Free Discovering Delilah (Harborside Nights, Book 2) by Melissa Foster Page A

grinds against my thigh. Every reservation I had last night evaporates. I don’t care if I do anything right.I need to touch her. I hold her against me with my free hand, unwilling to ease the pressure, unwilling to chance her changing her mind. Her fingernails dig into mine, and the cedar siding scrapes the back of my hand. I don’t care. The mix of pain and pleasure is hotter than hell, and this . Ashley’s lips on mine, her body forming to mine, it takes me to a plane I’ve never experienced. It’s surrealand hot and delicious and sexy at once. I push through the feeling that I’m stuck in a fantasy, because if I am, I never want it to end.
    She buries her hand in my hair and deepens the kiss, still holding my other hand captive beside my head. Her glorious tongue claims my mouth, possessive and hard. Then she tugs my hair and nips at my lower lip, which makes me go a little crazy. I push myfingers beneath her skirt and fill my palms with her perfect ass. It’s still not enough. I hear myself moaning, pleading for more. I need to feel her flesh, not her silky underwear. I shove my hand beneath the material and—another greedy moan escapes from my lungs into hers—her ass is soft and firm. I can’t believe she’s letting me do this, but she is, and she’s taking, taking, taking everything I’mwilling to give. She grazes her teeth over my earlobe, and I feel like I’ve touched a live wire.
    “I’ve wanted you from the moment I met you,” she says, fast and needful, against my ear.
    “Oh God, Ash. Take me .”
    She draws back and searches my eyes. “Delilah.” It’s a heated whisper. “You’re…I wasn’t sure.”
    “Neither was I.”
    I can’t wait another second to kiss her again. Our fingersare still clutched together beside my head. She slips her free hand beneath my blousy summer top, still holding my gaze, and touches my stomach. My skin prickles with need. I want to close my eyes and revel in her first touch of my breast, but I can’t. I want to see the heat in her eyes when she touches me. She presses her hand to my waist, and it feels sinfully good as her soft hands move upand over my rib cage, then higher still, brushing over the side of my breast. We’re both barely breathing as her thumb lightly passes over my nipple, and I melt against her.
    “You’re so beautiful, Delilah. I’m never going to get enough of you.”
    Months of repressed desire come out in four confident words. “Take more of me.”
    Her eyes widen, then narrow as her lips curve into a cunningsmile. Her hand presses flat and hard against my breast and moves in a slow circular motion, sending heat between my legs. She tugs my bra strap down my arm. She’s still holding my gaze, and I don’t know how I’m still standing. All I can think is, More, more, more . It feels dangerous in the dark alcove, with the party beating just beyond the wall behind us. And it makes me dizzy with desire. I want dangerous with Ashley. I need dangerous to break free of the walls I’ve built around myself.
    She slides the strap of my shirt down next, baring my breast to the cool night air. I feel my nipple tighten, and when she lowers her mouth and laves it with her tongue, my head tips back and I close my eyes. Heaven. She grazes her teeth over the taut peak, making my hips shoot off the wall, andI ride her thigh as she rode mine. Writhing against her, getting wetter by the second, closer to coming apart. She frees my other breast, and my shirt falls, hitching around my shorts, leaving me bare from the waist up. I should be afraid, nervous, embarrassed to be so exposed with all those people nearby, but I’m not any of those things. I’m so excited I barely care that they’re there. It helpsto know that no one will come around this side of the house. No one ever does, and I wouldn’t stop Ashley if my life depended on it.
    I want this. I want her. Being with her feels completely different from being with Janessa. Ashley’s not my