Page 45 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

I thread my fingers into his hair and wrap one of my legs around his body while we lose ourselves in the pleasure. Ethan settles his weight over me, slides his hands along my jaw and into my hair, and kisses me like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted to do.

We spend so long kissing. Just kissing. It’s unlike any sex I’ve ever had. It’s actual making out and I am here for it.

When Ethan finally lets my mouth go and lifts his face, he says, “Fuck, I could do that with you for hours.”

He unleashes a million butterflies in my stomach with that declaration.

The corners of my mouth curve into a smile and I glide my fingers from his hair down to his shoulders. “Me too.”

He traces his gaze over my face, taking his time, and I get the impression Ethan isn’t a man who gets in, takes what he wants, and gets out fast. I think I’ve found a man who dedicates himself to pleasure.

He kisses my jaw. “So, we’re done with your doubt now?”

I grasp his face and pull his mouth back to mine and we go back to making out. This time, my hands are all over Ethan’s chest and his abs. His muscles. I’ve never touched muscles like his.

I end our kiss, breathless and needy. “The only doubt I have is about why your hands aren’t on me?”

His mouth kicks up, sexy. His eyes heat some more. “Why are we in such a rush, Miller?”

“Because I’m way past ready for my first orgasm.”

He arches a brow and he even makes that look hot. “Your first? You’re making some pretty big assumptions there. I might not have more than one in me.”

I roll my eyes. “Seriously, I’m pretty sure you’re not the kind of guy who doesn’t hand out orgasms like they’re going out of fashion.”

More of that sexy grin. And then another kiss that curls my toes and steals my breath. “How many are we talking here?”

I grind myself against his hard length, my impatience for him reaching new heights. “Is this a ploy to make me so desperate for your dick that I’ll beg you for it?”

The look in his eyes says this is exactly that, but he doesn’t answer me. Instead, he kisses his way down my neck to my throat, then down to my chest. He pushes my silk cami up so it bunches at my throat and starts kissing one of my breasts, and is almost to my nipple when he glances up at me. “Is this hell yet?”

I recall what he said earlier and put it all together. “This is you returning the favor?”

He sucks my nipple into his mouth. But only for enough of a moment that the pleasure hits my veins and then gets interrupted. “It’s only fair,” he murmurs, and I hear the distraction in his voice. I hear just how much it’s taking for him to slow this down.

I bury my fingers in his hair and tighten my leg around him. “You are hell on a woman, Black,” I breathe. “In case you weren’t aware.”

“Fuck,” he rasps before teasing my nipple with a lick and then a hint of a bite. And then, then, he finally stops teasing and gives me what I want.

He spends an exorbitant amount of time with my body. He uses his hands, mouth, tongue, teeth. It turns out that when Ethan Black dedicates himself to something, he goes all in. Nothing can sway him from what he’s doing, not even me.

He edges me closer and closer to my first orgasm, all without touching me where I really want him to, and when I try to shift his attention to my pussy, he takes hold of my wrists and pins them to the bed, not stopping what he’s doing with his mouth for even a second.

“Ethan,” I whimper. “I need your mouth on my pussy.”

His grip on my wrists tightens as he looks up at me. “Soon.”

When he goes back to my breasts, I take matters into my own hands. I’ve never been this bold during sex, but Ethan makes me feel more confident than I’ve ever felt.

I force my hands free and push his chest, and then we’re sitting up and I’m in his lap with my arms around his neck. The approval in his eyes spurs me on. “Soon is too far away.”

He presses a kiss to my neck before looking at me with a mixture of amusement and lust. “I wouldn’t have picked you as needy.”

“And I wouldn’t have picked you as being so slow, grandpa.”

He chuckles but the sound dies quickly on his lips as heat fills his eyes again. “I want to take my time with you, Maddie.”

And just like that, I melt.

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