Page 129 of Saving Grace

Like life-changing special.

“Oh god, Mack. Ohh—” She’s out of breath. She’s close.

I run my tongue over her nipple and tug it with my lips as I send my fingertips to brush over her clit. The sweetest moan turns to a breathy cry. Her walls clamp around me.

“Fuck, gorgeous . . .” I hiss.

Her head dips, hands snapping onto my jaw. Eyes lined up, she comes, wrapped around me. Eye contact. Hearts, souls, and every other part of her, and of me, joined.

“I love you,” she rasps.

The sensation is too much. My heart is loved too well. The heat in my spine runs directly to my balls, and I explode inside her. A long, heady growl slips past my barely parted lips as I thrust up into her. She rides every wave between us, her orgasm spiraling along with my own.

Her hips slow. Brushing her hair back, I study every detail of her beautiful face. Her shoulders heave, those stunning breasts brushing against my sweaty chest. Four positions and three orgasms for Grace, and we are spent. In the best way possible.

“So, I’ve been thinking...” Grace dots a kiss to my forehead, one to my nose, and one to each cheek before trailing tiny kisses along my jawline.

“Should I be worried?” I say with a chuckle.

“I figured out the captain thing.”

I suck in a breath, leaning back with my hands planted on the blanket behind me. “Oh yeah, what do you think it is?”

She leans back a little, one fine finger tracing the peaks and valleys of my chest. “So, Louisa is Harry’s captain. Addy is Hudson’s and Ruby is Reed’s.”

She’s got it, alright.

I smile at her, but she frowns. My smile slips a little and I wait for what’s coming next.

“So . . . I was thinking tha?—”

“Grace, wait.”

Her face falls. I sit up and grab her shoulders. The disappointment on her face is a knife to my heart. We are not doin’ this naked. I want to askher. Kneel down on one knee and all that shit. Make it a moment she will treasure. Not some post-sex conversation, akin to a chat about what goes on the damn grocery list.

She moves off my lap and gets dressed.

Silently.

I clean up the best I can and pull on my jeans. As I tug on my shirt and pop my head through, she is packing up.Fuck.

Well, now I know where her head is at, at least.

Makes this next part a little easier.

She’s putting the plates into the basket as I squat down and rest a hand over hers. “Stop, gorgeous.”

“It’s fine. I know I’m too young. You’re more than ten years older than me, Mack. You’ve probably never thought about me like th—As your wi—You know what, it’s—” She sinks onto her heels.

“After everything you and I have been through, you really think I would do this life with anyone else?” I turn her face toward mine.

Silver lines her eyes.

Dammit.

She sniffs. I tamp down the smile that’s threatening to turn up my lips. It’s not funny. But seeing her riled up over thepossibility of not being Mrs. Mackinlay Rawlins is so damn sweet. Honestly, it’s goddamn adorable.

Like everything else in our life, the moment I have been waiting for since her birthday party is turning out a little imperfect.

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