I give myself a few seconds to take in the sheer length and size of him, my mouth watering as I anticipate the taste of him on my tongue. Licking my lips, I force my gaze to his.
“You move and I stop.”
“I won’t move,” he rasps.
“You say that now.” I wrap my hand around his thick erection, smiling when he jerks at my touch. “Relax.” I keep my eyes locked on his as I slowly lower my head, not wanting to miss his reaction at the first swipe of my tongue.
I start at the base, flattening my tongue as I lickhim from bottom to top before twirling my tongue around the head, already tasting his arousal.
“Relax,” I quietly remind him when he tenses, waiting until I feel him relax before taking him fully into my mouth.
“Fuckkkk.” He hisses, fingers diving into my hair, twisting tightly around the strands like he’s holding on for dear life.
My restraint snaps and I take him in as deep as I can, letting him hit the back of my throat as I swallow around him.
This... This right here is everything. The taste of him. The feel of him. The intensity I feel knowing I have the power to make him come undone as completely as he undoes me.
I love this man.
I love the way he looks at me.
The way he makes me feel.
The way his eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.
The rich sound of his laughter.
In a way, I feel grateful to Lana because if not for her, I may never have realized how desperately I don’t want to live without this man.
I didn’t think it possible to leave the past in the past, to get over the hurt he inflicted, the rejection I spent two years rebelling against, but being here with him now... I realize that none of that matters.
The only thing that matters is him, and I would fight and lose a hundred battles if it meant that I would end up right here at the end of it all. I guess maybe that makes me a glutton for punishment. But I know what my heart wants more than anything else, and how could I ever deny her this feeling...
“Mais...” It’s the only warning I get before Macallanspills his release into my mouth, the warm saltiness coating my tongue. I continue to move, wanting every single drop that he can give me, and only when I’m certain he’s finished do I finish him off with one hard pull.
Releasing him, I push back onto my knees, taking in his body that’s naked from the waist down. He really is a sight to behold. Dressed, half-dressed, or completely nude, it doesn’t much matter. Macallan looks like he’s been crafted from stone, no matter his state of dress. As beautiful as a man can get. So beautiful, in fact, that I find myself unable to tear my eyes away.
“Keep doing shit like that and you’re never going to get rid of me.” He reaches for me and I’m all too happy to climb into his arms.
“That might be the point.” I smile, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck as I curl into him.
“I’m not sure if I’ve ever truly apologized for the way I treated you,” he says after a long moment of silence has stretched between us.
“You’ve apologized.”
“Not really. I need you to know that I will never do anything like that to you ever again. I’m done running. You are what I want, Maisie. That’s not going to change.”
I lift my face to look at him. Sliding my hand up to his cheek, I pull his gaze to mine.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing I’m yours, and like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.”
He grimaces as he rolls onto his side to face me, his hand sliding across my back.
“I love you, Maisie Rose. You’re the first woman I’ve ever said that to.”
My heart thunders in my chest like a stampede of elephants is galloping through my chest.
“You’ve never told your mother that you love her?” I snort out a laugh, the intensity of his gaze making me squirm. Not because I don’t like it, but because of how much I do.
“Besides my mom.” He rolls his gorgeous teal eyes, which appear darker in this lighting.
I reach up, scratching his beard, which has grown a little longer over the past couple of weeks. I have to admit, I hope he continues to let it grow. I find it rather sexy.
“I love you,” I repeat back to him, my thumb tracing his bottom lip. “And you are the first man I’ve ever said that to. Other than family,” I quickly add.
“And to think I almost let you get away.”
“Turns out you’re smarter than you look.” I laugh, leaning in to press my lips to his.
Funny how quickly things change. And how, even though you weren’t ever sure you’d get there, you suddenly find yourself exactly where you belong. Life’s funny like that. It can change in an instant. And I don’t know about you, but I’m certainly going to enjoy this ride while it lasts because nothing is ever guaranteed, least of all happily ever after.
