Page 68 of Forbidden Fling (Wildwood 1)
There wasn’t much to her sundress, so she started by toeing off her sandals, then moving on to the belt sitting high on her ribs in the A-line style. With her gaze on his, Delaney took hold of the silver buckle centered just below her breasts and unhooked the thin metal. She let the belt fall away, then dropped it to the floor.
“How long have you lived here?” She took two steps closer to the bed and lifted her hand to the bow of the dress strap on the same shoulder and pulled.
“About three years.”
“I saw your renovations in the bathroom.” She did the same with the other strap and stood directly in front of him. Her breasts were all that held the dress up now. “You do good work.”
“Coming from the historical renovation guru of the West Coast, that’s quite a complime—”
She gave her dress enough of a tug to pull past her breasts, and it slid to the floor. His last syllable hung on his lips while his eyes scoured her like an intimate touch, over and over again, as if he’d never seen her naked. Like he couldn’t take it all in. He exhaled heavily, and the hunger carved in his features mirrored the craving eating her alive on the inside.
“Now me.” His voice was so heavy with lust, it sounded completely different. He lifted his gaze from her body to meet her eyes. “Undress me.”
Delaney grinned. That was an unusual request. She wasn’t sure she’d ever had a man ask—or order—her to undress him. But she liked it. At least she liked it coming from Ethan.
She lifted one knee to the bed alongside his thigh, expecting his gaze to slide down over her body again, but he kept his eyes on hers as she reached for the last button on his shirt and slipped it open. Delaney was the one to break eye contact to appreciate the view. His chest was wide with light-golden hair across his pecs. His belly was tight with a shallow six-pack.
Hunger surged. “Mmm. I’ve been thinking about this.”
She ran her hands over the indentions of his abdomen as she lifted her other knee to the bed, straddling his thighs. Stroked her hands up and over his warm, hard chest and sighed.
Ethan leaned on one elbow and slipped his hand between her legs, but he only touched her with one finger, a featherlight touch that created a disproportionate amount of need. “I love the way you let me look at you”—he stroked her—“eat you”—pushed inside—“touch you.” He pulled out and drew her wetness around her clit in that incredibly gentle way that made her want to writhe.
With a moan, she cir
cled his wrist and pulled his hand away. “Sit up.”
He pulled himself upright, then framed her face with both hands and took her mouth in a searingly sensual kiss. His tongue swirled with hers, and he ate at her mouth like a starved man. Delaney gave back, thrilling with every rush of lust he pumped into her blood. She was beginning to think she’d never felt like this with anyone before. This excited, this connected, this needy. Surely she had, but damn if she could remember who or when.
She pushed his shirt off his shoulders and forced his hands away from her face to pull the fabric off his arms. Then he surrounded her again and rolled her beneath him.
Oh, skin on skin. Beautiful. The delicious feel of his full weight. The pressure of his rigid cock. She pushed both hands into his hair just as he broke the kiss to lick and bite his way down her body. But Delaney was suddenly ravenous to have him inside her. Filling her.
“I can’t undress you like this.”
She tried to sit up, but he cupped her breasts in both hands, molding and squeezing, brushing his thumbs across her nipples. His tongue licked across one. Then the other. Delaney dropped back against the bed and arched into his mouth. Sensation built and pooled everywhere in her body.
“Ethan.” She lifted his mouth from her breast. “I need you inside me.”
“God, you’re demanding. Nightstand. Condom.”
She reached for the nightstand, but it was too far away, so she rolled to her side and pulled open the drawer. By the time she found the condom, Ethan had ditched the rest of his clothes and was kissing his way down her back with his rigid cock pressed against her ass.
He slid lower, bit her waist, and she flinched and laughed. “I can’t put this on you unless you let me roll over.”
Instead of moving off her, Ethan snatched the condom from her fingers. “I’ll take care of that. And I’ll also take care of you.” He ripped the package, and his hands disappeared as he put on the condom. Then he stroked warm fingers down her arms and covered her hands with his, pressing them to the rail of the footboard. With Ethan’s chest at her back, his cock nestled at the low curve of her spine, he murmured at her ear. “Let me take care of you the rest of the night.”
She glanced over her shoulder and found him right there. He kissed her. And by the time he’d used that mouth on her for twenty seconds, she was ready for anything he was willing to give her, so she curled her fingers around the wood.
He stroked the backs of her thighs and lifted his weight off her, but stayed right there. “Pull your knees under you. Now spread your legs.”
The orders did strange things to her nerves. The position both thrilled and unnerved. Cool air touched her wet sex, shooting tingles over her swollen, sensitive skin. Then Ethan’s fingers were there, stroking, and Delaney sighed, closed her eyes, and dropped her head forward against his comforter. He slid one finger deep, then two. Delaney arched her back, lifting her ass, and hummed a plea for more.
Then the smooth, wide head of his cock spread her in a new way. Pushing, stretching, taking her breath as Ethan plunged, then pulled back. He breeched her over and over until she coated him.
“Mmm, you’re all tight and juicy for me.” His chest pressed her back, and his teeth grazed her ear. “You make me so hard.”
He gripped her hips and pulled her back to meet his shallow thrusts, driving a little deeper, a little deeper, a little deeper. Delaney’s throat thickened with the thrill of his tight fit, the new stretch, the fresh friction.
