Page 81 of Deserving Maisy
Thankfully, Jack didn’t seem alarmed by her reaction. He eased upward so he was sitting on his ass and she was in his lap, still clinging to him. One hand went behind her head to hold her against him and the other went around her lower back, pressing her closer.
When Maisy had a little more control over herself, she lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. His hand stayed at the back of her head, holding her protectively.
“Forgive you? You did nothing wrong.Nothing,” she said heatedly. “I have no idea why you want anything to do with me. My brother is most likely a murderer, definitely a kidnapper and an asshole. You were forced to marry meunder false pretenses, and if my brother ever finds out where we are, he’ll likely do whatever he can to make our lives hell.”
“None of that has anything to do with you. Us,” Jack said simply.
Tears filled Maisy’s eyes again. “Yes, Jack. I want all of that. I love you. I think I loved you that first night when you were so gentle with me. So worried that you were hurting me. I knew then that you were a good man down to your soul, and you just proved it again.”
“I take you, Maisy, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, through sickness and health, till death do us part.”
Shit, she couldn’t stop crying. “I take you, Jack, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, through sickness and health, till death do us part.”
Then Jack’s head lowered, and he kissed her with the most loving and gentle meeting of lips she’d ever felt in her life. He lifted his head and his hands came to her face, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
“We’re gonna make this work,” he vowed.
“Your friends are gonna wonder what the hell is wrong with you,” Maisy warned.
He chuckled. “No, they aren’t. I’ve already been getting side-eye from all of them. They don’t like how I’ve been treating you. They’re onyourside, Maisy. Even with everything your brother did, they understand that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Yeah, getting kidnapped sucked, for both of us, but in the end I came out a winner. And just think about how us being together for real will piss off your brother.”
Maisy couldn’t help but laugh at that. Yeah, her being happy would chap Jason’s ass for sure.
“You good?” he asked.
“Yeah. You?”
“I’m perfect.”
“Owl told me that you hit him once when he tried to wake you up while you were having a nightmare.” Maisy wasn’t sure where this was coming from, but she wanted to make sure he was really okay, and this whole conversation wasn’t somehow because he was sleepwalking or something.
“Yup. More than once. No one could ever get near me when I was dreaming. It didn’t turn out well for them.”
“You didn’t hurtme,” Maisy said.
“No, I didn’t. And I won’t. Ever. You’re the only one who can reach me when I’m lost in my nightmares, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Then he moved, putting Maisy on her back once again. He hovered over her, and this time one of his hands fingered the hem of her shirt at her hip.
And just like that, arousal swam in Maisy’s veins. “Yes, Jack. I need you.”
“Are you sure?”
In response, feeling braver than she’d ever felt, Maisy wiggled and shifted until she got her shirt off. Then she lay under him in nothing but her underwear.
The lust and pleasure in his eyes made her feel like the sexiest woman in the world. He didn’t speak, simply lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth.
Maisy groaned. Jack’s hands and mouth on her feltright. She felt as if she’d finally come home.
This time, there were no secrets. He knew who shewas, and who she wasn’t, and he wanted her anyway. It felt like a miracle. Somehow this felt as if it was their true wedding night. They’d re-pledged themselves to each other with no lies between them.
But unlike their first time, there was nothing slow and easy about their coming together. Jack ripped his boxers off and Maisy slid her underwear down her legs and kicked them away. Jack’s hand went between her legs and drove her right to the brink with hardly any effort. She was soaking wet. Needy. Desperate.
“I’m ready. Now, Jack. Now!”
He didn’t ask if she was sure again. Didn’t hesitate. Pushing her legs apart with his knees, he pressed inside her in one long, hard stroke.
They both moaned.
“Can’t go slow,” he warned.
