Forbidden Fling (Wildwood Book 1) (6 page)

“These didn’t come from making beer,” she managed, her voice soft, her breath still shallow.

He grinned, sat back on his heels, and pulled her toward him by the arms. When she was straddling his lap, her arms wrapped around his neck, he kissed her gently again and again and again until Delaney felt light-headed.

“CrossFit,” he murmured and deepened the kiss, circling his tongue with hers.

“What?” she whispered against his lips.

“My workout.” He pulled back and combed all ten fingers through her hair. “I do CrossFit in one of the units next to mine at the warehouse.”

“Mmm.” She rested her forehead against his for a moment, loving the slide of his hands over the skin of her shoulders and back. She kissed a path along his jaw, down his neck, across his shoulder, and
could . . . not . . . believe
the way her body started to stir again.

“You’re a dream,” he murmured at her ear, his hands stroking her hair in gentle, luxurious passes. His erection had slipped back inside his pants, but it was still a raging rod of hot steel between her legs, and she wanted it. She wanted it filling her. “An absolute dream. Like I’ll wake up tomorrow and realize you weren’t real.”

“Take me to bed,” she said, eager to show him the same level of pleasure he’d given her. Make sure she lived up to that painfully sweet comparison of her to a dream. Only the next time he dreamed of her, she planned to be his wet dream. “Get rid of these pants. And I’ll give you a ride to remember.”

The woman turned Ethan into a sexual maniac.

She was so much more than he’d expected. Beyond his every fantasy. Sure, she was sexy, but to a degree he couldn’t quite wrap his mind around. Unlike so many other women he met, her sexuality was authentic and expressive, open and sensual, intense yet fun. He didn’t sense any games, any walls, any hidden agendas.

And the way that all combined with her beauty and her killer body wrapped her into one amazing little package so goddamned hot she singed the hair right off his body.

He drew her into him, wrapped her tight in his arms, and got to his feet. She cupped his face in both hands and tilted it up to kiss him. Her hair fell like curtains and smelled like jasmine.

“Shit,” he murmured against her mouth.

“What?”

“Bedroom’s upstairs.”

She glanced over her shoulder, and a laugh popped out of her throat. Followed by another, until she was laughing so hard she collapsed against him.

“And what is so damn funny?” he asked, smiling at the adorable way she looked with her head on his shoulder.

“You really should have thought of that before you turned my legs to jelly.”

He sighed and bounced her a little. “You’re not as light as you look.”

“It’s called muscle, buddy.” She gripped his chin and pulled his gaze to hers, but she was smiling. “Don’t piss me off before we get up there.”

He chuckled. “Muscle. Right.”

She patted his cheek. “Mmm, such a good boy.” She kissed him and whispered, “I’m gonna reward you for that.”

Ethan started up the steps. She actually wasn’t heavier than she looked, and carrying her wasn’t much of a hardship when she kept kissing him and murmuring dirty little ideas.

“I’m going to wet your cock with my mouth.” She kissed his temple, whispering in his ear. “Get you good and hard. Good and hot. Good and ready.” She tilted her head and nipped his earlobe, shooting sensation along his shoulder and down his spine. “And climb over you. Going to let you watch me push you
deep inside
.” She groaned, and the sound shivered through Ethan. “Going to be
so
good. You’re going to watch that big cock of yours stretch me, pound me, come out all shiny and wet . . .”

By the time he reached the bed, he was delirious with lust, and when he bent to lay her down, she dragged him with her, then rolled him to his back and straddled him.

Splayed across his lap, her auburn hair fell over her shoulders, and her gorgeous body glowed in the moonlight through the windows.

Delaney Hart in
his
bed.

Delaney Hart wet for
him
.

Yet the thrill winding its way through his chest was rooted in more than that. There was something magical in the way she’d turned out to be exactly what he’d believed all those years ago. The way that woman was showing herself now. It was so . . . special for him. So satisfying or gratifying or . . . something. Something intangible he couldn’t figure out because he was distracted by her full breasts, her small waist, the sweet flair of her hips, and, God, so much skin. Loads and loads of smooth skin he hadn’t tasted yet.

He reached for her arms, pulling her close, and she melted into him. Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she kissed his mouth, slowly, fully. She was in no hurry. Even though she’d received plenty of her own pleasure, she was staying to make sure he got his.

That was the Delaney he’d seen. The Delaney he’d secretly fallen for all those years ago without ever meeting her. The generous, compassionate, sweet girl who came out during a very small window of time when she didn’t think anyone was looking.

Now she slipped off the bed, pulled off his shoes and socks, then leaned over him to slide his pants and boxers down his hips and thighs, letting them drop to the floor.

When she crawled back onto the bed, she moved like a cat and had a corner of his wallet caught gingerly between her teeth. With her ass in the air, her chest low, she rubbed her breasts along his body until they were chest to chest, and his cock was nestled against the warmth between her legs. And Ethan let his hands and mouth roam.

She dropped the wallet, and it fell between them. “I sure hope you have condoms.” She sounded out of breath and needy again, and Ethan counted his blessings. “Because I’m so ready to take your cock.” She pulled one of his hands between her legs and stroked his fingers over her pussy, coating them with her slick warmth. “
So
ready.”

“Ah, God.” Lust surged through his veins. Ethan made a hungry sound in his throat and gritted his teeth, plunging his fingers deep inside her, getting a feel for what he had in store. And just like everything else about her, even her pussy was better than he’d expected. She was small and tight. Her walls soft and plump. Her G-spot a perfectly placed bubble he could tap easily. Between her sensitive clit and that G-spot, Ethan planned on having this woman writhing in a wild frenzy all damn night.

And he’d be enjoying every fucking minute of it.

“You’re killing me.” She grabbed the wallet and searched inside. “Where is—found it.”

She pulled out a condom and dropped the wallet.

Ethan took the packet, ripped it open, and rolled it on.

“Hey,” she murmured against his neck, kissing a path toward his shoulder. “Maybe I wanted to do that.”

“Next one’s all yours.”

“Deal.” She pulled back, gifting him with a sassy smile, and pushed up on her knees.

Centering her body over him, she guided his cock to her entrance. Ethan reached up and took her chin between his fingers, drawing her gaze to his.

“Look at me when I push inside.”

Licking her lips, she settled the head of his cock in her folds, then pressed her hands flat against his chest. He slid his hand into her hair, and she rested her head there, her gaze focused on his as she slowly lowered. Her wet heat swallowed his head. Luscious pressure that made him growl for more. “Oh, yeah.”

His fingers tightened around the silky strands of her hair. She rose on her knees, pulling him out a fraction of an inch, then sank deeper. And
God
, she was perfect. Her pussy gripped his cock like velvet. Her lids grew heavy as she adjusted again, taking him a little deeper, and her lips parted on a sound of pleasure. Ethan had to use all his focus not to drive his cock home, the way his body demanded.

A few more adjustments, and she finally pushed him all the way in with a throaty, “
Fuck
, that’s good.”

Ethan’s hands were fisted, his teeth clenched, muscles taut. He’d never had a problem lasting before, but he was about ready to unravel now. Delaney primed him too hot. She was too much of everything that turned him on, combined into one woman. She held the starring role in too many of his fantasies.

And she was splayed across his lap, with Ethan’s cock buried inside her tight, slick perfection balls deep. Then she leaned forward, wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her fingers in his hair, and pressed her face to the side of his neck. “So fucking good.”

He wanted to just hold her like this. Make love to her lazily, with long, wet kisses and slow, deep strokes of his cock. Wanted to watch her climb over and over. Wanted to feel her quiver in his arms.

But he also wanted to fuck her. Wanted to push her back, grip her hips, and watch them collide as he pulled her onto his cock with explosive force. Wanted to hear her scream.

He wanted it all.

And before he could decide, she leaned past him, grabbed something on the bed, then pushed his shoulder. “Lay back.”

She’d pulled a pillow forward and kissed him, pushing his head back into the softness. Then straightened, which drove him deeper.

“Je-sus,” he groaned.

Delaney laughed. “If you like that, you’ll love this.” The moonlight shone on her damp skin, outlining her breasts, her belly. She combed her hair off her face, dropped her head back, and gathered the thick mass in her hands, piling it on top of her head. “Because this is where that ride I promised you begins.”

With the sensuality and beauty and skill of a belly dancer, Delaney rocked her hips, drawing his cock out of her juicy warmth to the very tip, then drove him back in with one fluid lunge.

And once the dance began, Ethan was ready to beg for relief. Her movements were slow and methodical and utterly maddening. Push, pull. Glide, stroke.

Watching her whole body undulate as she slowly fucked him crazy was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. He slid his hands over her, feeling the flex of her abs, the softness of her breasts, the hard peaks of her nipples. She was slim and toned and stunningly sexual, and she lost herself in the rhythm, the pleasure, as if she were moving to music.

“After you come, we’re going to see just how long it takes you to get hard inside me again . . .” She leaned back, hands on his knees behind her, and rocked her pelvis, drawing his cock from her body, then driving him back in. She pushed him balls deep again, drawing a chest-deep moan from Ethan, then bent forward, kissed him, and whispered, “And when you’re hard again, I’ll ride you
in reverse
.”

His mind was still spinning when she straightened and picked up the rhythm. And the sight was as wicked as promised—his engorged, slick cock stretching her pussy with each stroke while the rest of her beauty remained on moonlit display. Coupled with the friction, it didn’t take long before Ethan found his fingers digging into her hips, drawing her down on his cock harder and faster, harder and faster, harder and faster.

His orgasm had been building from the moment he’d seen her at Patterson’s, but as much as he wanted this time with Delaney to last, holding out had become more pain than pleasure. Just when he was about to let go, her fingernails bit into his thighs. Her head dropped back. Mouth open. Brow creased in that look of pained bliss.

“Oh, God,” she uttered, her walls pulsing around his cock. “Ah . . . God . . .”

She clenched around Ethan’s cock, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing. That was the most beautiful feeling in the world, having his cock massaged, squeezed, and coated with Delaney Hart’s hot juice. She bowed and jerked and twisted and shivered in what had to be one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever witnessed.

And as Delaney bowed backward, crying out, Ethan’s orgasm hit and demanded more. He gripped her hips and pounded through the demand, his release coming in hard, convulsive waves that wrung out every muscle.

Delaney collapsed on top of him, her weight still on her knees, and they lay there together in a panting, sweaty tangle. For long moments, neither of them moved or spoke.

Then she sighed. A hot knot tightened at the center of Ethan’s chest. A knot that felt strangely . . . good.

And that little “good” put the fear of God into his heart, helping him refocus on the fact that he’d just hooked up with her. Fulfilled a fantasy. Nothing more.

She groaned and pushed off his chest. “I don’t think we need to wait and see how long it takes you to get hard again. You’ve proved ample virility.” When he laughed, she kissed him. “But I’ll still ride you reverse if you’d like.”

“I’d definitely like.”

She eased herself off him and rolled to her back with a sigh.

Ethan rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted. “Jesus Christ, girl . . .”

She bent one knee and tossed a forearm over her eyes. “That was all you, stud.”

He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m probably going to get slapped for this, but . . .” He lifted a hand to protect his face. “Baby, you are one goddamned
epic fuck
.”

Delaney burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she rolled to her side and crossed her arms over her belly. Then, finally out of breath, she opened her eyes and looked at him.