Page 64 of Forbidden Fling (Wildwood 1)
“You really were a Boy Scout?”
He grinned. “And I watched you with those old people. People who never judged you. People who loved your company, appreciated your time, and thrived on your attention. You stayed longer than you had to. You went in on days you weren’t scheduled. You continued going even after your sentence had ended.
“You loved those people, and they loved you. You listened to their stories and laughed with them. You played games with them and read to them. You brushed their hair and painted their nails. Even when you weren’t there, they talked about you.
“Outside the home, you might have been the town bad girl, doing everything you shouldn’t. But you also managed to get your sisters to school and keep your father’s bar running when he was laid out drunk.”
She started to shake her head again.
“I read the police report, Delaney. I know your father was passed out behind the bar when Ian was killed. I also heard after the incident that was a regular occurrence. What I can’t figure out is how in God’s name Phoebe let you work the bar alone.”
Delaney’s gaze lowered to his chest again. “She didn’t know. I told her I was staying the night with a friend. She wouldn’t have let me, and I knew we needed the money.”
He sighed and kissed her forehead again. Then her lips. “So I do know you enough to care. If we have to keep things between us a secret, fine. I’ll do what I have to do to get these stolen moments with you, because I don’t want this to be the last time.”
Her eyes scanned his face, her expression a mix of longing and concern. Maybe some fear. She scraped her lower lip between her teeth, lifted her hands to his shirt, and curled it into her fingers. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. It . . . scares me.”
His chest filled with excitement, with happiness, with so many emotions that they pushed the air from his lungs. He kissed her hard and deep. Tasted her until her fingers were clenched in his hair, holding his head down.
And just like that, the fire between them flared back to life, fueled with a new understanding and new emotions.
He slid his hands up her thighs and let his fingers drift between her legs. Hooking his fingers in her panties, he shimmied them down and let them drop, then moved his hands up her thighs again. But this time he pushed her skirt up, too, revealing her gorgeous thighs and, finally, that pretty bare pussy he craved. The thrill this woman could whip through him without even trying was absurd.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, letting his hand slide between her thighs and cup her sex.
Delaney’s breath quickened, and her body stiffened. The look she gave him made her seem innocent. One of those God-that’s-naughty-but-it-feels-so-good looks that made Ethan want to eat her alive.
“Like that?”
She smiled, one of those naughty smiles, with her lip still between her teeth.
His own lips turned to match her grin. “Spread your legs, naughty girl. I want to touch you.”
With her gaze holding his, her thighs opened into a wide V, pushing her forward on the ledge, and giving Ethan full access.
“Mmm, perfect.” He stroked his fingers through her hot, wet folds, let them drift farther back and over the tight pucker. Her nipples turned to hard peaks beneath her dress. Ethan’s cock pulsed with heat.
He tipped her chin up, kissed her gently, brought her tongue out to play without the kiss while he swirled his fingers in her slick heat. She moaned and arched for more, but he pulled back and focused on the buttons on her dress, slipping the six of them open, one by one.
“Did you think about me the last few days?” he asked, plunging his index finger deep to tease the walls of her sex.
“Yes.” One of her hands gripped the sill at her hip, the other was clenched in his shirt at his ribs.
He added his middle finger and pushed deeper. Her eyes closed, lips parted, back arched. “Oh . . .”
“Did you think about this?” He soaked in the sight of moonlight accentuating the pleasure drenching her face. Wished he could save the moment somehow. “About me touching you, kissing you? About me inside you?”
With her head against the glass, she opened her eyes. “Yes.”
Ethan leaned in and kissed her, whispering against her lips, “Did you miss me?”
He didn’t expect to get an answer, but she surprised him by murmuring a soft, ?
?Yes.”
He pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were clear, vibrant, hot. And honest.
She’d missed him? Or she’d missed fucking him?
