Forbidden Fling (Wildwood 1)

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.

Damn, she was beautiful.

And, he was beginning to fear, the one woman who might be able to break his no-ties rule.

Which meant it was a good thing she wouldn’t be in town long. Because her leaving ASAP would eliminate two potential problems before they became problems—him wanting a relationship that wouldn’t work, and her discovering who she’d really slept with.

FOUR

Delaney leaned her butt against the hood of her Jeep and turned her face up to the morning sky. At 9:00 a.m. the sun was gentle and warm. The crisp early fall air created a fresh contrast, helping her wake up after a night of barely any sleep and way too much fun.

That man hit the top of her best everything list—best body, best cock, best mouth, absolutely, hands-down best moves.

Talk about an epic fuck . . .

Remembering the moment he’d said that made her laugh, and even to her own ears she sounded like a damn schoolgirl.

“Man, what a night.” One she was sure she’d remember the rest of her life. She closed her eyes, and a tingle of excitement tripped through her.

Ethan had still been sleeping when she’d stolen out of his house at 6:00 a.m. and snuck into Phoebe’s before she woke and found Delaney had been gone all night. She smiled, remembering Ethan sprawled facedown on the bed, passed out, nothing but a sheet partially covering his great ass.

Apart from being a phenomenal lover—as in borderline prodigious—he was also funny. And pretty damned sweet. When she’d gone to the bathroom during the night, she could see he’d been renovating the cottage, and doing a fine job of it, too. Which meant they even had interests in common.

But none of that mattered. Ethan lived in Wildwood, and Delaney couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Besides, she didn’t do relationships.

And she shouldn’t have to remind herself of that.

The hum of an engine drew her gaze to the drive, where her aunt’s burgundy Cadillac sedan turned in, forcing Delaney to put the delectable Ethan out of her mind.

She crossed her arms as Phoebe pulled into a spot beside her Jeep. Her aunt lifted her sunglasses and narrowed her eyes on Delaney’s face, then spoke through the open window. “You look awfully chipper for having such a late night.”

Delaney cringed internally. She’d expected Phoebe to be in a deep sleep when she snuck back into the house that morning, and getting caught put a damper on the fresh outlook on life Ethan had given her last night.