Page 22 of Deserving Maisy
“What was that sigh for?” Jack asked.
They were sitting outside the house. Neither had wanted to go back inside just yet and by unspoken agreement had remained in the car, talking for the last thirty minutes.
“It’s just…it’s been a good day,” she told him honestly.
“It has,” Jack agreed and reached for her hand. He brought it up to his lips and kissed her knuckles. “And it’s not over yet.”
The way he looked at her, as if she was the most desirable woman in the world, had Maisy squirming in her seat. She wanted him. It was crazy, probably stupid, but his memory could come back tomorrow, for all she knew. And if she had only one night with Jack, with a man whoseemed to want her with a desperation she’d never experienced before, she was going to be greedy and take it. She’d be able to pull up the memories of their wedding night when she was alone once more, trapped in the nightmare that was her life.
“We should probably go inside,” she said softly.
“Yeah. You think your brother has planned a dinner? A reception of sorts?”
Maisy shook her head immediately.
Which made Jack frown. “Why not? Doesn’t he want his little sister to have an amazing memory for her renewal of vows?”
Realizing she should’ve made up some excuse rather than simply saying no, Maisy racked her brain to come up with something that might make sense. But her mind was blank. As she’d told Jason once upon a time, she wasn’t good at lying. Didn’t like doing it and never was able to think fast on her feet. In the end, she just shook her head.
“Whatever. Doesn’t matter. I’m not sure I want to spend my night with your brother, no offense.”
She gave him a small smile. “It’s okay. I don’t want to spend my wedding night with him either.”
“So…maybe we can raid Paige’s kitchen and bring some snacks up to our room? Lock the door and celebrate our own way?”
Her heart felt as if it would beat out of her chest. Maisy gave him a small smile and nodded.
“Great. Let’s go,” Jack said, sounding eager. He jumped out of the car, and Maisy giggled as she did the same. He grabbed her hand as soon as she walked around the vehicle and pulled her toward the door.
Half expecting Jason to be waiting for them with afrown on his face and a scolding on his tongue for being gone so long, Maisy was pleasantly surprised when the hallway was empty. They headed for the kitchen and found Paige and two of the housekeepers chatting.
They made small talk, and Jack sweet-talked Paige into making them a charcuterie board with various kinds of cheese, crackers, pickles, olives, carrots, chocolate, a few cookies, and some nuts. He carried it up the stairs to their room, and after putting it on the bed, walked determinedly to the door and locked it.
Maisy was well aware that locking the door wouldn’t keep her brother out if he really wanted in. She’d learned that the hard way last year when he was yelling at her and she’d fled to her room to get away from him. He’d laughed and used a key she didn’t know he had to enter her room without any difficulty whatsoever. He’d told her how stupid she was, that there was nowhere she could go that he wouldn’t find her, and swore that if she ever walked away when he was talking to her again, she’d regret it.
But now wasn’t a time to think about her brother and all the bad things he’d done. She was married, and she wanted this time alone with her husband more than she’d ever thought possible. It was stupid, she should put him off, tell him she had her period or something. Sleeping with him would only make him hate her more when his memories returned, but Maisy needed Jack more than she needed air. If she only had this one night, she was taking it, selfish as that might seem.
Jack walked toward her and put his hands on her shoulders. Then he gently pushed her backward until her knees hit the mattress. “Climb up,” he said with a small smile. “We’ll have a picnic.”
Doing as he requested, Maisy sat so she was on one side of the large cutting board Paige had used for the finger food. Jack joined her on the mattress and sat next to her instead of across.
Then he proceeded to feed her one little snack at a time. They laughed and talked about her favorite TV shows as they ate. But each time his fingers brushed against her lips, Maisy’s need ramped up. Before long, he stopped being coy about touching her while they ate. His free hand rested on her knee, and each time he fed her a piece of food, he ran his thumb over her bottom lip or caressed her cheek.
And of course, Maisy gave as good as she got. She fed him as well, loving the way his pupils dilated as she teased him back.
The next time he gave her a piece of chocolate, Maisy reached up and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from pulling his hand back. She licked his finger, ridding it of the small bit of melted chocolate that had been left behind.
Jack moaned, and the sound went straight to her pussy. She stared into his eyes as she took his index finger into her mouth. Feeling extremely wanton, she licked around the digit and sucked, hard.
Maisy squeaked in surprise as Jack moved. He had her on her back before she knew what he was doing. He loomed over her, and she stared up at him in anticipation. Then, without a word, he leaned down and kissed her. Hard, deep, and with complete dominance. And she loved every second. She melted under his touch, giving in to whatever he wanted.
And what he apparently wanted was whatshewantedtoo. Maisy had never felt so…alive. Every nerve ending tingled. She could feel how wet she was between her legs, her underwear positively drenched. She needed Jack. Now.
Not realizing she was clawing at him, trying to get closer, she mewed in disappointment when he pulled back.
“Easy,Stellina. We have all night.”
She shook her head. “No. I want you, Jack. Now. If you don’t get inside me right this second, I think I’ll die.”
