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Fuck,he wanted to fill her too.

His hands went to her thighs, brushing up over the emerald satin covering her wide hips under his robe she’d claimed as hers, all the way to curl his fingers around her breasts. Maisie whimpered, her hips punching towards him. Iain couldn’t remember this bra from when every one she owned had scattered at his feet not so long ago, but only because he’d saved her some embarrassment and closed his eyes; if he’d looked more fully, then he’d have decided back then that this one was his favourite.

The satin was smooth under his thumbs, the trim of white lace useless as decoration to breasts that were already so perfect. He was at the right height to lower his mouth to her chest and flatten his tongue between them.

“Ugh,” Maisie moaned, “do that again.” Her fingers tightened on his hair when he did, finding her hard nipples beneath the satin and thumbing them. If he ruined it – he didn’t care. He’d buy her another one.

The motions to dry his hair had practically ceased. Iain kissed and licked his way down her body, adoring all the bits she claimed as wobbly and undeserving of such attention. His hands paused at her hips, and he tucked his fingers in her underwear.

“These look so pretty on you,” he praised, chin tilted to peek all the way up at the rush of ruby on her cheeks, “but I’d prefer them on the floor.”

Maisie dropped the towel and grabbed the tub.“Iain …”

He drew the green satin down her legs and exposed her completely.“Fucking hell.”

“What?” The thread of worry in her breathy voice wasn’t warranted at all.

Iain turned his chin up again. “If only you could see what I do, Maisie. You are so beautiful.” Her chest hitched. “And while you might have mademedry …” He slid his fingers slowly up the inner of her thigh, all the way up. “You are completely soaked.”

Her body bucked, thighs clamping around his hand. Her fingers clutched his shoulders as he pitched his body forwards and slipped his tongue between the seam of her apex.

Maisie cried out in an ear-pleasing beg for more. One hand left his shoulder and hitched under her stomach as she pressed her hips forwards. She made an even more vein-pulsing cry one minute later when his tongue completed its task. Her hands fell to fold around his neck as her pleasure turned to the sweetest giggle.

Iain didn’t give her a chance to come down – he wanted her to stay on that sweaty, panting high.

Thrusting himself to his feet, he grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her up.

“Oh my god—”Maisie’s hands dug into his shoulders as she yelped in surprise.

Godhe’d wanted to do that for a while. Her legs circled around his hips and locked more tightly around him than theyneeded to. She was safe in his arms – he’d shown her that already.

Iain gave Maisie a second to realise that he had her. She was never going to fall when he was the one holding her. The shock of worry in her eyes eased and settled, shifting to something more like rapture.

“Fucking hell. You’re an enigma, Daffy,” he said. “You’re all shy at first and then you go and do that.”

Her words caressed his lips. “The way you look at me … it gives me confidence.”

“I look at you like this all the damn time.”

“I think we should go to your bedroom now,” she said.

He flexed his fingers where they spread across her arse, smirking at her little squeak. “Do?*, Daffy. We should.”

* Yes

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

MAISIE

She bouncedon the bed where Iain dropped her, where he’dcarriedher all the way to. There hadn’t been a stutter in a single one of his steps, and the intimate knowledge of how strong he was sent a brand-new wave of arousal through Maisie’s body to places desire had never touched before.

Swallowing, she ran herveryappreciative gaze up his firm, hair-roughened thighs where he’d planted himself just beyond the end of the bed, along his solid length that had pressed to her sensitive core when her legs had been around his waist, and across the chunky blocks of his abs.Howshe’d ended up naked with a man of Iain’s stature, Maisie wasn’t sure. His well-built arms alone made her pulse rocket twenty beats higher.

She lay before him, his robe fanned around her on a grey woven throw. Usually, she would want the curtains closed or the room to be dark – but not today. The way Iain looked at her with such skin-prickling intensity was too damn knee-weakening, too addictive, to make him stop.

Her hair fell down her spine as she rolled up to her knees and reached out, wrapping her hand around Iain’s length that looked painfully hard, skin to skin. He tipped his head back witha groan. No wonder he’d hated resisting touching himself at her command – to be this solid must actually be painful.

“I didn’t get to do this last time.” Leaning forward, she licked a strip up the underside.

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