Rope 'Em by Delphine Dryden

Author:Delphine Dryden [Dryden, Delphine]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-01-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Go big or go home. Victoria figured if she was going to jump into bed—or sleeping bag—with Ethan Hill, the best approach was brazen and dauntless. Even if, now that she’d pulled her bra stunt, she suddenly felt too exposed and like she’d gotten ahead of herself.

A lot of the rope high had worn off on the trek up the hill, and now uncertainty was creeping through the lust haze. What if he found her too forward? What if he’d wanted to take things slow, be romantic instead of going at it like rabid bunnies?

He took way too long to respond to her flippant, Where were we? Or possibly her anxiety stretched the time out because when he did answer, he didn’t seem at all displeased.

He stepped toward her, right into her space, until his chest was almost brushing her nipples, and found one of her hands with his. “We were already here.” He put her hand back over his cock, pressing his much larger one over it to shape her fingers around the curves. “Which surprised me, I won’t lie, but I’m willing to roll with whatever pace you want to set.”

God, he felt good. In her hand, in her air, in her head. She squeezed firmly, making him groan and rock his hips a little. “That’s mighty big of you.”

“Oh, God.” He huffed out a laugh and put his hand on her cheek the way he had during the scene. This time he didn’t let go but stroked his thumb across her lower lip. “The mouth on you.”

She let him tease her lips open but couldn’t resist answering back right before he moved in for a kiss. “It’s remarkably like the mouth on you.”

His lips landed on hers, and then things got frantic for a bit. Tongues and sucking and biting and hands all over, two buttons popping off Ethan’s shirt, Victoria’s finger scraping against an unwieldy jeans zipper, boots hitting the plywood. They wound up on the sleeping bag, still somehow joined at the lips, Victoria on her back and Ethan pinning her hands beside her head. His shirt was off, jeans open at the fly with his cock pressing out against the barrier of his underwear. Boxer briefs, presumably.

Victoria’s feet were bare and her yoga shorts were shoved halfway down her thighs. She was stuck underneath Ethan’s weight, unable to wriggle the shorts off the rest of the way so she could wrap her legs around him.

She struggled against the pressure of his hands, hoping he would take the hint. He broke the kiss and breathed for a moment, dipping down again for a lingering bite at her lower lip before speaking. “Tie you up a little?” He squeezed her wrists.

“Thought you’d never ask.”

“Okay. Real quick. Ugh, don’t wanna move.” He flexed his hips, grinding against her a few times, then levered himself off first into a plank position, then springing to his feet. “Right, need a fifty. No, a thirty. Uh. . . . yeah, fifty just in case.

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