Page 67 of Saving Grace

He’s disappeared under my blue skirt a heartbeat later. His tongue runs over the already soaked panties, from start to finish. My hands grip the sides of the seat, chest heaving as he taps my inner thigh. I lift up and my panties are on the dash before I drop back down.

“Wait,” I breathe.

He pops out from under the fabric. “You okay, gorgeous?”

I shake my head.

His brows lower.

“Please, kiss me.”

He crawls up the seat, a hand pushing him up on the console with the other cupping my face. His lips meet mine, and I open so fast. Drowning. Falling. As his tongue sweeps and caresses, I soak him in, gripping his face like he’s my lifeline. After a long, slow day and thoughts of all I have lost, I want him close.

I turn my head when I have to come up for air and he nudges my chin with his nose. “Never be afraid to ask for the things you need, Gracie.” His words rumble against my chest. I run my hands through his hair. His drift to my stomach.

“I won’t.”

“Promise me, whatever you need, you’ll ask for it. There’s nothing you could do or say that would?—”

I grab his head and raise it so his eyes are on me. “I promise. I will. But it goes both ways, okay?”

He nods. Cheek floods his face a moment later and he swings under my dress again. I lie on the seat and let the man I adore wake me up.

In the best way possible.

He runs his tongue through my center.

Slow.

I arch from the seat and whimper.

“Fuckme, Mackinlay.”

His hearty chuckle against my soaked center sends me higher.

We are going to beso late. . .

Louisa meets us at the white gate to her homestead yard. We are absolutely late. The fairy lights hung throughout the old trees are lit up, turning the space around us into a wonderland. Ruby’s influence, so I have been told. It’s stunning. She did good.

“You’re here!” Louisa pulls me in for a hug.

“I’m so sorry we’re late,” I say softly.

Mack files in behind me with Cheryl and the beers, and Louisa steps away and pins him with her best mom glare. “I’m guessin’ that’s your fault?”

“Guilty,” he says with a wry smile before his gaze slips to me. “Where you want Cheryl, Gracie?”

“She needs an hour at least. Can I heat up the oven, Louisa?”

“Oh, hon, it’s already on. Moderate heat. Ready to go. Who’s Cheryl, and why are we cookin’ her?” Her face pulls with confusion.

“Long story, Ma,” Mack says as he heads inside with the roasting tray and armful of drinks. Addy and Ruby hustle out the door in a hurry and sweep me away from Louisa. We head inside. Harry sits at the kitchen table. He’s in his good clothes, too.

Okay, what gives? I thought he had a huge workday...

I run an eye over Ruby. She wears a floaty white dress with pink-topped boots. Addy is in a yellow summer dress and flats. Both women have their makeup done, wearing dangly earrings. And they both smell divine!

“I love your perfume,” I offer Ruby as she plants me on the sofa by the hearth.

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