Page 56 of His Saving Grace

Grace chewed on the corner of her lower lip, the pulse at the base of her throat a touch erratic. She took a sip of her wine and turned her head, breaking eye contact. “This place is lovely.”

He scanned the surrounding landscape, a contented warmth settling inside him. “We discovered it a long time ago.” It had always been a special sanctuary for him and his brothers, a place that was just theirs. Grace was the first person he’d ever brought here.

They finished eating, chatting about random, safe stuff, the tension between them softening to palatable levels. Grace got up to rinse the dirty dishes in the creek and he packed up the rest of the food. Jake would be happy about the leftovers, he’d eat like a king.

Grace walked back toward him, carrying the clean dishes with her, her bare feet leaving little impressions in the grass. His gaze caught on the sway of her hips again.

She sat down across from him, her cheeks and eyes glowing in the softening light. She picked up the bottle of wine. “Would you like some more?”

He kept his gaze locked on her and nodded. She shifted forward and refilled his glass and then her own. He stretched out to on his side, leaning on his elbow. She placed the almost empty bottle in the basket and then sat back with her legs tucked under her. A little closer than before.

Her hair was tousled around her head thanks to the wind during her gallop across the meadow. The dark waves hit a few inches below her shoulders, and he wanted nothing more than to run his hands through the silky strands.

She sifted her fingers through the grass next to her, avoiding his gaze. She lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip. He could tell she was nervous. He couldn’t blame her. Last night had been magical, and they’d both gotten swept up in the moment. Leaping without looking, reacting without restraint.

But today was a new day, with new doubts and fears and hopes and wants.

“So, I was thinking,” she said, her gaze swinging to meet his. “About what happened last night…” She trailed off, biting on her lower lip. His cock twitched, wanting to be what she nibbled on.

“You mean the injustice where I didn’t get to taste you properly?”

Her mouth dropped open, her hazel eyes going wide. Looked like she hadn’t been expecting him to say that. Good, he liked keeping her off balance. It was highly entertaining.

“You wanted to?” The words were a squeak.

“Are you kidding me? It was all I could think about. All. Night. Long.” His voice had gone low, a husky edge to the words. An replay of her coming on his fingers played through his mind and he inhaled sharply. It had been so fucking hot. “Come here.”

She tossed back the last of her wine and put down her glass, scooting closer. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her down beside him, so that she lay facing him. He brushed the hair off her forehead. Her eyes were back to emerald, the heat in the gold flecks calling to him.

Before he could move, she leaned in and pressed her lips to his. Soft, at first. Light. And then she growled softly in the back of her throat, scooting forward so their bodies touched, running her fingers through his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him closer.

He swept his free hand along her side, down over her hip and around to her ass. It felt so good in his hand. He squeezed, and she pressed her hips closer, rubbing against the bulge in his jeans. Sparks ignited in his blood and he groaned. Lifting her leg, she draped her thigh over his hip, bringing her flush against him. She rocked her hips, subtly at first, and then with more urgency, the friction painfully exquisite against his cock.

She brushed her tongue against his lips. He opened his mouth, and she swept her tongue inside. There was nothing tentative about her now. She licked and sucked, explored and plundered. She was in charge and it was fucking sexy.

After a few moments of letting her take the lead, his control snapped. He made a growling sound and pressed his tongue against hers, rubbing and thrusting. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled them over, so she was underneath him. She spread her legs, and he fit his hips into the cradle of her thighs, pressing hard against her. Grace grunted and tightened her fingers in his hair. His scalp prickled, the minor pain sending a cascade of goosebumps down his spine.

He pulled away from the kiss and stared down at her. Her eyes were half open, her lashes keeping them in shadow. Her lips were pink and swollen, her cheeks flushed.

“You’re so beautiful.” He brushed the backs of his fingers against the soft skin of her cheek.

She flushed harder, turning her face into his touch. “I could say the same.”

He smiled. In this moment, he was willing to believe her.

She took his face between her hands and stared up at him. Her black pupils had gobbled up most of the green. She was relaxed, the wariness usually in her eyes finally gone. Heat and desire glittered in its place. He much preferred her like this.

The look in her eyes sharpened slightly, her eyes narrowing for a different reason. She studied him, brushing her thumbs against his cheekbones. Her skin was soft, the movement gentle. But he was beginning to feel a bit like an exhibit, like she was trying to slowly peel back the layers, looking for something he wasn’t sure was there.

So, he turned his head and nipped at her forearm. She squealed and let go, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down for another kiss.

He went willingly, and she slipped her tongue into his mouth right away this time, shifting her hips against his. His cock ached, pressing tightly against his zipper. He kissed her harder, deeper and slid one hand under her shirt. Her skin was soft and smooth. He trailed his hand up to her breast, cupping it through the lace of her bra. Her nipple pearled against the fabric and his palm. He squeezed lightly and her hips ground against him, harder.

But it wasn’t enough. He had to feel her, more of her, all of her.

He moved to kneel between her splayed thighs. She whimpered, the sound sliding through him, straight to his cock and making it throb. He reached for the hem of her shirt, but paused, waiting for a sign that it was okay to continue. She pulled up into a sitting position and whisked it off over her head, tossing it aside.

She was lovely, her creamy skin glowing in the evening light. Her breasts were more than a handful and pressed against her lacy, yellow bra. Her rosy nipples poked through the fabric, begging to be sucked and nibbled.