Chapter Fourteen
Beck
I drew back and sucked in a breath. I was all but lost in the maelstrom of Maisie. Her lips were damp and swollen from our kiss, her eyes hazy and dark, and her skin flushed all over. Her hips were rolling against my thigh and I was so f*****g hard, I thought I might explode.
I was normally more measured when it came to s*x. I loved it and definitely loved making a woman go wild. Yet, it was all about the end game. With Maisie, it was something else altogether. Oh, it was want, it was need, but it was far more than that. There was no end game. I got lost in nothing but the sensation of being with her—having her full breasts fill my hands, her tight n*****s rolling under my thumbs, the damp heat of her s*x pressing against my thigh. There was nothing measured about
