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“Where he undresses her?”

His palm scratched across the bristles on his chin.

“Where she sucks on his dick?”

The growling rumble from Iain’s chest was the deepest she’d ever heard as he closed his eyes. How much he respected her by staying away was a big green flag, but Maisie wanted red – she wanted a little less control, a little less sanity. She wanted her body on his and his fingers fisted in her hair. She wanted a little rough and her name on the lips of a man who was a world away from any she’d ever met.

She wanted to wake up satisfied for once in her life.

The book slid out of her hands, replaced in them by the duvet she lifted off herself.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

IAIN

Fabric shifted.Feet pressed down on the hardwood floor.

Don’t. Iain breathed down deeply into the pit of his lungs, but he had no voice to deter the woman taking measured steps towards him. One, and then a second. His body was coiled too tightly with desire to think straight if Maisie came near.

His cock had been stuck at a semi, contained only by chequered sleep trousers, ever since she’d stepped out of the bathroom in her sage-green button down with the lace-trimmed shorts that barely covered her arse. Which was a problem when his entire body wanted to go to her and show her how a real man loved a real woman.

The caveman in him struck his chest and howled at the moon. But Iain didn’t want that part of him to overrule his head until Maisie was sure that she could take him, because he sure as hell didn’t do things by halves. He wouldn’t want to cause her pain because she wasn’t comfortable saying when something was wrong; there was no pressure on his end to do anything tonight.

Iain was yet to open his eyes, focussing on the hard floor under his back to keep the last threads of his restraint in check.

“You don’t need to have control,” Maisie’s silky voice said from above him.

Fu-uck yes he did.

“You said you need to do things slowly,” he reminded her. “I respect that.”

Finally, he peeled open his eyes. Maisie’s pupils were dark and wide, her full lips glistening.

“It doesn’t feel the same with you,” she said. “Most men I’ve had to beg to hear what I need, but you’ve been listening to me even when I didn’t say anything.”

It made Iain’s blood boil to hear such a thing.

Her generous breasts rose and fell heavily under the shiny material of her shirt. He had the perfect view of the entire length of her legs that she stood unevenly on, the ‘V’ where the apex of her thighs pressed together that made his cock twitch, her hair cascading around her shoulders in flame-red curls like a campfire in the forest, and the blush across her freckled cheeks as she said, “What I want with you goes against everything that I told myself I wasn’t in Wales to do. And I wantyou, Iain.”

Her knees bent, and in a flash his body levered up to catch her, but Maisie knelt slowly by his side instead of falling like Iain’s jump-started heart had thought. Fingers fisted in his white t-shirt over his chest as he held under her arms, trying to read every micro-shift in the starry-eyed expression on her features.

“I want you, Iain,” Maisie said again. “I want your fingers and your thighs and your mouth. I want you to see me and touch me and kiss me … Fuck me.”

Damn restraint.

He cupped her cheek in his hand, and he watched the sound of a whimper form on her lips. “If only you knew the things I’ve pictured doing with you, Daffy.”

Whatever she wanted from him, she could have.

Urges overtook him as Iain leaned forward to kiss her jaw then the corner of her mouth, trailing closer to her lips. He wanted her on her back and splayed out for him. He wanted her in his lap, grinding on him with her head tipped back. He wanted her however she commanded them to be.

Butfuck,it couldn’t happen tonight. “I don’t have a condom, Maisie, so one of those things will have to wait.”

Her fingers searched down his body and found his thigh, brushing higher up into his groin. “You said that there were other things we could do.” She squeezed the hard muscle under her hand, and Iain grinned at the bite of her nails, pressing an open kiss to her jaw.

When he pulled away, his gaze tunnel-focussed on her hazy eyes, tilting her head upright in his palm. “Are you sure?”

“Iain, I think I’m going to explode if you don’t touch me right now.”

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