“You weren’t listening to me when I said I don’t care about the eggs or the mess. You could throw an egg in my face, and I wouldn’t care.”
She raises an eyebrow at me.
“Okay,” I concede with a wince, imagining how painful that might be. “Iwouldcare about getting egged in the face. Eggshell in the eye is gonna sting.”
The tiniest flicker of amusement tells me she’s no longer reliving a memory where someone hurt her for making a mess. Whoever it was did it so often that she immediately assumed I’d lash out at her.
“I would never egg you in the face,” she says.
I step around the mess we made on the floor, and when she doesn’t flinch away from me, I let out a quiet sigh of relief.
“Good.” I offer her my palm, and when she takes it, I give her a gentle tug toward my chest, wrap my arms around her, and rest my chin on top of her head.
“Why are you hugging me?” she asks, so confused that I almost smile.
“So you’ll start getting used to what will happen every time you make a mess or drop something.”
I can’t see her face, but I feel her surprise. “You’llhugme?”
“Yup. Maybe even kiss you.”
She peels her face from my chest and peers up at me, her forehead furrowed. “Why?”
“So you’ll want to drop things and make a mess,” I explain.
“Yes, butwhy?”
“I want you to understand, consciouslyandsub-consciously, that you’re in a place where no one will punish you for making a mess.”
A mask comes down over her expression. “Then you’ll stop the hugs and kisses?”
I give her a long look, working out if I said something right or wandered into a mistake that will chase her out the door. “Would youlikeme to stop the hugs and the kisses?”
She doesn’t respond, which is answer enough for me.
Maisie likes the idea of me hugging her and doesn’t want me to set a time limit on when it will end. I can’t say I blame her; she feels fucking amazing in my arms. As if that’s where she was always meant to be.
She chews on her lip, and I let out a groan as my cock jerks in response. “You have to stop doing that around me, baby.”
“Doing what?”
I dip my head so inches separate my mouth from hers. She doesn’t lean away, an interesting development when I was almost positive she would. “Biting down on your lip like that.”
She exhales, and my stomach clenches at her warm breath hitting my lips.
“Why?” she whispers.
“Because it makes me want to dothis…” I brush my lips against hers, soft and light, catching her almost silent moan. I hold still for a bit, unsure if she’ll push me away or tell me to stop.
Her eyes flick from my eyes to my mouth. The tip of her tongue wets her lower lip, and before I can warn her not to do it again, she’s rising to her tiptoes, her hands sliding up my chest to loop behind my shoulders.
With a groan, I deepen the kiss, crushing her against me as my hands roam over her back. Her lower belly cushions my cock, and her pebbled nipples dig into my chest. Tucking her tighter against me, I stroke my hands down over the soft swell of her ass, down over her bare upper thighs, up again, and my heart stops.
She’s not wearing panties.
Fuck.
Groaning, my hands mold her ass, and she whimpers into my mouth. My cock is throbbing between us. It’s growing thicker and harder at the thought of spreading Maisie’s thighs and sliding deep inside her.
