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“No, I had a good time.” Jovie smiled at me, and I moved even closer, stalking her as she backed toward the island in the kitchen. I could hear my pulse in my ears but tried to silence it. Her admission to having a good time did not mean she was feeling what I felt. I admitted to second guessing myself after her initial reaction, and she giggled, propping her back on the island.

“I told you I was no good at this. Thank you for taking me and not changing your mind.”

A strange boldness took over, and I took one more step toward her, closing her in with a hand on either side of the counter. I didn’t touch her, but I could feel her heat and her scent invaded me. I watched her not react other than her mouth twitching into a smile. Then I kissed her, crashing my mouth into hers. Her arms were around my waist and her hands flattened onto my back in an instant. I grabbed her hip, my other hand braced on the counter, and let her consume me. Her mouth moving with mine aroused me, and I kissed down her neck, tasting her as I went. I lifted her onto the counter, positioning myself between her legs and touched her face, gripping her thigh with the other hand. Her tongue grazed mine, and I groaned at the gesture, sliding her jacket off. Jovie took my face in her hands, pulling me in closer, and I slipped my hand under her shirt to her hip. Her erratic breathing stopped completely, and I pulled away. Damn it.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to overstep.” I shook my head watching her lick her bottom lip. I was about to burst out of my slacks but hoped it wasn’t too noticeable.

Jovie reached for my hand, jumping down from the counter. “You didn’t.” She tugged me toward her. “I’m grown. I know how to say no.” I rubbed a hand down my face, laughing at her wording. She gestured me toward her, and I obliged. I pressed myself against her and gave into the desire to play with her hair. It was insanely soft. Her hands were on my hips, and the look on her face made it impossible to control myself. I knew she felt me pressed against her hip, but she looked amused, and it made my intentions clear.

“Can I be presumptuous then?” I stroked the length of her hair as Jovie nodded, her eyes swirled with desire and stayed locked with mine. “My room is upstairs.” Her lips turned into a wicked smirk before giggling at the stupid smile I was wearing.

NINE

Jovie

The embarrassing giggle came out after the man invited me to his room, of course. My feelings toward Ewan changed from innocent flutters to smoldering lust with only one kiss, and my mind was fighting to keep up with my body. He pushed off of me and practically dragged me back through the foyer and up the steps as soon as I nodded. Ewan closed the door and pushed me against it, running his hands from my hip up to my chest and back under my sequined top. Every part of me was on fire and any rational thought had abandoned ship. I worked the buttons on his shirt and unbuckled his belt, not able to move fast enough. My shirt and pants were on the floor and he was kicking off his shoes, socks, and slacks before my mind could catch up with my body. I obviously wasn’t the only one needing to get laid. I sent a silent thanks to my sisters for forcing me into sexy underwear.

Ewan tangled his fingers with mine and took a step back, looking me over. It would have made me uncomfortable if I hadn’t been doing the same thing to him. A rugged laugh escaped him, like he was as shocked by the situation as I was. The man was even more built under the clothes; not creepy body builder ripped, but everything had defined detail. Self-consciousness flooded me as I thought about the extra few pounds I carried around, but the look on his face made it wane. Ewan looked over me hungrily, like I was his last meal. I sat back on the bed, pulling him with me, and ran my hands over his stomach and chest, noting every muscle and freckle. He shuddered making me want to do it again, so I did, paying careful attention to that irresistible V at his hips. Ewan jerked me to my feet and shoved me back on the bed. In one smooth movement, he was hovering over me with his hips pressed against mine, and ran his hands through my hair. My whole body trembled at the closeness, and every part of him was hard, taut, and I wanted all of it. The world around us was still for a moment. I held a breath, and briefly wondered what the hell I was doing. I was seriously about to have sex with a guy I had met only a few days before. His eyes left mine, and something flashed in them. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing.

Ewan rolled off of me and tugged the lace underwear from my hips as he kissed down my stomach. I held my breath. When he slid back up the length of me, his boxers were gone too, and my resolve melted further. His lips caught mine, and the thought of wondering what I was doing vanished. It didn’t matter. I was never reckless, so I was well overdue for something insane. And the man was the insanity I needed. Ewan slid his palm down my stomach and dipped his fingers into me. I hissed a breath out, and he groaned at how my body was reacting to him.

He was on me again, and in a moment of clarity, I put my hands on his chest to stop him. He at least had to wrap it up. Ewan got the hint and bit his lip before letting out a strain of curses. I laughed a little too hard, and he sprung off the bed to start digging through the dresser. I took the opportunity to enjoy the view of his backside until he turned back. He was over me again, kissing as much of me as possible on his way down. Working his way back up, I writhed under him, and he chuckled a hot breath against my collarbone. Never in my life had I been turned on the way he had managed. Ewan kissed me again, tormenting me in the best way. His cock rubbed against me, taking my breath with every little movement. I dragged his lip between my teeth, tasting him. After being celibate so long, I wasn’t going to miss a single bit of him.

“I want you.” Ewan mumbled against my mouth, his breath mixing with mine. He pulled my leg up over his hips and was in me. I gasped. Ewan groaned. And both of us lost control. He moved with me, his mouth on mine, and his breath catching with nearly every stroke. My nails dug into his back feeling every muscle as they stretched and pulled. I reached to tangle my hand in the fabric of the pillowcase over my head when I felt myself coming undone, but his hand slid into mine and laced our fingers, letting me squeeze his hand. It was a slightly intimate gesture considering how little we knew of each other, but who was I to argue in that moment? I needed something tangible to prove it was all real, and he gave it to me. I knew I moaned his name but had no control over anything else. The release was all-encompassing and long overdue, and I was overly aware of his breath in my ear, telling me I was beautiful. Ewan sped up, prolonging my orgasm and approaching his own. I tingled at every inch of his bare skin pressed into mine, and the growl in his throat transformed into a groan as his hand tightened on mine and his body tensed with his own release.

Both of us were shaking when Ewan dropped on top of me and quickly rolled on his side, taking me with him. My leg stayed draped over his hips, and he gently rubbed his nose against mine. His fingers ran through my hair, and he brushed a strand off my forehead. A slow breath escaped my lips as he kissed my cheek softly. Ewan tenderly pulled me close to him, and I nuzzled into the curve of his neck, finally forcing myself to open my eyes. My thumb stroked his bearded jawline, and he rubbed my back in long, fluid strokes. He tilted his head to look down at me and smiled slyly like he had accomplished some impossible task. I giggled, and he went back to playing with my hair.

Minutes passed, but how many was beyond me. Ewan left me for the ensuite bathroom for a minute then came back to cuddle up next to me., His head rested on my chest while I held him, letting him toy with my hair. The man had a serious obsession with my hair. The whole situation was one I could get used to. I knew with complete certainty that I could fall in love with him and it would either be wonderful or catastrophic. He finally broke the silence and I jumped.

“Will you stay?” Ewan tipped his head up, his dark eyes exploring my expression, and I nodded. I certainly didn’t have a better place to be. He settled back into the nape of my neck, and I skimmed his arm with my nails making him shudder. “So you know, I don’t make a habit of sex on the first date.” We both laughed. “Or at all, if I’m being honest.” Ewan tilted his head again, arching his brow at me.

“That makes two of us. At least now I remember what I was missing.” We both laughed again. It was a lie. I had never had sex like that. It always ended with me feeling gross and used, and I had honestly hated sex. I had plenty of opportunities but could never bring myself to do it after the way it had been with Davis. I came to my senses and slid out from under him. “I do need to have Nick take Merlin out for me, though.” He furrowed his brow. “Nick’s my neighbor.” The whole my best friend is a dude thing seemed like too much.

Ewan jumped up and pulled a pair of sweatpants on. “Damn, I left Clark out!” A shirt came flying at me and he bolted from the room. I stretched, climbing out of his bed, and started gathering the clothes littering the floor. My phone was left in the kitchen due to our hasty departure. Once my underwear had been located, and his clothes were folded neatly on the dresser, I tugged the white undershirt on. It stopped at the top of my thighs but I padded down the stairs anyway. Why not, the guy has already seen me naked. Ewan was leaned against the kitchen counter with a glass of water, and Clark was in the crate with a Kong. When I came in, the world’s hottest man smirked and reached his hand out for me, but I hesitated, taking the opportunity to study him. Damn, he was gorgeous. Rippled abs and killer shoulders. I swiped my phone from the counter and leaned next to him, snatching his water glass. Ewan pulled back the collar of my shirt to peek at my fresh tattoo and nodded before putting it back. My sexy date made me forget all about the new ink.

Nick’s phone rang a few times before he answered, “Yes, Jove.” My hetero-life-mate sounded exasperated. It was then I realized it was after eleven. Oops.

“Can you take Merlin out?” He huffed. “Please, Lunchbox?” I begged.

“Wait, where are you, Jove?” Nick sounded worried. Ewan put his arm around my waist and tugged me closer to him before taking his glass back. It was a slightly possessive move, but I tolerated it.

“I’ll see you at lunch tomorrow. Thanks, Nick.” I hung up and watched Ewan rub his hand over his face, yawning. He poured the water down the sink and dragged me back up the stairs at a much slower pace than the last time.

Fatigue must have hit us both at once because we sighed in unison once we were in bed. Or maybe it was the sex making me sigh. Ewan curled himself around my back, squeezing me gently and nuzzling into my hair. It was so foreign, a guy wanting to be close to me, being so warm after sex, or allowing me to see them so vulnerable.

“Thanks for staying, Jovie,” he whispered it drowsily into my hair. I nodded, and his fingers laced with mine. I hadn’t slept with anyone next to me in six years, and it had rarely happened then. Davis left for his man cave when he was done with me. It was yet another thing I could get used to. I wanted to ask if I should look forward to getting used to it, but he was asleep. I could feel his shallow, slow breathing on my neck through my hair and smell his scent all around me. It was in my hair, on my skin, and I was enveloped in it. Nick had been right; I needed to get laid, but I needed so much more than just sex, and Ewan had delivered. What the hell had just happened?

I was vaguely aware of an alarm the next morning. It wasn’t my alarm, so my brain tuned it out, but an arm finding its way around my waist forced me to remember where I was. I had been on a date with the super-hot British guy, went back to his house, had mind-blowing sex, and spent the night. I kind of felt like Cinderella but without the lost shoe and my sister was the fairy godmother that dressed me.

Ewan groaned, and I felt him stretch next to me. Yeah, I could really, really get used to all of it. The bed dipped when he sat up, and I rolled over, catching him around the waist, and he rubbed my arm.

“I need a shower and more sleep,” he muttered the words in his sexy accent.

“Me too.” I kissed his bare back, and he sucked in a sharp breath before I let him go. I watched him walk through a door I hadn’t noticed the night before. I hadn’t noticed anything but him the night before, and who could blame me? The man was Adonis gorgeous. The room was spacious with a walk-in closet and a laundry room off the main room. It held the king-sized bed, a long, low dresser with a matching mirror, a full book case, and an antique looking trunk. It was painted a pleasant slate-gray and the bedding was matching grays.

The water started as I flipped through the suits and dress shirts in his closet. “You can join me,” Ewan called out from the bathroom. I wandered in, noting the new washer and dryer and his and hers sinks. His silhouette could barely be made out through the frosted glass shower doors.

“I’ll wait till I get home,” His offer was tempting, but I needed to know where things stood before showering with him. I was fine either way. Maybe. Everything from the night before spoke more of two lovers than a one-night stand, but I wasn’t reading into it. It would make his grooming appointment awkward, though. I made my brain come to a screeching halt. What the hell was wrong with me? I didn’t date. I didn’t have relationships. I wasn’t setting myself up for another Davis debacle. I was independent and didn’t need a man, didn’t want a man. I left him to his shower and got dressed, running my fingers through my hair to unknot it, and tried to fix my smeared mascara.

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