Page 46 of Recklessly, Wildly Yours

I squeeze myself against him, even needier now, but for something else. “Say that again.”

Everything about this moment shifts as Ethan wraps his arms around me, tightly, possessively, and looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. “I want to take my time with you.” His lips brush over mine, grazing me so lightly that I should hardly be affected, but I think this man could affect me from the other side of the world without so much as a touch. “I want to taste every inch of you.” The brush of his lips turns into a whisper of a kiss. “I want my hands all over you.” His kiss deepens. His hands come to my face to hold it. “I want to get to know every hollow of you.” He stares into my eyes. “I can’t speed this up, Miller, because I would be missing out on so much if I did that.”

Our mouths collide, thanks to me. I no longer want him to take things faster, but I desperately need his mouth on mine, and I need that now. I kiss him like a starved woman, and he gives all of that back to me, just as starved.

When we come up for air, he keeps me close, not letting me move an inch. “You’re going to lie down now and you’re going to let me take my time.”

My arms stay tightly around him too. “Is this you being bossy?”

“This is nowhere near me being bossy.”

My core betrays me, loving what he just said even though I’ve sworn off bossy men.

I stay in his arms for a moment longer and then I unwrap myself from him and do as I’ve been told. Ethan hangs on my every move, his gaze intense, and once I’m lying down, he says, “Take your top off.”

Holy god.

One order from him and I can’t comply fast enough.

A second later, I have his eyes on my breasts, and I’ve never enjoyed a man’s eyes on me as much.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he says, moving over me, saying words I believe simply because he said them.

He kisses me again and I let him take all the time he wants. And I love every second of it.

Ethan’s a man who likes to explore. A man who likes to appreciate. His kisses show me how much he enjoys time with me. His erotic touch says he’s turned on by every second he has with my body. And his whispered words let me know he likes what he’s discovering.

When he finally gets to my panties, he peels them off, and with his eyes on mine, he circles my clit with his tongue. The pleasure I feel is indescribable. Unlike any pleasure I’ve experienced.

It’s in my veins, my core, my mind. It’s in my soul.

My back arches up off the bed as he uses his tongue over and over before sucking my clit into his mouth.

“Oh god!” I cry out and when he grasps my ass to lift me higher against his mouth, I curve a leg around his neck.

His stubble grazes my skin as he eats me, his hands hold me firmly, and his tongue, oh his tongue, does filthy, beautiful things to me. And I’m undone.

Ethan lets me go so he can finger fuck me while his tongue goes back to my clit. Every touch, every stroke sends me further into this exquisite oblivion. I come with my eyes closed and my hands tightly gripping the sheet. My orgasm rushes through me, the sensations making it so I forget everything but how good it feels.

All I know is this is bliss.

Pure, amazing, delicious bliss.

I’m boneless by the time Ethan kisses the inside of my thigh and says, “Orgasms look good on you, Miller.”

I crack one eye open. “Do I have to talk right now?”

“No.” He trails more kisses along my thigh. “Are we anticipating another orgasm still or are we thinking you’re about to pass out?”

A smile pushes its way across my face. This man.

I open both eyes and take him in. His dark hair, perfectly messed up from my fingers. His face, his strong jaw, so fucking beautiful. His blazing masculinity that also holds just enough softness that says he’ll do whatever I want while ignoring how turned on he is right now.

I sit up and crawl into his lap, looping my arms around his neck, and kiss him. It’s a deep kiss that I don’t rush, exactly how he prefers, and when I’m finished, I say, “We’re chasing another orgasm, Black. Don’t think you’re getting out of it.”

I reach a hand down between us, and with my eyes still on his, I slip into his sweatpants and find his cock, eliciting a groan from him as I wrap my hand around him and stroke.

He’s got one arm around me and brings the other one up to caress my breast, tweaking my nipple. His eyes are so hooded, his breathing hot and fast as we watch each other while I pump him.

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