Page 53 of Brewbies
With a smooth, if abrupt, move, she hinged at the hips and tucked her body around with the grace and strength of a gymnast, unfurling as she flipped herself upright. Splitting her legs, she locked them around his torso and slid down to face him on the swing, releasing her feet to dangle behind them.
Straddling him on the swing, she finally released the ropes, shaking out her hands before resting them on his shoulders for balance.
Shit.He should have done the safe thing and stayed home. A good man knew his own weaknesses and was extra vigilant against them.
Darby Dunwell exploited every single one.
And uncovered a few more he’d not known he had.
“You’re thinking you never should have come here tonight,” she purred against his ear, grinding her ass against the erection he’d been ignoring for longer than he’d like to admit.
Ethan was instantly suffused with tension. His muscles locked as she enfolded herself around him. His jaw locked against a moan.
Her thin cotton pants and matching strappy camisole were the shittiest barriers to her curves, providing easy access points to the skin he could seewas bare beneath.
He should say something.
Do something.
Stand up.
Set her down.
Walk away.
Any one or a combination of those things.
Any minute now.
But it was her eyes that did him in. Liquid pools of desire underscored with something he was convinced must be a trick of the moonlight. A latent vulnerability. Unspoken need.
“You’re thinking about how much you want to kiss me,” she informed him in a breathy timbre. “Despite everything.”
A wild, whispered breeze carried away the last of his doubts and fears, replaced by an armed calm that made everything else seem insignificant.
They both should be somewhere else.
And yet here they were. Together, connected, alive.
Releasing the ropes, Ethan moved to cup her face, barely daring to touch her lest he break something precious beyond repair.
His breath shook.
Her fine muscles twitched.
The moon shone.
The air moved.
He didn’t take her lips, but sampled them first. Small, brushing strokes. Delicious little tastes interrupted by the passing caresses of his thumbs over the sensitized rim of her mouth.
A deeper kiss. And another. Pressing his lips to hers with a sensation so soft and glorious it felt like coming home.
Darby’s reaction matched his. Tentative. Searching. Questioning.
This was a discovery they’d not slowed down to make before. Different flavors and textures. Curious reactions.
She slid her hands up his shoulders and threaded her fingers through the crisp-cut layers of hair at the base of his neck. A firework of sparks and heat ignited from the inside out, consuming him with its intensity until not even ash remained of his past self or future plans.
