I’m putting my decision on pause for a second and listen to my body. I have zero doubts that if I refuse anything right now, Ezra will crawl away from me with a painful hard-on and shitty attitude, but I’ll be granted my wish of solitude.
I listen and listen. And listen. Any warning signs. Any red flags. Anything that can tip me off. Nothing happens. None of the warnings come alive. Somewhere, at the back of my mind, my consciousness is trying to remind me about our initial meeting and his assholishness, but I shove it back down where it came from.
The situation I’m in probably requires me to be scared. I mean, I’m on an uninhabited island with a giant-ass man with control issues and nowhere to escape. But I don’t fearhim. At all. In fact, I wasn’t scared of him when he was all growly and jerky in the airport, plane, and then the boat. Not even for a little bit. I was annoyed with him, yes. Mad, for sure. But never scared.
“Maeve?” His voice is borderline begging. Maybe it’s because he needs an answer, and the unknown is killing him. Or maybe it’s because he needs apositiveanswer. Regardless, I know mine.
“I don’t mind losing it sometimes,” I say.
“What?”
“Control.” Licking my lips, I try to smile but can’t force it on my face because I see his. It’s pained. Confused. Lost. “Did I say something wrong?” I ask, not understanding what’s happening. I thought he’d be happy to hear that because this is what he wants, right?
“Maeve.” My name is a growl on his lips as he buries his face in the crook in my neck. “Why now?”
“What now?”
He pulls away. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t give a fuck anymore.”
I see the exact moment his decision snaps in place. His pupils dilate even wider if it’s even possible, and his nostrils flare. He lands his lips on mine.
Without wasting any further time, his tongue pushes my lips apart and sneaks in. His hands move to my chest, feeling every curve without shame. He went from zero to one hundred in a matter of a literal blink.
His body presses me into the ground with enough force for me not to even think about escaping. It feels good. I know he’s holding his weight so as not to crush me, but I want more of him. I feel greedy. I wiggle my legs away and throw them around him, wrapping him in my own hug.
Once my heels land on his ass, he makes a jerkingmovement, brushing his length over my very heated pussy. Naturally, I dig my heels deeper, making him repeat the gesture.
His roaming hands somehow crawl under my excuse for a shirt and massage my tits. I’ve never been known for them to be sensitive, but again, maybe I wasn’t encouraged by the right man.
The thought that Ezra might be anything but right is ridiculous because of the way my body reacts to his. I think this is the first time in my life I understand the definition of chemistry between two people. Even when I hated him, I wanted him, and I was annoyed at this, and then wanted him more.
And now all of it is in my hands. Which I use to my advantage. He might be a control freak, but I love sneaking my touches here and there while I can. I’m curious to see what he’ll do further, but for now, I’m getting my fill.
When my hands graze down his sides to his hips, his stomach muscles spasm. Interesting. So the whole area is his erogenous zone. I manage to squeeze my hands between our bodies to caress his lower stomach, and he lets out a low growl into my ear he’s currently licking.
“Maeve,” he rasps with a warning tone.
I giggle and work my hands faster, trying to push them under the waistband of his boxers and find his cock. I’ve felt this thing smashing into me, and now I want to feel the girth of it in my hands. He’s not trying to fight me off very hard, so my hands finally land on his dick, and I let out a moan of satisfaction. Before this thing is even in me, I feel it stretching me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone this size, but I’m willing to try.
I push his shorts down with my hands and feet currently still locked on his ass.
He bites my earlobe with a whisper. “Bad girl.”
“What are you going to do about that?” I whisper back with a mischievous smile even though he can’t see it.
He dips his tongue inside of my ear and then bites it before pulling away.
“What? No!” I grab his shoulders eagerly, making him laugh.
With a masterful and well-trained touch I don’t appreciate very much, he rids me of my shirt, the shorts follow right after. For a moment, my mind races with the idea of all the ‘other’ times he’s done that, detaching me from the pleasant present. But when he lowers himself on top of my body, again just a hair away from touching, and brings his face to mine, I’m reminded thatI amthe one here.
“You’re very greedy.” His voice is husky and satisfied. “I love that.”
“Great. Now, kiss me!”
Laughing, he shakes his head. “Control is mine, Maeve. Remember that.”
I cover my face with my hands with a loud groan, making him laugh even harder at my misery. What did I agree too?
