Page 130 of You, As You Are

He took Maisie’s coat and hung it in the cupboard beneath his stairs whilst Ted sat and mooned up at her. Poor boy probably couldn’t believe his luck – his new favourite person was here in their house. Iain felt much the same.

“Where would you like me to show you first?”

“Maybe your bathroom?”

“Right, of course.” Iain kicked off his shoes and led Maisie up to the door at the top of his stairs. He peeked around the edge to make sure it was still as presentable as he’d left it – fresh towels on the radiator, every surface gleaming and clean – before stepping aside for her. “I’m just going to let Ted out.”

“Iain—”

“Hm?”

Maisie leant up on her toes and pressed a slow, soft kiss on his lips. Warmth from her palm caressed down his ribs. A few seconds of peace and stillness after his hectic day.

Whatever that kiss was for, her delicacy lingered on Iain’s lips all through the minute he stayed with Ted in the courtyard. He came back to find Maisie perched on the arm of his sofa, her blue polka-dot dress that fell below her knees perfectly in place, and her curls no longer in the half-up style she’d had them in. The way she crossed her ankles and slanted backwards made him want to follow her around like a love-sick puppy.

Speaking of …

Iain took a toy he’d stuffed with dog-safe peanut butter from his freezer and tossed it to keep Ted occupied.

The air wasn’t the same as when he’d left. Maisie’s focus wasn’t on exploring his living room but solely on him. Her attention made his veins pulse harder – his heart turn over. She looked fucking edible like this, wearing his team’s colours and his favourite shade of red in her hair. He’d already had one taste of her, but he insatiably wanted more.

Sweeping his gaze along her enticing curves, Iain stood himself in front of her, their height difference giving him the perfect view of the deep seam between her breasts, showcased by the lovely V-cut of her dress. It was a testament to just how far he was gone in his affection for her that tension swelled beneath his stomach again with just one glance.

Maisie touched the veiny backs of his hands, ruffling up the hairs on his bare forearms, his sleeves rolled to the elbows, then ran her nails up to his shoulders. “You’re all bruised,” she purred, following her fingertips with her gaze as they dipped into his muscles.

“I’m fine,” Iain husked and bridged an inch of the gap between them.

Every touch of Maisie’s was filled with intention. The purpose? Letting him know without words just what she was in the mood for right now. Whatever she wanted, he was all in.

She dragged her pale-pink nails down his chest to where his crisp, white game-day button up was neatly tucked into his trousers. Feather-light, she swept her knuckles across his waistband, musing, “I could help you relax, if you’d like.”

A rumble came from deep within Iain’s chest at her suggestion. There was no need to rush. They had all day and all night, and he wanted to make that known. “Maisie?—”

“I want to watch you shower.”

Iain closed his mouth and processed what she’d said, taking a section of her curls and twirling it around his finger. “You wantto watch me get all wet, Daffy?” Because that’s exactly what he wanted to do to her.

Maisie’s lips tipped up in a smile. She let her head tilt into his hand, his curl-wrapped finger grazing her smooth cheek. “I rather liked the view last time.”

Of course she did.He knew she’d been turned on by that – that’s the real reason why she ran out of the cabin and got herself into a whole heap of trouble that day.

Iain let out a hollow, nasal chuckle as the memory of how her eyes had danced appraisingly when she’d finally seen all of him bare flashed in the forefront of his mind.

He took one of her hands and played with her fingers, resting them on her soft thigh. “Well maybe you should join me?” he suggested, letting his voice soften someplace low in his throat. “These things are always better up close.”

“I didn’t tell you whatIwould be doing whilst you’re in there.”

Iain waited on her hook, yet Maisie kept her lips sealed without explaining. He gently tugged the curl wrapped around his finger, rasping, “Don’t make me beg to know, Maise.”

Where their hands twined, she opened up his palm, swiping her finger agonisingly slowly down the ticklish centre that made his thigh jerk and his cock stiffen.

“A little … preparation.”

Preparation.Did she mean …?

Their eyes connected, Maisie’s hazel ones hooded yet full of knowing whilst his widened, slight and swift, as he caught up to what she implied.

Iain didn’t want to look away from her but glanced at Ted, seeing that his dog was fully occupied over by the coffee table. That frozen treat toy would buy them at least an hour for whatever Maisie wanted to do with him, so he was all hers.

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