Page 84 of Saving Grace

I ignore my cock, opting to love up on this woman who deserves every ounce of affection I can give her.

I rise and track the loofah around each perfect breast. She takes a sharp inhale as the fine material grazes over her right nipple and her eyes flutter shut.

“Jesus, Gracie. What have we started?”

“You have no idea how addictive you are, Mackinlay Rawlins.”

I huff a laugh and pass the loofah over her collarbones and around her neck before spinning her on her feet to cover her back and ass.

One look at her curves from behind and I go from hard to fuckin’ stone.

“You alright back there, Mack?” The amusement in her voice tells me everything I need to know.

I finish up, and she smells like a peach. With a playful slap to her ass, I tug the shower head from the cradle and wash her off.

“Now, your turn.”

In a few minutes, her deft hands have my entire body lathered. She takes her time with my aching cock, her hand caressing the tip and the long vein up the center. I slap a hand to the tile, and she releases me.

I swear to god, Grace Weston.

Studying my face, she frowns and pulls the shower head down to wash me off. I sag into the heat of the water, letting my eyes drift shut. The water stops. Fingertips brush my brow, and I open my eyes. Grace’s frown is still intact when she says, “You’re exhausted. Let’s go to bed.”

“My bed. You’re not sleeping alone anymore.”

A smile tugs up on one side until a full, beautiful upward curve covers her face. “You scared of the dark, Mack?”

“The only thing I’m afraid of is not waking up next to you tomorrow morning, Little Miss Sass.” I step out of the shower and pluck a towel from the rack and hand it to her.

Dripping water over the hardwood floors, I blow out the candles and walk to my own bathroom to dry off. Running a hand through my hair, I sit on the bed and wait for her. When she doesn’t appear, I make my way back to find her still drying her hair.

There’s no way I’m spending another minute without this girl. So, like a Neanderthal, I drag her to my bedroom.

A heartbeat later, she hesitates in my doorway. “It smells like you in here. I love it.”

I pull back the covers, and she climbs in. I’m beside her before she has time to roll over, and I wrap my body around hers.

“Me big spoon. You little spoon.” I tickle her belly with my fingertips.

She giggles and her ass pushes into my groin.

I groan into her hair. “No fair, gorgeous.”

“I’m sorry, we should sleep.”

“We should.”

She wriggles from my hold and rolls over to face me. “Did you just have candles and rose petals lying around?” She cocks an eyebrow at me, the covers slipping down her body. Still naked. Still perfect.

“Nope, they’re R & R stuff. Rubes had to store some things here to prevent the heat from damaging them. Ran outta room in their little house, apparently.”

“Can I sleep here tomorrow night?” she says sleepily.

“You better.”

She chuckles, but it fades out as her eyes close briefly.

“Well, I mean, we won’t always besleepingin this bed...”

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