Chapter 11 Maisey #2
My body betrays me. Lust rips down my spine, those two words evoking a very different meaning in this moment. Doing exactly what he wanted them to do, making me instantly wet.
“Y-y-you don't seem surprised,” I choke out, as teeth graze along my collarbone, halting my thoughts in place.
Ewan reaches for the hem of my tank, lifting it over my head, the cool air hitting my skin making me shiver. Or maybe that’s him and the way he’s looking at me. Like I’m the last cupcake at the picnic and he hasn’t eaten in a week.
“Landon asked if your credentials were still active in Georgia while we watched you work your magic with Kendall. I told him he needed to talk to you.”
Dipping his head to my breast, he takes my nipple into his mouth, running his tongue along the taut peak.
“Ohhhhhh…”
The strangled sound is out of me so fast, I don’t know if it’s in response to what he said or what he's doing, but at this point it doesn't matter. I am all his.
“Watching you like that…how you didn’t hesitate, taking charge, barking orders at everyone around you, but then were so soft and sweet and gentle with Kendall…
fuuuuck, Maisey, it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…
” Ewan’s hands glide up my thighs, his mouth still laving at my breasts, and it’s all I can do to concentrate on what he’s saying.
“I was already having a hard enough time holding back. But after watching you like that, I spent half that camping trip thinking about all the dirty things I wanted to do to you when I got back.”
“I told you, you have my permission to be disrespectful.”
A deep rumble erupts from Ewan’s chest, vibrating through me as he lets my nipple go with a pop. A quick yank and he pulls down my shorts, capturing my surprise with a hot, hard kiss. One that has me all but begging for more.
“Oh, we’ll get to that, baby,” Ewan whispers into our kiss. “But right now, I want one thing, and one thing only. To show you exactly how much I want you.”
I don’t have time to think—I barely have time to breathe—before Ewan drops to his knees, pulling my shorts down the rest of the way. Pushing my knees apart, he settles in between them, kissing his way up my thighs, alternating sides, his fresh morning stubble scratchy against my skin.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve been craving a taste of this pussy.”
My insides clench with anticipation and desire.
No one has ever said anything so deliciously dirty to me, leaving me feeling so wanted and so beautiful at the same time.
I want to respond, but am not sure I can find the words, my mind filled with nothing but the sound of my heartbeat thrumming through my veins.
“Then what are you waiting for?”
Ewan smirks, looking up at me, his eyes locking on mine. They’re dark, hooded, and filled with a deep intensity, almost as if I had issued him a challenge. A personal one that he has no intention of backing down from.
Eyes still holding mine, not wavering for a second, Ewan grasps ahold of my thighs and runs his tongue the length of me, flicking my clit as he finishes. And then he does it again.
“Fuuuuuck!”
A new, blinding pleasure tears through me, like a hot knife through butter, consuming me.
I throw my head back and try to grab on to the countertop, but can’t find anything to hold on to.
Ewan doesn’t stop though, continuing the same motion, then following it up by circling up one side or down the other, keeping me on the edge each time he changes his rhythm.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, doing it again. It’s all I can do to moan out a yes, incoherent as it may be. “What if I do this?”
He switches it up, circling my clit with his tongue, stealing my breath for a second.
“Gah!”
“Mmmmm-hmmmmm…”
He chuckles, sending vibrations through me, and I’m done.
I’m nothing but a puddle of moans and purrs as he licks, sucks, and nibbles at me, each new movement, each new flick of his tongue, an adventure all on its own.
Each turning me on more and more, keeping me on the very edge.
Like that coin game at the old-school arcades with the bar that keeps pushing and pushing, but nothing ever falling.
That’s what I feel like right now.
Right there on the edge, but never tumbling.
Every one of my nerve endings is standing up, ready to fire at will. But Ewan somehow knows how to play my body perfectly, keeping me right there.
“You are so fucking sweet, Maisey,” he murmurs, moving his thumb to my clit and slowly circling it, drawing out the teasing even more.
“Ewan…” I plead.
I can’t take much more. Every inch of me feels like it’s on fire and is about to explode. I need to know how I get to—
Ewan slides two fingers inside me, his tongue zeroing in on my clit at the same time.
My vision goes hazy and I slam my eyes shut, my voice disappearing as I try to scream.
I move—or at least I think I do—the feel of Ewan inside me too much and not enough at the same time, his fingertips brushing along a spot that makes me go dizzy.
He does it again, tapping that same spot, and I see stars.
“Fuck!”
White-hot pleasure shreds through me. I detonate, pure euphoria taking over, and I swear that I leave my body for second, Ewan keeps working my body over, not leaving me for a single second.
I have no idea how long it takes me to return, my head still fuzzy and my heart beating faster than should be possible, as I slowly open my eyes.
Kissing his way back down my thighs, Ewan pushes back up to his feet, peppering even more kisses along my bare tummy and along my chest before sitting me up and kissing me properly.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I savor him, tasting myself on his lips.
In my new blissed out state, I’m falling even harder for this man than ever before.
Not because of what he just did to me—although that won’t be held against him—but for all the things he said before.
For how he sees me for me, respecting my choice of profession, and is here for it.
Considering this is someone who knows almost all my secrets, that’s saying something.
“Ewan,” I murmur, burying my head in his shoulder.
Pulling me into him, he wraps his arms around me in a bear hug, his warmth enveloping me.
“Yeah, baby?”
“I still can’t show up empty-handed. Not the first time.” I pull back, fighting a smile as I look at him. “My mama and Grandma would never let me hear the end of it.”
Ewan chuckles, kissing me softly. “Understood. Let’s go shower and then we can swing by Wright’s on the way over. Sound good?”
“Are we conserving water?” I ask, trying to be cute.
“Oh, there will be none of that,” Ewan goes serious. “I have plans for you in the shower too.”
“Oh?”
Ewan winks, lifting me off the counter and walking toward the bathroom.
“Yup.”