Page 131 of You, As You Are

Flattening his fingers to her thighs, Iain watched her rosy lips part and her chest rise as he bunched the skirt of her dress in his hands and stepped forwards. He anchored his feet on either side of hers and slipped his hands under her dress, giving a squeeze to each of her petal-soft, supple thighs. The lightest whimper left her lips.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” He lowered his mouth to brush across her blushing cheek. “However quick or hard or slow you want it.”

Which is how Iain found himself being shed of his clothes as soon as they’d reached the top of the stairs. His fingers buried deep in Maisie’s curls angled her head as his mouth thoroughly kissed hers, her tongue sweeping into his. Her hands were desperate and sure as they scrambled to undress him. His shirt and trousers littered the carpet, leaving his full mast straining in his boxers whilst she remained fully clothed.

This version of Maisie was someone new – a woman who knew exactly what she wanted from him. A woman he was prepared to give it all to. Her hands were everywhere, searching and exploring his body, then she gave him a nudge backwards into his bathroom.

“Wait in here,” she said.

Breaths sawing and his head up in the clouds, Iain arched one eyebrow. “And where are you going?”

Maisie didn’t answer him. “Off you go.”

Her confidence and how she took control was like she’d lit a match and thrown it to Iain’s veins. He took a step back – his whole body abuzz, completely powerless to her – leaving enough of a gap around the door to see her disappear into his bedroom before shutting himself in.

Iain scrubbed a hand over his beard whilst he waited and faced the mirror above his sink, examining just how ragged a state he was in: cherry-faced, painfully hard, and practicallywanton waiting for Maisie to come back. A little black and blue from where he’d taken the brunt of tackles during his game, but there wasn’t any pain. Perhaps later there would be, when his muscles calmed down after his energy was spent and his body had nothing left to give, again.

The door creaked open after what was the most agonising minute of his life.

His gaze landed on bare legs first, then travelled up Maisie’s stomach and the perfect, full swell of her breasts. He had no words. Not even a sound to come from his dried-in-awe tongue.

Under his own damn waffle dressing gown, Maisie undressed down to a fine satin and lace set, the emerald colour complementing her beyond perfectly. The daylight through the frosted window highlighted every single inch of her; her soft belly he just wanted to grab and mould, her thick thighs he wanted in a death grip around his waist. That satin bra did wonders for making his boxers strain even more, but he’d prefer it on the floor.

She’d made this entrance, but there was still a hesitant shyness in her features.

Iain looked in her eyes and flashed a smirk. “You’re stealing my clothes now?”

Maisie twirled the white belt of the robe in the air. “I like teasing you.”

“I can tell.”

She stepped up to him and traced her fingers over the grazes and faint bruises to his chest, dipping a finger beneath his boxers and running it along the waistband.

“You’re not in the shower,” she murmured, her voice like water rolling over pebbles on the bed of a stream.

“You said to wait.” Iain grunted as the back of her finger disturbed the clipped hair beneath that waistband. His hand snapped to grip her hip over the robe. “Are you going to takethese off?” He could’ve bet money on the fact that Maisie’s lips twitched at the strain in his voice.

She tucked her fingers into either side of his boxers that should’ve ripped a seam from how much his length stood proud. Locked on his eyes, she sank to her knees, taking the thin fabric that separated them with her.

As his cock sprang free, Maisie swallowed, her breasts falling more heavily into that bra. Iain cupped under her chin and tilted her up to look at him, pressing his thumb to her mouth and through the seam of her lips until he grazed her teeth.

“If you’re going to stare at it,” he noted, “then you can play with it too.”

She gave him a challenging glare. “Iamplaying.” Pitching forward where she knelt, she kissed his thigh and blew on the wet ring her lips had left behind. His cock twitched like it beckoned for the same attention. Her lips were so close but not close enough.

Iain let go of a low, devilish laugh. “You don’t play fair, Maisie Moss.”

With only a smirk in response, she readjusted herself as if preparing to get up. He offered her his hands and locked his arms to be her support.

“You said we could go slow.” Sincerity slipped around Maisie’s playful demeanour, her features turning a shade more serious.

“I meant it.” Iain didn’t mind how far they took things between them, as long as she was comfortable. She’d argue he was being left out, but how could watching her reach the pleasures others had neglected her of for so long be a lonely thing?

She settled her hands on his waist like she needed something to ground herself. “Catching you in the shower made me feel things that I’d forgotten I could feel,” she said with a nervous tintin her voice and a slight shake of her head. “I want to feel it all again.”

Iain’s heart expanded, all because of her, because of the trust she was placing in his hands. Whoever had mistreated her didn’t deserve to know her name. He wouldn’t be the one to disappoint her this time.

He cupped each side of her face and kissed her slowly, savouringly, letting her body come tohiswhen they became flush. Maisie arched her spine to reach his lips, and he grunted, his blood pulsating south from the sensation of her stomach pressing against his length. The satin of her underwear was so smooth against that over-sensitised, hot skin.

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