“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.