Forbidden Fling (Wildwood 1)

He was a god with his mouth. He knew just how to draw her to the edge of climax only to change focus and build pleasure from another direction. His tongue swirled and plunged and stroked. Lips tugged and suckled. Until she was lifting her hips off the floor, rocking toward his mouth, begging him for release. “Please. Please, Ethan.”

He tilted his head and directed his tongue expertly to her clit. Then closed his lips gently over the hidden bud and sucked, sucked, sucked—

“Fuck . . .” She flew off the ledge.

Her orgasm blasted through her pelvis and up her spine, arching her back and shivering through her limbs. So good. So sweet. She floated in the haze of pleasure, her mind drifting back in pieces. Ethan’s arms were wrapped under and around her thighs now, his cheek pressed against one. She smiled. Her breaths came quick and shallow. Her heart beat hard. And her body . . . her body felt as though it was popping with raw energy pulses.

Ethan’s kisses moved from her thigh to her sex again, and his tongue bathed a path up the center. A shock of arousal rekindled, and Delaney pulled in a sharp breath and opened her eyes just as Ethan opened his mouth over her again. And with his eyes open and intent on hers, he deliberately, methodically, began working her back toward the peak.

She covered his hands on her thighs. “Ethan—”

He sucked harder, cutting off her words.

“Ah, fuck.” She dropped her head back.

He threaded their fingers and trapped her hands. And when she lifted her head again, dizzy from the rush, his hot eyes watched her every second as she rose, watched as she struggled to peak while he held it just out of reach, no matter how she moved or rocked her hips.

“God, please—”

That’s all it took for his lips to add suction, for his tongue to flick harder and faster, for his incredible mouth to push her to climax.

This orgasm was more intense. A single, sharp, almost painful peak of pleasure and an equally quick drop back into reality, leaving Delaney spinning and panting, wondering what the hell he was doing to her.

“Jesus Christ . . .” Her sex throbbed. Her skin sizzled with sensitivity. “Maybe it’s time for that bed or that couch now.”

She pulled one hand from his to push up to sitting, but Ethan didn’t let go. His gaze was between her legs.

“I love the way you respond,” he murmured, almost as if he were speaking to himself, maybe in another world. He pursed his lips and blew over her wet sex. Sensation washed across her sex and prickled her skin. And, yes, excitement spiked. “I can’t wait to fuck you.” He moved t

heir joined hands to separate her folds and blew again, making Delaney wriggle. “I can’t wait to have my cock buried in you. Can’t wait to drive into this sweet, wet pussy.”

Then he licked her, and her body responded, and Delaney whimpered.

Ethan chuckled. A low, sexy, devilish chuckle that created both pleasure and unease. “Oh, man, the things we could do.” He covered her, sucked, and licked until her hips were lifting toward his mouth. He’d definitely learned how her body responded. Could put his mouth on her and go from zero to orgasm in just a few seconds now. When he pulled his mouth away, he said, “How do you feel about restraints?”

“You mean these?” she said, her voice dripping frustrated sarcasm as she lifted her hands confined in his.

He laughed. His eyes sparkled deviously. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

And he started eating her again.

“Ethan . . . payback’s a bitch.”

His chuckle vibrated over her, tantalizing her nerves into a mini-orgasm. But that wasn’t enough for Ethan; his tongue continued to spiral around her exposed clit, so sensitive now, the mere touch pushed her right to the edge again. One soft scrape of his teeth, a long, slow lick to soothe, and Delaney went flying.

Still shivering, she used all her strength to shift back and away. “No more. No more. Need a break.”

He growled in frustration, and his teeth sank into the flesh of her inner thigh just until the sting made her gasp. Then he licked the flesh, pushed to his hands and knees, and kissed a path over her still-quivering belly.

“Oh . . . my God . . .” She couldn’t pull her mind together. All she could do was lie there with her body soaked in the splendor of absolute and total release.

Ethan swept his gaze over her body. “Goddamn you’re gorgeous.”

She was thinking the same thing about him. Lights shining in from the street painted his muscular body in moving shadows, and she lifted a hand to slide her fingers over all the ridges in his belly.

“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.