Chapter Twenty-seven
Mia couldn’t believe his words. “Are you kidding me?” How could the man be so naively sensitive as to take the blame on his own shoulders? Most people would never see their own culpability, never mind voice it.
She stared into his face. His gentle expression revealed the sincere belief that wracked his frame. In Jack’s mind it was his fault.
Strength flooded. Her hands held his face so he couldn’t look away. “Stop that! Stop it at once. You are not the culprit here. You saved her. Maisie did wrong. She knew it. We spoke yesterday about her never going to the pool alone.”
“Aww, come on. She’s a baby.”
“That baby understands English very well and knew what the rules meant. She disobeyed. If anyone beside Maisie is at fault, it’s me.
I should have known the little monster was so smart that she could figure out how to work the latch on the gate.
The nearby stool was on wheels, and she must have rolled it over and bingo… she’s in.”
They glared at each other until slowly the frowns disappeared, burned away by the sudden heat in their eyes. She saw his need, felt her own grow to meet his. Lordy, the man was hot. She adored everything about him.
Quickly, passion built. Their lips met, and sighs of wanting turned to moans of pleasure. Her arms clung around his neck as she stood on her tippy toes to reach his mouth. He smelled like chlorine and the dampness from his clothes soaked her own.
She didn’t care.
Having his lips on hers again soothed her pain and made the recent fear recede. He tasted so good… she could kiss him forever.
Until a voice rang out in the distance. “Can I come from my woom now, Mia?”