Page 20 of Deserving Maisy
“That means the world to me. You’re safe when you’re with me.”
“And you’re safe with me too,” she responded.
He smiled at her and pulled her against him once more. He loved the feel of her against his body. She was soft to his hard, the yin to his yang. It was hard to believe he’d forgotten this woman. She seemed to take up every inch of his headspace now. His brain was full of all things Maisy Smith. His wife. It was unbelievable, but so right at the same time.
He lowered his head without a word and felt satisfaction rise up within him when she went up on her tiptoes to eagerly reach his mouth. One of her hands came up and caressed the back of his neck as he kissed her.
What had started as a way to show her how pleased he was that she was his wife, that he honored and cherished her, blossomed into so much more in a heartbeat. It was all Jack could do not to lay her back on the table behind them and take her right then and there.
He wanted this woman. His wife. He yearned to see her body. To find out what she liked in bed. To feel herclasping his cock as he pushed deep inside her warm, wet sheath.
She was his wife, he’d had her hundreds of times before now, but he didn’t remember a damn one of them, and that made everything a little more exciting. How many men had a second chance to have a first time with his wife?
They were both breathing hard when Jack forced himself to lift his head. One of his hands had pulled up the hem of the pretty lavender dress she wore and was kneading her scrumptious ass cheek. The other he’d wrapped around her hair, holding her head still as he ravished her mouth.
Her pupils were dilated, and her lips plump and red from their kisses. She looked up at him in a daze even as her fingers caressed the sensitive skin on the back of his neck. Her nipples pressed hard against the bodice of the dress and it took all of Jack’s control not to lean down and take one of them into his mouth.
“Nice.”
The low voice had Jack moving before he understood what he was doing. He spun, putting himself between Maisy and whoever had dared interrupt them, letting go of her ass so her dress fell back down, covering her thighs once more. Turning, he glared at the man who stood just inside the door. He was tall and muscular. Had blond hair and ice-blue eyes that seemed lifeless. He wore a smirk on his face that rubbed Jack the wrong way and made him want to remove Maisy from his sight immediately.
Jack didn’t recognize the man, hadn’t seen him in the house before.
“Don’t stop on my account,” the man snickered. “Things were just getting good.”
“Who are you?” Jack barked. The man gave him the creeps, and he didn’t want him even in the same room as his wife.
“No one,” the man said with that same mocking smile on his face. “I was just looking for Jason.”
“He’s not here,” Jack said gruffly.
“Right. I’ll just be off to find him then. I hear congratulations are in order?”
Why he said that as a question, Jack didn’t know. He gave a single curt nod.
“Right. Then congratulations. And sorry about the memory problem…but it looks like things turned out better than planned for you. Lucky.”
Jack didn’t understand what the man meant, but he definitely didn’t like him. He didn’t say anything, just continued to glare at the stranger.
The man tipped an imaginary hat to them, then left as quietly as he’d arrived. But it was the laughter that echoed through the hall and into the dining room that had Jack gritting his teeth.
“Who was that?” he asked, turning and pulling Maisy into his embrace once more.
“I don’t know. I’ve never seen him before. But Jason has lots of…associates…that I’ve never met.”
Jack’s head was pounding harder than before. It was as if his unconscious was screaming out a warning, but he couldn’t decipher it. It was frustrating and irritating.
“Jack?” Maisy asked. “If you don’t want to go anywhere, that’s all right. I’m sure whatever Paige has planned will be wonderful.”
Taking a deep breath and willing his pounding headache to fade, he shook his head. “No, we’re definitelygoing.” Then he looked down at his wife. His gaze ran over her face, her still plump lips, her mussed hair, knowing it had been his hand that caused it. He blurted, “Tonight, I’d like to make love to my wife again…if that’s acceptable to you.” Yes, they’d talked about this before, but after vowing to love and honor her, he felt as if he needed to get her permission.
She looked nervous, even a little scared, which bothered Jack. But then she licked her lips and nodded.
“We don’t have to, if you aren’t sure,” Jack felt compelled to say.
“I’m sure. I…I want you. But…it’s been a while for me.”
Jack frowned. “A while?”
