The Best Part of Me (20 page)

Walking back into the living room, she realized it was the most uninteresting apartment she'd ever seen. But it was so predictably Ewan. She wasn't sure if he had many guests over, but anyone who did happen to stop by wouldn't be able to get any insight on what kind of man he was. Ewan was a private person. He was even private in private.

There were no pictures of family or friends that sat on his nightstand. He didn't proudly display his diploma on the wall. The only thing that she saw, besides his choice in literature, was a simple framed photograph of Ewan and Sean taken at Sean's college graduation. Ewan had his arm around the younger man, who was dressed in his cap and gown. Although not exactly smiling as big as his cousin, Ewan seemed happy in the photo. But even that little nugget of Ewan's personal life was shoved into his closet, sitting on top of a pile of sweatshirts.

Ewan McKenna. Man of many mysteries.

Quinn smiled as she slid down onto the couch and switched on the TV. She flipped through the few channels that were available, and they all had something to do with sports. She didn't want to watch a baseball game, and she couldn't care less about the NBA standings. And since those were her only two options, she switched the TV off and stretched out on the couch.

She remembered how it felt to lie there with Ewan pressed tightly on top of her. How the light spattering of dark hair on his chest felt against her skin. How her nipples had ached against the cotton of her bra.

With a yawn, she dreamily closed her eyes and willed the time to speed up.

The sound of running water pulled her from her sleep. It seemed like only minutes earlier that she'd closed her eyes. Propping herself up on one elbow, she found herself on Ewan's big, soft bed covered by a thick hand-stitched quilt. Dim light crept in from the tall windows at the foot of the bed.

As her awareness of her surroundings sunk in, the sound of the running water stopped. She rolled to her other side and saw Ewan's long, lean form fill up the doorway to the bathroom. A dark towel was tied around his waist, his broad chest bare damp from his shower. The stark shadows cast across his face and body made her shiver.

It was the kind of scene that she'd see in a movie. He was dangerously handsome. His damp hair was messy, as if he'd just finished drying it with a towel. And he was looking at her like he wanted to devour her.

She went from dazed to alert in less than six seconds.

“How long have you been up here?” she asked.

“Maybe twenty minutes.” He sat down next to her on the side of the bed. He tilted his head and studied her with amusement. “I'm sorry I kept you waiting.”

“Forgiven.” She leaned toward him and ran her fingers through his inky black hair. It was cool to the touch and felt like wet silk.

He closed his eyes and sighed. “You didn't look that comfortable on the couch, so I put you into bed while I showered.” He paused and leaned into her touch.

He was tired, she could tell. Even fresh from a shower, she could see the dark shadows under his eyes. With his work schedule and their extracurricular activities, he'd probably had less sleep than she had over the past couple of days. Part of her wanted to pull him under her warm quilt so he could drift off to sleep. The other part wanted to pull him under her warm body so she could feel his skin against hers.

Just as she finished that thought, his eyes opened and his penetrating gaze drilled into her. Her blood warmed instantly as her heartbeat increased. He leaned toward her, caging her with his arms as his dark eyes studied her face.

“I seem to remember that I have a prize to claim,” he murmured, his gaze lingering over her lips and down her neck. He ran the tip of his index finger over her sternum. His touch was as light as a feather and Quinn shivered. His finger wound its way down to the hollow in between her breasts until it was halted by the neckline of her V-neck shirt. “I need to do something about all these clothes you're wearing.”

She wiggled under him as he peeled back the quilt and tugged at the bottom of her T-shirt until it was untucked from her jeans. He supported her with one arm around her back while the other gently pulled her shirt up and over her outstretched arms.

She smiled when he realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Wait till he realized that she wasn't wearing any underwear either.

Her nipples were hard and her breasts felt swollen. She felt heady with power that her body could cause the heat in his eyes to smolder. He looked hungry, like a man who hadn't had a meal in days. His big, callused hands molded around the undersides of her breasts. He ran his thumbs around her swollen tips, and she dropped her head back as the twin points of pleasure radiated throughout her body. His touch was turning her into putty as her elbows began to slide out from under her.

He slowly ran his hands down her stomach to unbutton her jeans. She lifted her hips for him so he could pull the denim down under her bottom. She heard him curse when she felt the cool air in the room touch her bare thighs. She arched her back as she lay back on the bed, completely exposed now to his intense inspection.

This time, things were different. This time they were going slow enough to take in each other's bodies. She boldly reached for the towel that was wound around his hips, but he caught her hand before she could pull it free.

“Not so fast, lass,” he said in a low, sultry voice. “I'm calling the shots tonight.”

He slowly drew both her hands up and over her head. He was kneeling over her, and she could smell the crisp, clean scent of his soap on his skin. He started to kiss his way down her arm, running his lips over the sensitive skin at the base of her neck. His hands slowly skimmed their way down as well, making her squirm as they teased their way over the sides of her rib cage. She arched her back, pleading for him to put his mouth to her nipples, but he denied her request and continued to trail kisses and licks down the valley of her breasts.

His hands were spread against her hips, and her whole body jumped when he dipped his tongue into her navel. As he shifted to slide lower, Quinn tensed in the realization that he was heading farther south. She tried to sit up and pulled at his shoulders.

“Ewan, please…I don't—”

He looked at her, his dark blue eyes sparking with a wicked look as he smiled.

“You don't what?”

“I…I don't…” she stuttered. “I don't like…that.”

He nuzzled his nose just above the soft curls at the apex of her thighs, causing her to squirm more.

“Have you tried it?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “And I didn't like it.”

She felt the curve of his smile against her lower abdomen.

“Well, then whoever was indulging you didn't do it right.”

He shifted his body lower on the bed and slowly pressed her legs open wide. She was sure her entire body was stained crimson with embarrassment.

“Please, I don't—”

Her next word came out as a gasp as she felt the hot, wet stroke of his tongue straight along her folds. It wasn't a timid let's-test-the-waters touch. It was a bold statement. One that took all the thoughts from her mind.

His wicked tongue ran a wet circle around her clit, causing her to clench the comforter in her hands.

“Oh, dear God,” she gasped at the pure, unadulterated pleasure that vibrated through her body.

She felt him growl against her wetness as he licked and sucked his way. His fingers were kneading the insides of her thighs, and she couldn't stop the moan that left her when she felt his tongue enter her. She felt pleasure building with every pass of his tongue. She arched her back and rolled her hips, wanted to get away from the torment of his tongue at the same time as wanting to feel more of him.

Her breath was coming faster, and she gasped as she felt him take his mouth away from her long enough to blow a gentle stream of air against her searing flesh.

“Ewan,” she moaned.

After a playful lick, he lifted his head to meet her eyes. “You still want me to stop?” he teased.

The view of his chiseled face between her widespread thighs was so sexy it rendered her speechless.

He smirked. “I'll take that as a no.”

Before Quinn could agree or disagree, she felt his lips enclose her swollen clit. He gently sucked the sensitive bud against his tongue. The orgasm that had been looming in the distance was racing toward her now. She held her breath as he continued the sweet torture, and she involuntarily started moving her hips against him.

And just when she thought it couldn't possibly feel any better than it did at that moment, with his hot mouth on her, Ewan pushed two fingers into her drenched sex. The orgasm slammed into her. Her entire body trembled with pleasure as her climax crashed over her, wave after wave. Ewan gentled his mouth and his fingers and pulled every last ounce of bliss from her body, until she was listless.

She could barely see through the slits of her heavy-lidded eyes, but she watched as he sat back on his heels at the end of the bed. He stared at her with an intensity that should have frightened her. But she was so completely satiated that she could do nothing but admire the simmering desire that emanated from his body.

Her knees were bent and lay open in complete wanton abandon. And through her legs, she saw Ewan untuck the end of his towel before pulling it from his hips and tossing it to the ground.

Holy hell.

His swollen erection was sprung tightly against his stomach. The muscles in his abdomen flexed with each breath he took. As he rose up off his heels, he knelt like a dark beautiful Greek God. Every inch of his body was tensed in restraint. His hands were clenching at his sides, and Quinn could tell he was trying to hold still long enough so she could look her fill. The truth was, she could look forever and still not have her fill. He was the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

And she was in his bed, seconds away from having him inside of her.

He'd just delivered an amazing orgasm seconds before, but she found herself wanting him again. And as if he read her mind, he slowly leaned forward to crawl up her body. She could tell he was holding himself back, and was surprised when he placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck.

She felt his stiff erection against her stomach and moved her hands up around his waist to his lower back. The muscles that ran along his spine were trembling with need.

His mouth found hers in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue stroked the inside of her mouth. She felt him growl when she rotated her hips against his, pleading for him to give her what she wanted.

“You're greedy tonight, aren't you?” he said in between kisses.

“You're taking too damn long.”

He smiled at her quip. She was dying to feel him inside of her again. She wanted to feel him stretch her as she took him completely inside.

“I want to feel you tonight.” He kissed his way along her jaw to her ear. “I want to hear all the little noises you make and see the expressions that cross your face.” He nibbled on her earlobe.

She ran her nails up the sides of his body to his shoulder blades.

“But I think you're right. It's time to claim my prize.”

He positioned himself between her legs, holding his upper body up on his arms. The tip of his cock was nestled at her entrance, and he raised his eyes to meet hers. His gaze was heavy with desire. And as slowly as humanly possible, he pushed into her, inch by inch. The muscles in his face and upper body tensed as he pressed farther. It was endless and amazing, and when he was completely inside, his chest was heaving from restraint. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back, but he still didn't move.

She wanted him to move. She was able to push up into him, and he said, “Jesus, Quinn, don't move. I'm close.”

She forced herself to remain still, even though every cell in her body was screaming at her to move. After a few moments, Ewan released a deep breath. And when he opened his eyes, Quinn could see that he'd regained some of his control.

He lowered himself to his forearms and his skin was hot against hers.

Finally, he started to move. The rhythm his hips kept was slow and steady. She felt every inch of him as he pushed in and out of her. The burn was slowly building, but his tempo stayed the same.

Higher and higher he took them both. And finally, when Quinn could take no more, she stepped off the edge into oblivion. And Ewan followed a half step behind.

“Can I please have a glass of water?” she murmured from the bedroom.

He smiled smugly at her faint voice as he opened the refrigerator. Quinn sounded exhausted. And with good reason.

Ewan had collected on his bet. Three times over, to be exact. Had he ever gone three in one night before? Surely he had. But not three in the span of two and a half hours. That was an orgasm every fifty minutes. After a full shift at the pub, a morning playing rugby, and two previous nights of sex, three times in two and a half hours had to be a new record.

All of a sudden, he was extremely tired. Just thinking about what he'd gladly put his body through in the last three days with very little sleep made him want to crawl in bed and take a two-day nap. The sex with Quinn was amazing, but it might be time to slow things down. He'd never spent three nights in a row with one woman.

Oddly enough, he didn't feel like he'd worked her out of his system yet either. Every time he came, it was better than the last. It boggled his mind that such an inexperienced woman as Quinn could surprise him in ways that no other woman had.

She knew how to raise her hips at the right moment. Her hands knew the map of his body and touched him in all the right places. The way her tiny little nails dug into his skin when she climaxed sent all the remaining blood in his body straight to his cock. She was uninhibited and passionate. Far more so than any woman should be who'd only had one lover. She took the pleasure he gave her, and he could tell she craved more.