The Wildwood: Smolder Part 7

Lane didnt pull away. He didnt stop kissing her either. Instead his mouth became urgent. Insistent. She wound her arms around his neck, pulling him on top of her, but he braced his elbows on the bed, keeping his weight off her.

She wanted to feel him though. Wanted his hard, heavy body to press her into the mattress. Wanted to feel his c.o.c.k against her belly, wanted to swallow his groans and touch him in a way that made him go wild. She wanted it all.

Jesus, Dee, he muttered when she curled her fingers around his length and gripped him tight. Im gonna come all over your hand if you dont watch it.

Sparks of arousal lit just beneath her skin. He spoke like a man who was hanging on to his control by a thread. Did she do that to him? Was his reaction all because of her?

Ill give you a hand job, she said as she gave him a firm stroke. He shuddered against her, his breath hot in her ear. He was like hard, hot velvet in her hand, and she didnt want to ever stop touching him.

He choked out a laugh at her offer. And make all your teenage fantasies come true?

Are you accusing me of having teenage fantasies about you? She rubbed her thumb over the head of his c.o.c.k, spreading the moisture everywhere, and he moaned low in his throat.

I had fantasies about you when you were a teen, he admitted, his mouth on hers, stealing her gasp of surprise.

She nudged at his shoulder with her free hand, halting their kiss. Are you serious? Never had she thought Lane l.u.s.ted after her back then. When shed been dating his brother and she and West had thought Lane was a jerk.

Well, she hadnt thought he was that big of a jerk. More like a hot jerk. A s.e.xy jerk. A jerk she couldnt stop thinking about even while she was dating his brother. Talk about feeling guilty . . .

Dead serious. Felt like s.h.i.+t for it too.

He hung his head, his warm breath wafting across her chest, making her nipples harder. She really wanted to feel his mouth on her nipples. They were extra sensitive, and she figured shed go up in flames upon first touch of his lips.

Id catch you kissing my stupid brother and wish it was me you were kissing.

Oh, that was hot. Seriously, unbelievably hot. Hed liked her back then, which meant hed liked her for years. Theyd wasted all this time. Hed come at her only moments ago like some big dominant out to Christian Grey the s.h.i.+t out of her and now he was being sweet and admitting his teen crush.

On her.

Really?

Really. He looked up at her, grimacing. I shouldve never admitted that.

I love that you admitted it. She pressed her lips together to keep from saying what she really wanted to say. That she was more than halfway in love with him already. They mightve only just started fooling around, but shed known him for so long, yearned for him for years. He was her friend. She trusted him. Liked him"even if he drove her insane half the time. Why was it so ridiculous to consider that she was in love with him?

Oh G.o.d, she was in love with him. Talk about scary. This man didnt do commitment. She was wasting her time falling in love with a man like Lane.

But it was too late. She was in it for the long haul.

Fighting her fears, she raised her head and kissed Lane, her fingers still wrapped around his erection, her other hand resting on the back of his head. He returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm, his tongue thrusting against hers, driving her out of her mind. If he kissed as well as he f.u.c.ked, she was in deep trouble.

Again, too late.

She was already in deep trouble.

Chapter Eight.

LANE HAD HER right where he wanted her. Naked and writhing beneath him, her fingers wrapped tight around his d.i.c.k as they slid up and down in determined strokes. She wanted to get him off. h.e.l.l, shed offered up a hand job"something it seemed no female wanted to do, not anymore. They were too old for that s.h.i.+t.

Or so hed thought. He found it pretty d.a.m.n exciting having her touch him like this. Kiss him like this. He didnt want to crush her, so he kept his body lifted away from hers, but it was becoming harder and harder. His muscles shook. His entire body trembled from the way she touched him, and he knew if he let go hed blow his wad in minutes if not seconds.

And he wanted this to last, d.a.m.n it.

Come here, he told her once he pulled his mouth from hers, needing to catch his breath. She reached for him again, like she couldnt help herself, and he rolled them both over so they were on their sides, facing each other. Her hand fell away from his c.o.c.k, which was probably for the best, but her eyes glowed and her skin was flushed a warm, rosy hue that made his mouth water for the taste of her. We need to slow down.

Why?

Because I want to come inside you, not all over your fingers, he said bluntly.

She lifted her brows, a laugh falling from her lips. Youre crude.

This is nothing. And it wasnt. He could say worse. Do worse. But for some reason, he didnt want to unleash all of that on Delilah anymore. She was too pretty, too special, too close to his heart"

Lane frowned. Wait a minute. He didnt have a heart, was fairly certain that thing had shriveled up and died a long time ago. But there it was, pounding away in his chest, creating its own rhythm that sounded suspiciously like this womans name.

De-li-lah. De-li-lah. De-li-lah.

He rubbed at his chest to ease the ache.

You like to talk dirty? When he didnt answer right away, she laughed again. Ive never really done it before but with you, Im willing to give it a try.

No ones ever said nasty things to you before, Dee? He was shocked. He could make up a dirty poem about her legs alone, right on the spot.

She shook her head, reaching out to drift her fingers across his cheek, along his lips. He kissed the tips, and she jerked her hand away with a soft giggle. Ive never even had a guy tell me he wanted to f.u.c.k me before.

Jealousy reared its ugly green-eyed head, and he pushed it away. He had no business being jealous over some schlumps shed messed around with in her past. Who was he to judge? To worry? To want to rip their heads off and shove them down the toilet right before he flushed them away for good?

Yeah. What the f.u.c.k was wrong with him?

Well, I want to do more than f.u.c.k you. He needed to shock her. Forget this worrying about her heart along with his. Hearts had no place in what they were about to indulge in tonight. He ran his palm along the gentle curve of her waist, noting the s.h.i.+ver that moved through her at his touch. I want to kiss every inch of your skin.

Huh. He meant for that to sound . . . dirtier.

Her eyes glowed in the semidarkness. I like the sound of that.

He smiled. And then I want to nibble on the inside of your thighs.

Mmm. She leaned toward him, a sigh escaping her when he stroked his thumb over her naked hipbone.

I bet youd like that, huh? Tease you a little bit, get you nice and wet. She said nothing in response, and he continued to caress her baby-soft skin. Her belly was smooth and flat, and he slid his hand down, his fingertips grazing her pubic hair. He could feel the heat emanating from between her legs, and his fingers itched to touch her there. Test just how wet she might already be. Im dying to taste you, Dee. You want me to go down on you?

He met her gaze, saw the hesitation on her face. Why? Pretty much every woman hed ever been with enjoyed his oral skills. h.e.l.l, most of the time he believed oral s.e.x was severely underrated.

I-I dont know, she murmured. I dont really like it when . . .

A guy eats your p.u.s.s.y? He said it to shock her, and it worked. Her eyes went big and round and her mouth popped open. Suddenly, the image of him shoving his c.o.c.k between those perfect lips and demanding she suck him off floated through his brain.

Bet shed be real good at it too.

Yeah. That. She nodded, clearly uncomfortable. I never, um, get off that way.

Youre kidding.

Im serious! She made a cute little squirmy motion. I get uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable how? He was genuinely curious. Obviously shed been with the wrong men.

This is embarra.s.sing, she muttered, shaking her head. He drew her into his arms, holding her close, her face pressed against his chest. He slid one hand down the length of her back, until he was cupping one perfect a.s.s cheek, and he held her like that. Savoring the feeling of her in his arms, naked and warm. His c.o.c.k demanded more but he wanted to be patient with her. She deserved that.

Again, a contradiction to how he usually felt when it came to women and s.e.x, but Delilah was proving yet again to be the exception to his normally firm rules.

Dont be embarra.s.sed, he told her, pressing a kiss to her temple. Tell me.

Fine. She blew out a harsh breath. Im always afraid I might, I dont know, take too long to come? Maybe it smells down there? Maybe it doesnt taste good? Maybe Im too wet or making weird noises or . . . c.r.a.p. Ive never said this to anyone before. She tried to jerk out of his hold, but he banded his arms around her, keeping her pinned to him. Forget I admitted any of this.

No way. I cant. Im going to show you just how amazing you really are. He released his hold on her and pushed her back so she was lying on the bed, those big brown eyes blinking up at him. Relax, baby. He ran his fingers across her collarbone, then down, along the tops of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, teasing her nipples. Let me show you how good this can be. Between us, he almost added. But he didnt.

She nodded and remained quiet, which was very un-Delilah-like. Not that he was complaining.

Her compliancy, he had to admit, was a total turn-on.

He kissed her neck, her chest, her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Drew his tongue in tight circles around one nipple, then the other, before pulling the first one into his mouth and giving it a deep suck. She cupped the back of his head, holding him to her as he continued to suck and lick her nipples, her fingers tight in his hair and making him wince. But he didnt mind. Her moans and the way she s.h.i.+fted beneath him indicated that she loved the attention he was lavis.h.i.+ng on her perfect, peach-colored nipples.

Slipping away from her hands, he s.h.i.+fted lower, brus.h.i.+ng his mouth across her quivering stomach, licking a circle around her navel. Her scent grew stronger and he knew without a doubt her p.u.s.s.y was wet.

He couldnt wait to taste her.

Slowly he moved down the length of her body, teasing her. Kissing a path along the outside of her thighs, her knees, her calves, making her moan in frustration. Then moving back up, pus.h.i.+ng her legs apart, he kissed the inside of her soft thighs, nibbling the skin there, her fingers impatient as she tried to guide him to where she really wanted him.

Be patient, he urged. A frustrated growl sounded low in her throat, making him chuckle.

Im actually enjoying this, she said, flopping back against the pillows and closing her eyes. Dont ruin it for me.

As if he could. Right now, this moment was all about her. He wanted her focused on her pleasure, not worrying about those other silly little things that had distracted her in the past. He took his time kissing her slender inner thighs, making himself crazy with want every time he cast a glance at her pretty pink, glistening center. He enjoyed the way she squirmed as she arched closer to his mouth.

For a woman who said she wasnt comfortable with this sort of thing, she seemed pretty d.a.m.n comfortable with him. And he liked that, because it meant that the other guys werent doing it for her.

But he was.

You smell so d.a.m.n good, he murmured as he readjusted himself so he was once more face-to-p.u.s.s.y. She slung her arm over her eyes, seemingly embarra.s.sed, but he continued on. Youre wet, Dee.

Lane . . . Her voice was a warning he ignored.

I cant wait to taste you. He dropped a kiss just above her pubic hair, then moved lower, his tongue darting out to lick at her swollen c.l.i.t just once. Just to rea.s.sure her he knew exactly where it was. f.u.c.k, just as good as I thought youd be.

She jolted against him when he licked her, and he did it again, and again, circling his tongue around her c.l.i.t, sucking it between his lips, sliding a finger deep inside her. Delilah groaned so loud it surprised him, and he knew he could make her come like this. It would be so d.a.m.n easy . . .

A ringtone ripped through the room, startling them both. Followed by another. And another. It was his motherf.u.c.king phone.

Worst. Timing. Ever.

Trying to ignore the incessant ringing, he concentrated on bringing Delilah to the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m, adding another finger as he started to slip them in and out of her welcoming body. She worked with him, moving her arm away from her eyes so she could watch him. Their gazes held as she set her body to its own rhythm, her hips rising, soft sighs filling the air around them, the ringing long gone.

Until it started up again seconds later, the sound loud and shrill.

Jesus Christ.

Her hips fell, and she released a shuddering breath. You should go answer it, she whispered.

f.u.c.k that, he said, his voice m.u.f.fled against her flesh. But she was right. He should at least check who it was. What if it was his mom or Wren or work?

d.a.m.n it, his concentration was shot to h.e.l.l.

Growling, he moved away from Delilah and stood, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth as he want to his dresser, where his phone sat. He picked it up, squinting at the name that flashed across the screen.

It was West.

Who is it? Delilah asked as she sat up, her hair a wild mess about her head, the color high in her cheeks, her eyes hazy with l.u.s.t. d.a.m.n it, shed been so f.u.c.king close only to have the moment ruined by his stupid baby brother.

Figured.

West, he gritted out as the phone went silent. Youd think hed text me if I wont pick up. His phone beeped at that exact moment, like West was some sort of mind reader.

New fire. Looks suspicious.

I need to call him. d.a.m.n it, the arsonist. He couldnt ignore West, not now. He shot a quick glance in Delilahs direction, guilt settling over him. He went to her, grabbed the back of her head, and pressed his mouth to hers for a long, fierce kiss. Ill be right back.

She nodded, seemingly in a daze. Okay.

He exited the bedroom and hit Wests number, relieved that he answered just after the first ring. Whats going on? Lane asked.

Five-acre fire out on the east side of the lake. Vegetation. Already mostly put out, West answered. Lane could hear voices in the background, the relentless beep, beep, beep of a large vehicle backing up. Figured youd want to know about the arson possibilities.

Who says its arson? The fire sounded fairly typical to him. These small vegetation fires near the lake rarely threatened homes and lives. Likely, they were set by some dumba.s.ses who didnt know what the h.e.l.l they were doing.

Tate does. And so does the prevention guy. Josh. Lanes lips curled into a snarl at first mention of the a.s.sholes name. Mainly because they spoke to a witness who saw a car flee the scene just as the fire started.

That piqued Lanes interest. How long are you guys going to be out there?

Josh showed up a few minutes ago. Hes investigating now.

Ill be there in twenty. Lane hung up, excitement pumping in his veins. A different type of excitement compared with what hed been feeling with Delilah only moments ago.