Page 134 of You, As You Are

Iain hissed. “Shit—you are trouble, Daffy.”

“You like it.”

“I fucking love it.” His hands cupped her cheeks and he folded to capture her lips so purposefully he might leave an indent when they parted.

Swept away in his passionate kiss, Maisie didn’t read into that comment too much;lovehad been an off-handed phrase. She’d mull-over later how he couldn’t meanlovelove, could he? He loved this – what they did together. He couldn’t loveher.

The fresh, woodland scent of Iain’s damp skin drew back with him. “As much as I want to feel your mouth around me,” he confessed, his wolfish features taut and ready to pounce, “this is about you, so lie back. You can suck me off for round four.”

Maisie wasn’t quite sure if her body could last that long, but she was damn sure going to try.

She rested back on her elbows with her knees bent apart, and Iain leaned above her, one hand cradling her head as he pressed his mouth to hers in a sensual sweep. Parting her lips, Maisie couldn’t stop her spine from arching, trying to chase the current of desire that hummed between her thighs. She grabbed his hips and pulled them down to her, his hot body covering hers, the head of his cock dipping to her entrance. Her ache to feel all of him intensified just with that one tease.

Iain’s kiss stuttered when he nudged her again and groaned a little longer. “Tell me the second you don’t want something,” he said, leaving searing kisses down her neck as her hands explored across the width of his back.

“What I want is you inside of me,” Maisie answered breathily, his tipright thereat her opening, wet and ready for him.

Iain pulled up from the pulsing base of her throat to look down at her, concern lining his brow. “Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.” This sort of overwhelmingneedto be completely as one never happened to Maisie – it couldn’t be wrong. “You’ve never made me feel less than I am, Iain. You’re so patient.”

His emerging smile slipped before he exhaled frustratedly. “Shit. I don’t have any?—”

“I do,” Maisie cut him off, her impulse to buy condoms for the first time in forever making his brows rise. “I bought them.” The corners of her eyes pinched in a vague wince. “I think the woman at the till recognised me, though, so half of town will know what we’re doing by tomorrow.”

Iain chuckled down at her. “Let them gossip.”

“I have to go slow.” More so this time than before.

Shifting to his side, Iain reached over and opened his nightstand drawer, holding up a tube he picked out. “Would this make things easier for you?”

Oh …Maisie hadn’t even thought about that. Men in her experience were always so sure that she would be ‘fine’ – they didn’t want the extra help, and she’d grown so used to dealing without it.

But she was learning now that she didn’t have to settle for being the afterthought.

Her cheeks warmed. “Yes.” Though this newfound confidence of hers skipped off and left the room.

Iain rolled back towards her, tube in hand. He didn’t sound offended or disappointed when he asked, “Shall we use it?”

Maisie peered at him like she was too embarrassed to ask for what she wanted, but he knew already that wasn’t the case. His eyes met hers at her lip-biting silence, and she was glad she didn’t have to try and put into words why she hadn’t answered when his raised brow softened.

“It won’t make me feel emasculated, Maise,” he told her warmly, his free hand encircling her hip. “I want you to enjoy this. Any means necessary.”

She inhaled slowly. “Okay.”

Cracking a smile, Iain tipped his body forward and kissed her, both of them sinking into the bed side by side. Hands wandered, his finding its way to her arse then her thigh, hitching her leg over his hip. He used the easy access to reach further around her and swiped his finger over her entrance. Her body restlessly curved in response, pushing her satin-covered breasts into his chest.

“You’re already wet, Daffy darling,” he said, his voice like smoke, “but we can do better.”

Iain retrieved the tube from wherever he’d left it – when he’d kissed her, she’d stopped paying attention to anything but the taste of his lips – popped open the lid, and squeezed the water-based gel onto his fingers.

“Can I have some?” Maisie lifted her hand and he gave her the tube with an odd smile on his face.

“Where are you going with it?” Iain watched her slip her hand between them then wrap her gel-covered fingers around the base of his cock. He jolted. “Fuck—give a man a little warning before you go squeezing him,” he said with a light growl that fractured into a chuckle.

Maisie rolled herself so her mouth was by his ear, the gel practically melting between her palm and his hot skin. “May I please give you some attention?” she asked, turning her wrist to stroke along his length.

Iain turned his head and kissed her, slipping a wet finger inside of her right as their lips collided. Whimpering, her body clamped around that inch.

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