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One side of my mouth pulls up as I hold her eyes then push the glistening digits into my mouth. A pleased groan reverberates in my chest at the sweet taste, and I know I’ll never have enough of Maisie Carmichael.
“You taste even better than the cakes you make.”
Mouth opening and closing a couple of times, Maisie can’t seem to find a response as she processes my words. “I… I… That’s… good, I guess?”
“For me, it’s very good,” I state calmly and gently lower her leg back to the ground with my tail. “Let’s get you home.”
I love what we just did, but what I want—need—to make clear to Maisie is that my feelings for her are not based on our sexual connection. That is purely a bonus. What I feel for her has been building with every moment we’ve spent together. Each conversation, each touch, each time she shows me that she understands me, it’s all led me to know that I want her. For more than lessons.
I want to keep Maisie.
I want to make her mine.
After I rearrange her dress, I tuck an escaped tendril back into her hair.
Maisie worries her lip and lowers her gaze. “Ren, can I stay with you tonight?”
“Yes.” My answer is simple. For Maisie, I’ll always say yes.
She’s quick to elaborate. “I don’t mean to proposition you. No sex. I just… I don’t want to be alone tonight. But it’s totally okay if you’re not okay. I get it. I just thought—”
I take her face between both my hands and press a quick soft kiss to her mouth. “You never have to ask me. You’re always welcome. My home is your home.”
Chapter 15
Maisie
Ren and I walk to his cottage. Hand in hand. In the moonlight.
My heart and stomach are both a fluttery mess as my brain tries to catch up with what just happened and how romantic tonight feels.
When we get to his home, he leads me upstairs and takes out a big T-shirt.
Holding it out for me, he says, “This might be more comfortable for you to sleep in than that pretty dress. Would youlike some pants too?”
I try my best not to swoon. I try my best not to have literal hearts in my eyes as I look at probably the best person I’ve met in my life. I try my best not to tackle him to the ground and rain kisses down on him.
Instead of doing any of that, I squeak out, “Pants would be nice.”
I also try not to think about how wet my underwear is and that I’ll have to leave it to dry somewhere in his house.
Ren takes out some sweatpants and I eye the width of the waist. I’m not very confident that my hips are going to fit into his clothes, but I’m going to give it a try, or else my bare pussy might just get ideas. Wouldn’t want her to accidentally slip onto his tail or his cock in the middle of the night. I mean I would, but I told him I won’t proposition him.
A quick trip to the bathroom and some gentle cursing later as I stuff my pear-shaped hips into his sweatpants, I’m cautiously heading up the stairs silently chanting, “Please don’t rip. Please don’t rip.”
Ren stands at the foot of the bed with his hands clasped in front of him, totally lost in thought. His glasses dangle from his fingers and I take a second to study him.
He’s really beautiful. All curvy horns and golden eyes, sharp jaw and toned body. Ren has a lot of sex appeal that I guess comes with the territory of being a sexual species that’s meant to seduce—as Calixta explained to me earlier tonight about her too. But there’s more to him. Ren’s soul is so pure, so good, that it radiates from the inside out.
I like him. A lot. But could there be more between us?
Usually, I don’t like overthinking things and just go with the flow, but I don’t want to fuck our friendship up by entertaining ideas of being with him if that’s not something he wants.
If he just wants lessons then I can respect that. I can be a good friend to him. But maybe, just maybe, I can crack the door open and see if he could potentially develop feelings for me too.
Ren rubs at his eyes and turns to me, his gaze quickly sweeping over me from head to toe before settling somewhere around my mouth. “Hi.”
I lock my knees before that raspy drawl melts me into a puddle. “Hi,” I echo. I need to get a hold of my own feelings before they run away with my heart and deposit it directly into the poor unsuspecting incubus’s hands.
