Reckless Hearts (Oak Harbor #2)(27)

And then he slides one hand down between my legs, and I realize the torment has only just begun.

I hear Will inhale with a hiss. “God, you’re so wet,” he curses, sliding one finger slowly through my folds. “Wet, and tight, and f*ck . . . Delilah . . .” My name comes out twisted with a ragged desire, and I’ve never heard it like this before. All I can do is whimper and buck against his hand. Will grips my hip to steady me, and then slowly strokes over my clit in a steady, rhythmic rush.

Fuck.

I fall forward, head pressed to the tile, hands still flat against the wall as he softly explores my arched aching body, brushing over my clit, delving deeper to dip into my wet core, just a fingertip teasing, but god, it feels so f*cking good. I clench, pleasure radiating from his soft, devastating strokes. “Will,” I gasp, half moaning in his arms. “Please . . .”

“Oh baby,” he chuckles, a low wicked sound in my ear. “You’re going to have to beg a whole lot louder before I let you come.”

He nips my earlobe, and sinks one finger inside me.

My moan echoes from someplace deep inside, a ragged, raw place I never knew existed. Will pulses slowly, curling his finger up just right, his palm pressing against my clit with every stroke. Dear god. My legs are giving way, but he holds me up, using his other arm to brace me against him, pinning me against his chest as that one wicked finger strokes and beckons and unravels me from the inside out.

I turn my head, burying my face in his damp shoulder. “What are you doing to me?” I whisper, writhing hard against his hand.

“Giving you what you deserve.”

Will pulls his hand away, and I whimper in protest, but then he’s turning me to face him under the hot spray, kissing me slowly, possessively, every touch taking me over. He pulls back to hold my face in one hand, watching me as the other slides down between my thighs, finding me slick and aching for him.

“Look at you,” Will breathes, his eyes locked on mine. “Look how beautiful you are.” There’s an intensity to his stare that makes something twist, an ache deep in my chest. Nobody’s ever looked at me like this. Nobody’s ever made me lose control, taken over my body with such command—and tenderness, too. Will strokes my cheek, infinitely soft even as his fingers pulse and surge inside me, pushing me closer to the edge.

“God, Will . . .” I want to close my eyes, just sink into this incredible pleasure, but something keeps my gaze fixed on his. That face, f*ck, that gorgeous face: the gold-flecked glint of satisfaction in his eyes, the slow, teasing smile that spreads with every whimper from my lips. He’s loving this, I can tell, seeing me like this, strung out on his every word, every touch, totally under his thrall.

“That’s right, baby.” Will slides his thumb over my clit. I shudder, the tension coiling, closer, closer . . . “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” I gasp. “Will, I need you. Please . . .”

I reach for him then, closing my fingers around his length, and loving the ragged hiss that escapes his lips, the shudder of his body.

A new heat surges through me, a sharp satisfaction mingling with my own sweet pleasure. I can drive him crazy too. I can make him feel this, so wild and uncontrolled.

I pump harder, finding my rhythm against Will’s bucking hips. He meets my gaze like a challenge, and his smile widens, teasing as he sinks another finger inside me. Stretching, filling me, but f*ck, not enough.

“Fuck,” I whimper, starting to lose it now. I want to keep control, keep him hanging on, but my body is already cresting higher, winding tighter, ready to explode.

Will bites down softly on my shoulder. “Come,” he orders softly.

I shake my head, trying to focus, to take him to the brink right along with me. “Wait . . . I can’t . . .”

“You will.” Will grabs my hands away from him and pins them up above my head, holding me in place with one hand as the other returns to me, stroking with that mindless rhythm, sinking deeper, beckoning me to the brink. “You’re going to come right now. Because when you do, I’m going to take you to bed and f*ck you raw.”

I shudder, feeling the tension build. Oh god.

“You like that, huh?” Will sees every gasp, every clench. “You want me to talk dirty to you, sweetheart? Because I can do it all day long. How my cock’s going to own every inch of you, fill that sweet * until you don’t think you can take it anymore. But you will, baby, believe me,” he swears, stroking me faster, with devastating accuracy. I feel it, the low shiver starting deep in my spine, circling higher. “You’ll be begging by the time I’m through. But I won’t give it to you easy,” Will murmurs. “No, I’m going to f*ck you my way,” he swears. “Hard and deep, so you know how it feels to let a man in, all the way. Every inch, every last moment.

“You’re going to be mine.”

Pleasure slams through me. The world implodes in a rush of sweet release, and I fall against him, gasping as the orgasm races through my veins. Will holds me up, kissing me through the storm, until finally I surface, shaking under the hot spray.

Oh. My. God.

I don’t think I’ve ever come so hard in my life before. My whole body is singing with a wild pleasure, and the room barely stops spinning enough for me to see straight.

Holy mother of epic orgasms, how the hell did he do that?