gaze swimming in liquid heat. “How close do you live?”
“Around the corner.”
Her gaze scanned his face while her hands slid down his chest and his belly, covered his crotch, and squeezed. Sensation rocketed through his groin, swamped his belly, pushed up his spine. He clenched his teeth, and both hands fisted in her hair.
She pulled in a little gasp, winced, then smiled. “Do that too hard, and I’ll come right here.”
His mind slipped out from under his tight control, his thoughts turning a little crazy. Just split flashes of sex so wild it hurt—body and soul.
“Let’s go.” She covered his hands with hers and eased them from her hair, then pulled cash from her purse, dropped it on the bar, and led him to the door. Outside, she asked, “Which—”
He turned, body-slammed her against the wall of the bar, and kissed her silent.
She’d known he was different from the moment she’d seen him standing in the dark at The Bad Seed. No guy snuck up on a woman alone in the dark. No one but an idiot or a savior. This guy was a little of both. He was an idiot for wanting her when he knew who she was, knew what she’d been. He was a savior because she really needed the escape he offered, needed to feel wanted.
She also really needed to believe great sex still existed, and the way he was kissing her, his tongue stroking and plunging in the same erotic way she wanted his cock penetrating her body, promised complete and total oblivion.
When he broke for air, she said, “I really need to know one thing.”
He froze. All the fluid heat drained from his body in a way that told her he had something to hide. But even if he hadn’t already denied being married, Delaney would have known he wasn’t by the way Phoebe didn’t ask about his significant other. And if he were potentially dangerous, a warning would have been the first thing out of her aunt’s mouth after he’d walked away earlier.
It was the way he pulled back and looked directly into her eyes when he said, “Ask me anything” that told her whatever skeleton hung in his closet didn’t make a damn bit of difference to her.
“Please tell me you fuck as good as you kiss.”
Surprise flashed in his eyes. The almost-arrogant tilt to his mouth gave her another shot of heat between her legs. “Sorry, sugar. I don’t.” His straight white teeth glimmered in the dim light. “I fuck better than I kiss.”
She slumped against the building. “Oh, thank God.” Pushing off the wall, she took hold of his hand and started for the sidewalk. “Which way to your house?”
“Left. Then left at the next street. Four up on the left.”
She leaned down and pulled off one heel, then the other. “Left, left, fourth one, left.”
Then started running.
He called her crazy. Told her they were going to trip and break their necks. Said if they hurt themselves, she’d never find out how great he was in bed.
When she reached house number four, she released his hand, took a shortcut across the grass, and jogged the steps to the porch.
“Oh, man,” he called, racing around to the walk and meeting up with her just as she touched the door handle. “You’re such a cheater.”
She was laughing and breathless when his arms wrapped around her waist from behind. Then his mouth closed on her neck, and his hungry moan transitioned into a growl. His hands rose, cupping her breasts, squeezing. Then one gripped her face and turned her head toward her shoulder, where his mouth waited to cover hers while he continued to caress her breasts and his rigid cock rocked against her ass.
Oh, yes.
Yes, yes, yes. She needed this.
Lust. Pleasure. Escape.
He broke the kiss and spun her around, then lifted her before her brain had stopped twirling and pinned her against the door with his body. He pulled her skirt up to her hips and dragged her legs around him. Then he sank in, pressing his erection against her heat in one solid, luxurious push.
Lust spiked from her pelvis outward. Delaney dropped her head against the door, opened her mouth to tell him she wanted more, but he covered it with his. Kissed her long and slow and deep, coordinating the movement of his tongue with the thrust and roll of his hips.
She turned her head to draw air and fumbled for the door handle. Pressed the lever.
The door opened. She and Ethan fell inward.
“Holy—” He broke their fall with one hand.