Chapter Twenty-Two
Beck
Maisie was a tangle of softness and silky skin against me. Buried deep inside of her, I didn’t want to move. Ever. I sifted my fingers through her curls. She started to shift her weight off of me, but I held her tight.
“Don’t move,” I murmured.
She laughed softly. “You’re bossy this morning.”
She lifted her head, her brown eyes glinting with mirth.
“Am I?”
She nodded, her messy curls bouncing. “Don’t rush, don’t move. What else shouldn’t I do?”
Her comment reminded me I’d told her not to rush somewhere along the way of that hot little interlude we’d just experienced. My heart tightened for a beat, and I had to take a slow breath to gather myself. She had the craziest effect on me. I hadn’t wanted any of this to end too soon. Hell, if we could’ve somehow made
