Page 54 of Reckless

It’s too much and notenough.

I writhe beneath him, out of my mind when he palms my thigh and thrusts against me. Out of my mind when he sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. Out of my mind when he reaches between mylegs.

An appreciative growl rumbles in hischest.

“I love that you’re so wet,” he mutters againstme.

Of course I’m wet.I want to tell him how much he turns me on, but my mouth can’t formwords.

Leaning back, he bunches my skirt at my waist and traces the damp fabric between my legsagain.

When he pulls the pink lace to the side, I spread my legs more and let himlook.

I want him tolook.

I want him to see what he does tome.

“Love this, baby. Love that you’re bare,” hegroans.

His eyes stay pinned to where his finger rubs me in smallcircles.

“Oh, my God.” My breath stutters, and I reach for my breasts to pinch my nipples, wanting that bite ofpain.

I’mclose.

So close that when he slides a thick finger into me, Igasp.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” The word leaves my lips, increasing like a crescendo when he adds a secondfinger.

But it’s the first swipe of his tongue that leaves mebreathless.

My chant grows louder. Unintelligible. A guttural garble of pleasure andpleading.

I thread my fingers through his hair and hold him to me. Brazenly lift my hips for more. Tense and strain as Iclimb.

Until I’m on theedge.

The sound of him licking me seems so dirty but feels so right that I can’t help but cry out when he finds that perfect rhythm—filling me deep and hard but stroking me so softly with his wetmouth.

In a burst, I come apart, the dark sky turning a brilliant white behind my clenchedeyes.

It’s a long minute before I can move, during which a million emotions bubble up behind mybreastbone.

The most urgent one crystallizes when Ethan moves overme.

I wantmore.

So much more than onenight.

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Ethan

Letme just say that when a beautiful woman comes apart in your arms, it makes you take stock of yourlife.

A few weeks ago, I was miserable. No two ways about it. Miserable that I hadn’t been able to keep my family together. Miserable that I was working so much. Miserable that life hadn’t turned out the way Iplanned.

Right now, though? Despite the painful erection biting into the zipper of my jeans, I feel pretty damncontent.

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