Page 39 of Deserving Maisy
Jack didn’t like the loss of eye contact. It felt like she was shutting him out, like she did during the day when they moved about the house. “Look at me,” he ordered.
Her eyes opened immediately.
“I love you, Maisy. You’ve been the one constant in my life since my accident. You’re the one person I know won’t lie to me, who will tell me things as they are. And I’d doanything for you. Getting to fall in love with you a second time was a gift. Hear me?”
Her eyes filled with tears and they overflowed, coursing down the sides of her face into her hair. “The best day of my life was when I met you,” she whispered.
Jack leaned down and kissed the salty tears from her face. “Then why are you crying?” he asked.
“When your memory returns, you’re going to leave,” she admitted in a barely there whisper.
Jack shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
“You are. But it’s okay. I’ll understand.”
“What aren’t you telling me? What happened with us? Why’d I move to Spokane?” he asked. Then he shook his head. “No, you know what? It doesn’t matter. That’s behind us. We started over two weeks ago. Our renewal of vows was just that. A new beginning. I’m not leaving you,Stellina. And I’m not letting you leave me either.”
She gave him a watery smile. “I’m going to make this right. I give you my word on that.”
“We’re already right,” he said firmly. Anxiety rolled through his gut. Something was wrong. Very, very wrong. Even though he’d just said it didn’t matter why he’d up and left his wife, deep down, he knew itdidmatter. And he couldn’t fix whatever happened between them if he didn’t know the details.
She took a deep breath, then brought a hand up to her face and brushed the tears off her temples almost impatiently. Smiling slightly, she said, “So…it’s the middle of the night and we’re both awake…whatever should we do?”
Jack didn’t want to change the subject. As much as he enjoyed making love to his wife, he had so many questions. Why she all of a sudden was taking so many pills again.He’d seen the bottles Jason had brought to her. Hehatedthat she felt the need for medication, wanted to do something, anything, to lessen her anxiety. He couldn’t fathom needing so many different drugs for a bout of anxiety, but…surely her doctor knew her medical history better than he did. Wouldn’t prescribe her something that would be harmful to her, would he?
The hand that had wiped her face snaked down their bodies and managed to squeeze between them to close around his cock. Like usual, all it took was one touch and he was hard.
“Make love to me, Jack,” she said, licking her lips.
He couldn’t resist her. Anything his Maisy wanted, she’d get. “How do you want me?”
“Like this. You looking into my eyes. Long, slow, and deep.”
Fuck, her words got him so hot. Jack moved his hips back and unerringly found himself at her opening. Then he was all the way inside. He didn’t even remember moving. But his cock obviously knew what it wanted, and that was to be buried inside her warm sheath.
She was still wet from his earlier release in her channel, and the thought of his come filling her to the brim was so carnal, and satisfying as hell. “Like this?” he asked as he slowly caressed her from the inside.
“Yesssss,” she moaned.
Jack made love to his wife just as she requested. Long, slow, and deep. He stared into her eyes as he did so, and she didn’t break eye contact, not once. He felt closer to her than ever before…but at the same time, it almost felt like some kind of goodbye.
That wasn’t happening. She washis. He wasn’t lettingher go. That was unacceptable. This woman was the other half of his soul. He had no doubt whatsoever about that.
He might not remember his life before Maisy, but he didn’t need to. She was his past, his present, and his future. And he wouldn’t let anyone or anything stand in the way of keeping her by his side. He’d forgotten her before, but that wouldn’t happen again. He’d tie her to him so tightly there was no way either of them could extricate themselves. If that meant keeping her delirious with pleasure, so be it. It wouldn’t be a hardship to give her multiple orgasms every night for the rest of their lives.
Speaking of which…Jack reached between them and tweaked one of her nipples and felt a corresponding tightening around his cock. He loved how responsive she was. But he needed her to come. He was on the brink himself, and he didn’t want to go over the edge without her.
He moved his hand farther down and began to caress her clit. She moaned and shook her head, but Jack didn’t let up. Within a minute, she shattered. But throughout it all, she didn’t take her gaze from his own. When he released inside her body, it felt even more intimate because of their eye contact.
It wasn’t until he felt himself softening inside her that he leaned down and buried his face in her neck. He inhaled, smelling her apple scent and the subtle—or not so subtle, considering how often they’d made love recently—scent of sex. It was burned into his memory. No matter how hard the next knock on his head was, Jack vowed never to forget it. Or her.
Instead of getting up to get a washcloth to clean them, Jack pulled out, arranged her against his side in their usual sleeping positions, and held her against him.
“Jack, I need to clean up.”
“No. You don’t.”
“But…I’m leaking,” she said with a smile against his shoulder.
