His mouth kicked up on one side. He lay half on top of her, with most of his weight on the floor, his thigh between hers.
His fingers left her breast for her mouth and traced her lips. “Like what?”
“Stroke yourself
as you watched me.” She held his gaze and licked his fingers as they passed. He made a pleasant sound in his throat as she went on. “Tell me what to do and how to do it. Have me pleasure you exactly to your liking while I was naked and you were fully dressed.” Her voice grew softer, his eyes sharper, and the intimacy of the moment seemed sharply intense. “Make me kneel between your legs. Make me say please.”
He slipped his hand around the back of her neck and searched her eyes for long, tense moments. “You’re so . . .” He shook his head as if he either couldn’t or didn’t want to put all his thoughts into words in the moment. “God. Am I caught in a dream? Am I going to wake up and find you gone? A remnant of a fantasy?”
She smiled. “I would make sure to fulfill your fantasies if you’d let go of my hands. Because I want to touch you really bad.”
He sighed and let his gaze and his touch drift down her body. “My turn to go slow.”
His fingers traced the outline of her bra again, then pop, it snapped open between her breasts. The backs of his fingers skimmed her flesh, brushing the bra cups away, teasing her nipples into tight, hypersensitive peaks, and turning her skin to fire.
She squeezed her eyes closed to gather her control. She was panting, her pussy throbbing, and he hadn’t even—
His mouth closed over one nipple. Warm, tight suction shot a current through her chest and up her spine, and she arched beneath him. “Jesus.”
Delaney worked one hand free and gripped a handful of the shirt on his back, pulling toward his head. But he was focused on eating at her breast like a peach, grazing her with his teeth, licking and sucking. Then he moved to another area and started all over.
“I can’t take this foreplay.” She’d grown light-headed, dizzy. Supremely frustrated. “I need you in a seriously hard-core way.”
He closed his teeth firmly on her nipple. Delaney gasped, but the pain shot pleasure straight between her legs. Releasing the pressure, he licked at the burn, leaving Delaney’s entire body on fire.
“You’re talking my language, baby,” he murmured against her skin. “And the better I know your body, the better I can fuck you. Hard-core.”
His free hand slid over her belly and slipped beneath the waistband of her skirt. Delaney wiggled beneath him, tilted her head to bring her mouth close to his ear. “Yes. Touch me.”
Ethan rolled over her and lifted to his knees. Delaney took the opportunity to draw the shirt over his head, and he had to release her hand to get it off.
But as soon as she tossed it aside, Delaney realized she had no way to hold on to him now. He moved lower, unfastened the side zipper of her skirt, and sat back on his heels as he slipped it down her thighs with her panties.
The hardwood was cold beneath her, and a flash of reality broke through the lust. She was lying butt naked on the floor of a stranger’s house, ready to beg him to fuck her.
God, she hadn’t done this in years.
Hell, maybe ever.
She was certainly impulsive. A woman who knew what she wanted and went for it. But this . . . this was definitely off her spontaneous charts.
The fact that her recklessness shot another thrill through her veins probably should have raised a warning flag. But nope. Looking at Ethan, sitting back on his heels, staring at her with undisguised white-hot desire, raised no negative flags. Not a one. Though it did pull up nerves.
He covered her knees with his palms, brought them parallel with his body, and dropped a kiss to one kneecap. “I should ask you if you want to move to the bed.”
He added pressure, pushing her knees apart while slowly kissing his way up the inside of one thigh. Delaney curled one hand into a fist, digging her nails into her palm, reminding herself to take this slow. The way her life was going, it would probably be a very long time before she met another man she wanted to sleep with. She threaded the fingers of her other hand into his hair.
Midway up her thigh, one of his big hands on each, he switched his kisses to the other side. “Or the couch.”
Delaney bit her lip and watched him. The sight of that blond head moving between her legs, those big, tan hands against her light skin, his wide, muscled shoulders at her thighs, shot blood straight to her sex.
“Or at least the carpet.” He paused with her thighs spread until her hips ached, his gaze directly on her pussy, which she knew was dripping wet. “But there is just something about finishing what you start where you start it that’s so hot. Like you were so into each other you couldn’t wait. Couldn’t think about anything but getting at each other. Didn’t care where or when, just had to have them. I haven’t had that with anyone in a damn long time.” He released one thigh and stroked a finger through her wet folds. The touch on her oversensitized, yearning tissues made Delaney suck in a breath and shiver. “And I so want to finish you right here on this floor.”
He pulled her lower legs over his shoulders, bent, and pushed his hands under her ass, then lifted her hips as he lowered his head.
And smothered her pussy with his mouth.
Delaney cried out in surprise. Then pressure and heat exploded between her legs. She arched, and her eyes rolled back in her head on a throaty sound of pleasure. And when his mouth moved, when his tongue worked, when his hums and growls vibrated over her, all her words, all her thoughts evaporated until she was floating in a delirious cloud of excitement so intense her body was possessed with quivers and jerks.