Series

Author: Lisa Beth Darling

Genre: Adult Fiction

Release Date: August 30, 2016

When the Hour is Darkest Love and Faith Can Conquer All. In the final installment of the Sister Christian Series, the Court has demanded a hearing regarding Hannah's capacity. Hannah and Nick are falling deeper and deeper in love. Looking forward to a bright future together they begin planning their life together. A shadowy stranger from the past has set his sights on Hannah and her 3.5 million dollar trust fund. Is he really Rick MacNeill, the son Hannah thought died in the terrible fire at Saint Anne's? Is he someone sinister? The last of the family secrets come to light in this roller coaster ride of suspense, love, betrayal, and faith.

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"Make love? First time?" "Yes, sweetheart, I want to do this with you every night for the rest of my life." That sounded most enticing and she didn't know of any reason why they couldn't start tonight, "I want to know everything," she confessed. "I want to touch, to taste, and feel." He was long, lean, and strong. She wanted to touch every inch, touch it, taste it, smell it, and anything else she could do with him. "My gentle giant, I want you. Please?" His lips descended over hers. There was no further discussion only sensation, only touch, only taste, only the very soft sounds of her cooing below him as she tried to be quiet and not give voice to the passion pulsing through her quivering body. There was no need to rush and even if there were, he wouldn't want to. Breaking the kiss, Nick's lips made their way down her cheek to the nape of her neck. Hannah drew in a steamy breath before letting out a long, low, sultry moan. Her body tingled from the tip of her nose to the very tips of her toes. Hannah found that, with no thought or coaxing from her, her bare legs rose up and clamped down along his flanks reveling in the taut sensation of his skin below. All that was in her way now were the blue jeans, she reached down, but he was so long that his waist was out of her reach. No matter how she stretched that little hand down, letting it slide across the firmness of his chest and the ripples of his abs, the waistband of the jeans taunted it, the tips of her fingers barely touched it before it flitted away. The longer it went on the more maddening it became. She felt the hardness of him below the denim brushing along the susceptible flesh of her thigh as he ground gently against it. "Can’t reach, Shorty?" Nick teased in a sultry whisper as his tongue lapped along her neck and then down to her shoulders making its way to the space between her small breasts. Below him, he felt her smile and he smiled to himself. Nick already removed the double-ring belt so the nicely fitting yet bulging Levis were loose on his firm hips. Hannah brought her knees upward and her back arched deeper when his lips closed down around one hard wanton nipple. She couldn’t reach with her hands but she could reach with her toes, she wormed them into the waistband, grabbing each side between her big toe and the one next to it. Working gently from side to side and using gravity as her friend, she got the waistband to the well-toned mound of his ass only to find that, like Rick, Nick liked to go commando. Moving his hips upward, he let her take the jeans past and over his growing hard on, it popped to life like a champagne cork on New Year’s Eve. The soles of her feet stopped to linger over that firm ass, she rang them over the cheeks and downward over the backs of his thighs pushing the jeans with them. Her legs only extended to his knees, Nick thought he’d take them off the rest of the way; he wriggled out of them while keeping his place on top of her, the nipple between his lips and the other between his fingertips as his hair cascaded down over her. Her small hips thrust upward off the bed, searching, prodding, and longing for the incredible hardness pushing against her inner thigh. The soft musky scent of her wafted upward making him want her more as he descended with slow steady purpose. In the heat of the moment, the lips over her flank bit down to take in a soft chunk of flesh. Below and above him, she shivered but not from cold and not with fear. Her hands reached down to the nape of his neck and brought up handfuls of his hair she twirled the silkiness of it around on her prickling skin. She held it over her breasts like a cape, as her hips heaved up and down against his chest with growing fire. The scent grew headier as it intoxicated him, filling his head with lustful thoughts and his long lean body with passionate desire. Nick’s nose nestled to the soft mound of hair below him.

Her legs spread apart like an angel’s wings as he settled between them. How many nights did he dream of being here? How many mornings did he wake up hard with the thought of her? Now she was here and this was real. He couldn’t wait any longer to taste of it. When his tongue lapped along the outer lips below him, Hannah struggled to keep quiet; her hand gripped his hair between her fingers and tugged with a firm grip. It was harder to remain silent when one thick, long, gentle finger plied her lips apart and then slid inside. "Shhhh," Nick said quietly, "don’t wake your brother," That only made her breathe harder. Even he had to admit there was something quite tantalizing in the idea of being caught by Mason. Tongue lapping and fingers prodding, Hannah’s body quivered and shook, her legs stiffened and the pace that had been growing suddenly slowed, another finger entered and his hot tongue flitted around her. What wanted to be cry of passion released in a softly heated moan.

Lisa Beth Darling is 49 years-old, lives in her hometown of New London, CT with her husband of 30 years, Roy and is mother to their two daughters. She is the author of more than fifteen novels along with several short stories and non-fiction books. When she’s not writing she likes to garden and is an avid movie buff.