Free Forbidden Fling (Wildwood Book 1) by Skye Jordan Page A

she kissed him. “But I’ll still ride you reverse if you’d like.”
    “I’d definitely like.”
    She eased herself off him and rolled to her back with a sigh.
    Ethan rubbed a hand over his face, suddenly exhausted. “Jesus Christ, girl . . .”
    She bent one knee and tossed a forearm over her eyes. “That was all you, stud.”
    He closed his eyes and shook his head. “I’m probably going to get slapped for this, but . . .” He lifted a hand to protect his face. “Baby, you are one goddamned epic fuck .”
    Delaney burst out laughing. She laughed so hard she rolled to her side and crossed her arms over her belly. Then, finally out of breath, she opened her eyes and looked at him.
    Damn , she was beautiful.
    And, he was beginning to fear, the one woman who might be able to break his no-ties rule.
    Which meant it was a good thing she wouldn’t be in town long. Because her leaving ASAP would eliminate two potential problems before they became problems—him wanting a relationship that wouldn’t work, and her discovering who she’d really slept with.

FOUR
    Delaney leaned her butt against the hood of her Jeep and turned her face up to the morning sky. At 9:00 a.m. the sun was gentle and warm. The crisp early fall air created a fresh contrast, helping her wake up after a night of barely any sleep and way too much fun.
    That man hit the top of her best everything list—best body, best cock, best mouth, absolutely, hands-down best moves.
    Talk about an epic fuck . . .
    Remembering the moment he’d said that made her laugh, and even to her own ears she sounded like a damn schoolgirl.
    “Man, what a night.” One she was sure she’d remember the rest of her life. She closed her eyes, and a tingle of excitement tripped through her.
    Ethan had still been sleeping when she’d stolen out of his house at 6:00 a.m. and snuck into Phoebe’s before she woke and found Delaney had been gone all night. She smiled, remembering Ethan sprawled facedown on the bed, passed out, nothing but a sheet partially covering his great ass.
    Apart from being a phenomenal lover—as in borderline prodigious—he was also funny. And pretty damned sweet. When she’d gone to the bathroom during the night, she could see he’d been renovating the cottage, and doing a fine job of it, too. Which meant they even had interests in common.
    But none of that mattered. Ethan lived in Wildwood, and Delaney couldn’t get out of here fast enough. Besides, she didn’t do relationships.
    And she shouldn’t have to remind herself of that.
    The hum of an engine drew her gaze to the drive, where her aunt’s burgundy Cadillac sedan turned in, forcing Delaney to put the delectable Ethan out of her mind.
    She crossed her arms as Phoebe pulled into a spot beside her Jeep. Her aunt lifted her sunglasses and narrowed her eyes on Delaney’s face, then spoke through the open window. “You look awfully chipper for having such a late night.”
    Delaney cringed internally. She’d expected Phoebe to be in a deep sleep when she snuck back into the house that morning, and getting caught put a damper on the fresh outlook on life Ethan had given her last night.
    “What happened to sleeping in?” Delaney asked. “It used to take a crowbar to get you out of bed before ten.”
    “I have a business to run.” She stood from the car with a crate of coffees in one hand and a pink pastry box in the other and closed the door with a bump of her hip. “One of my girls called in sick. I had to get the store ready to open and her shift covered.”
    “Don’t you look like a spring angel in the midst of fall?” Delaney took in her aunt’s gauzy white blouse and her silver hair waving softly to her shoulders. Her still-smooth skin glowed, the apples of her cheeks were still high, and her clear blue eyes still sparkled. Her dark-blue jeans hugged slim curves, and she’d slipped on those sparkly sandals again. “God, I hope I look as good as you do when I’m your