Page 54 of Saving Grace

His hand splays over my stomach, holding me down. The other trails featherlight touches up and down my inner thigh.

Another long languid stroke through my center, and this time I swear he groans.He likes it?The pad of his finger dances over my entrance. I almost choke on an inhale. Warm lips close around my clit.

“Ma—Holy. Shit!”

He suckles it before his hot tongue strokes over it again and again. Warmth pools fast, sending wet need to my core. My knuckles whiten around the bunched-up duvet I cling to.

“Mack . . .”

“Mhmmm?”

“Oh. What th?—”

Again through the center, and two fingers sink into me as he sucks on my clit with long, hard pulls. Lightning floods my veins as I shatter at the core.

“Mackinlay!”

Arched off the bed, my body convulses more with every wave he coaxes from me, each languid pump of his fingers, every move his mouth makes. My hands are in his hair, and I grip tight. He smiles against my pussy. I can’t breathe.

I don’t want to.

Settling, I plummet back to the bed, arms by my head on my pillow, eyes slammed shut. My chest caves with every deep breath. He crawls over me, his warmth covering me again. His scent folds around me. A soft kiss presses to my forehead. I close my mouth and open my eyes. He pecks each temple before landing a kiss on my lips.

When he pushes off the bed and disappears through the door, I stare after him in awe.

Chapter Fourteen

MACK

Seeing Grace come undone snapped something in my chest I’m sure was supposed to be whole. She’s quiet when she comes out to make supper. But finding me already halfway through making our evening meal, she hovers by the counter, like she doesn’t know if she should stay or leave.

“Wanna help?” I ask, scraping diced chicken into a hot pan. It sizzles and the aroma from the spice blend I coated it with bursts to life, filling the kitchen.

She walks around the counter and comes to my side. “Sure, what do you need?”

I turn and pull her into my chest, dipping my head into her hair by her neck. “Just this.”

“You’ll starve if you only need this.”

I push up tall and hold her at arm’s length. “I would never go hungry or alone if you were here. You’ve proven that to me time and time again.”

She rolls her eyes at me.

“You need me to show you how you satiate me again?” I ask, raising a brow.

Her cheeks blush, but she holds my gaze this time. “Thank you for the orgasm.” She turns to head to the fridge.

I grab her wrist. “Grace, it’s not tit for tat. There’s no your pleasure in exchange for mine.”

“Only because you haven’t had yours.”

I shake my head. She’s not getting it. “That’s not how it works. There is no score sheet for this shit.”

“Noted.” But her face is pulled into a frown.

“You don’t owe me because I made you come. I got as much out of it as you did.”

She scoffs. “I highly doubt that.”

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