Page 122 of You, As You Are

None of that,Iain thought.Talk to me.

He kissed her inner forearm near his head. “I’m right here, Daffy, I’m not going anywhere. Tell me what you need.”

And if what she was about to say was that no man had ever pleasured her well enough with his fingers, well then he was going to be mad on her behalf.

Her fingers stroked a rhythm in his hair like she was soothing herself. “I haven’t evernothad to fake it that way,” she said, her eyes losing their shyness. “But I want you to try.”

Iain knelt back up for a second to kiss her cheek. “It’d be my pleasure.” Balancing, he ran his hand down her side. “Don’t try to force an end; we have all night, Daffy.”

He’d promised her patience, so patience is what she’d get.

“You’re being left out,” Maisie said whilst working her palms over his shoulders and down his chest, her fingertips ruffling the coarse hair Iain kept trimmed there.

“Trust me, I’m not.” The constant buzz in the base of his stomach was stimulating enough. “But I know what we could try instead if you want to,” he suggested.

Her features shifted eagerly. “Tell me.”

There are other ways that we can enjoy one another.

Smirking, Iain shuffled himself off the bed. Her gaze snagged and stayed where his fingers swept under the waistband of his pyjamas, toying with the fabric just to see the anticipation on her face.

He took one of the pillows and offered it. “Put this beneath your hips.” She did with a couple of bodily twists. “Put your legs together.” He stroked himself over his pyjamas whilst she did that too.

“Are you just going to watch me?” Demurely, Maisie twisted her hips, and Iain watched her thighs slide together like her subconscious enjoyed her view. The wetness of her was still in his beard, and she had the audacity to make him want to dive down there and latch his lips to her again.

“No.” He folded his hands in the waistband around his hips. “You’re going to take my cock between your thighs.”

Iain pushed his pyjamas down and let them fall to the floor. Maisie’s inhale hitched a sharp sound that made him feel tall, and something like that caveman batting his chest began again. Her fingers absently circled her breast as she took all of him in.

“I definitely didn’t see that earlier,” she breathed, her eyes glued to his full length as he gave himself a few fisted pumps.

“I’d hopethatwould be memorable,” Iain remarked.

“Definitely …definitelyis.” Maisie’s open expression was adorable and puzzling, like he was the last blueberry muffin that she’d been waiting for all day. It all pointed to the fact that she had never been with a man like him, and damn that made him proud. Made him more determined to do everything right.

Her excitedly curling lips made him shake his head, resisting his own stupid grin. “You don’t need to stroke my ego, Daff.”

“Well give me something else to stroke then.” Maisie reached out her hand with acome-hithergesture.

Laughing to himself, Iain set his knees on either side of her, folding forwards so they were eye to eye, his thumb pressing to the corner of her mouth. God, she was so magnificent. He didn’t care if he got to finish tonight so long as she was satisfied.

He’d shown her the stars last night, now he wanted to give them to her instead.

“Are you okay with this?”

“Mhm.” Her warm hands trailed down his ribs, beyond his hips, reaching to twirl fingertips over his ass. “This is very nice.”

His mouth inched closer to hers. “It is, is it?”

Their hot breaths mixed. “Very sturdy.”

Their lips met in a long kiss that made Iain’s skin feel as though it seared under a Mediterranean sun he’d never felt. Maisie splayed her hands on his back and tugged him down, but he stopped himself before they collided.

“I’m a heavy man, Daff, I don’t want to squish you,” he told her.

“I want your weight on me. I want it –please.”

Her begging seemed to come from more than just lust – like feeling his body on hers was something she yearned for. Iain could understand; he’d been alone too for such a long time.

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