Page 125 of Grace on the Rocks

She shook hers too, beyond frustrated. “Iknow but…”

“No goals, remember?We’vehad a lovely time.”

“WellIhave, but you…”

“I’ve been exactly whereIwanted to be.”

He kissed her again, deeply.Evenif he was just being gallant, his words turned her insides to warm butter.Butshe was still disappointed.

“It’s my birthday,” she whined.

“It is,” he smirked.

“What?” she asked, trying not to pout.

He nodded. “Naturehas a way of figuring things out.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, flustered and frustrated and he nodded again, towards their lower parts, where she realized she had been grinding against him like a bad puppy.

She was aching with need, and she realized he was growing rigid once more, as his breaths became shallow.

“Really?” she asked, he nodded, running a hand up her side to tease her breast.

“Ride me like that much longer,Rios, and there won’t be anything left to ride.”

It certainly wasn’t traditional, as she ground against him without actually taking him back inside, but he didn’t seem to mind as he kissed her ferociously.Shelost all sense of time and place, giving herself over to warm, hungry kisses and the heated tingle building, building, building in her core.

Finally, he whispered, “Apologies, my darling, butI’mgoing to,” and then he slipped his hand between them to fondle her clit as she rocked with him until his spine went rigid and he jerked against her.Herclimax was only seconds behind his, and then she collapsed on his chest in blindingly sated delight.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered again as they lay cuddled close together.

“If you keep apologizing,Imay have to?—”

“To what?”Shesat up, looking down at him feeling vaguely heated by the almost-threat.

He shrugged saucily and kissed her.

“ButIam sorryIcouldn’t…”

“Rios.Youcame twice for me.Icame very hard.We’reall winners here tonight.”

“I know, butIfeel likeIlet one of us down.”

“Well, then one of us had their expectations misaligned.”

Oh.Whenhe put it that way…Nottoo high, as thoughPinV, asWesliked to call it, was the pinnacle they should be striving for, a height they’d failed to reach.Butsimplymisaligned.Sheliked this new perspective.Sheliked it very much.

“We can try again, if it’s that important to you.”

“We do have five days,” she agreed, but then melancholy overwhelmed her. “Idon’t want to go home.”

“Don’t.Stayhere and make whisky with me.Writeyour next book.”

She sighed. “Wouldn’tthat be the dream?”

He kissed her head and stroked her back. “Youdon’t have to decide now.Wehave five whole days.”

Epilogue

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