Page 47 of His Saving Grace

“It’s okay,” he said, his voice husky, frayed at the edges. Like he was barely holding it together. “I’ll make it better.”

Slowly, he pressed two fingers inside her, stretching her in the most delicious way. She gasped, the sound torn from her. Her inner walls clenched, trying to draw him deeper. He pulled them back and then thrust them forward, a little harder. She whimpered in approval, her hips lunging forward to meet his fingers.

He increased his rhythm, his thumb sliding through her folds to find the little bundle of nerves at her center. A shock of electricity pulsed through her, making her hips jerk, and a moan slip past her lips. He slid his thumb in a circular motion across her slippery flesh, pressing his fingers deeper, harder.

She climbed higher, closer to that precarious peak. Every muscle in her body clenched. Her bones turned to liquid, molten heat replacing the blood in her veins. She was close, so very close. Just a little more and she’d tumble over the edge.

His fingers slammed into her, his thumb pressing against her a little harder. She fell, stars winking behind her eyes, tumbling into the abyss. The orgasm washed through her, her mouth opened in a silent scream, her hips jerking, her entire body quivering.

He pulled his fingers out slowly, the motion enough to send little aftershocks of pleasure scattering through her. She whimpered and sagged against the seat. Her heart crashed against her ribs, like a runaway horse.

It took a moment for the world to come back into focus.

Lifting his fingers to his lips, he popped them in his mouth. He turned his head to stare down at her and the look he gave her scorched her to her very soul.

He pulled his fingers from his mouth. “You are so hot.” The words were raspy, deep, sexy. “And you taste so incredible. And you have no idea how badly I want to kiss you right now.”

He turned back to face the road, his grip on the steering wheel so tight she could almost hear the plastic creak. He was rigid, every muscle in his body tense. It was dark in the cab of the truck, but she could see the lines of strain etched across his face. His nostrils flared, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

It took a moment for her breathing to come under control and her bones to reform from the jellified state he’d reduced them to. There was only one thing for her to do. This was give and take, after all.

She unbuckled the seat belt and slid around to face him. She scooted forward, so that she was pressed up against him, and reached for the waistband of his pants. His gaze shot to hers and he covered her hands with one of his.

“Grace, you don’t have to—”

“Oh, but I really, really want to.” She tried for her sexiest, sex-kitten voice, but was pretty sure she crashed and burned. Mason didn’t seem to notice.

The grin he flashed her could only be considered devilish. “Well then, who am I to deny you?” He let go of her hands, draping his arm along the back of the seat to give her more room and better access.

She unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled the zipper down. The scraping of the metal teeth sounded loud in the confines of the truck. Excitement coiled in her middle. She reached into his pants and two thoughts hit her simultaneously; Oh, sweet Lord, and well, hello there, big boy.

She eased his erection out of the opening of his jeans and wrapped her fingers around him. His cock pulsed against her palm. She squeezed lightly, stroking up and down, teasing the foreskin over the head. He moaned, which turned into a growl, and she laughed, enjoying teasing him. Now he knew what it was like.

Unable to resist any longer, she rearranged herself on the seat so she was laying across it and leaned down, opening her lips and enclosing them around the head. She slipped her tongue under the foreskin, swiping the satiny, sensitive head. He let out a strangled breath, his hips jerking. Or at least, trying to. The seat belt kept him firmly in place. She laughed again, making sure he could feel the vibration. He stiffened even more against her tongue.

She sucked hard, and he gasped. She used her tongue to lap at the moisture leaking from the tip. His free hand came to rest on the back of her neck, kneading and squeezing the muscles and tendons. Warmth spilled through her at the gentle touch.

She pulled her mouth away and moved her hand in a steady, pumping rhythm. “Is this okay?”

“Yeah.” It was more of a grunt than an actual word.

“More?”

“Yeah.” Another grunt.

She smiled and slid his foreskin back, exposing the glistening head. Her tongue darted out, lapping at it like a lollipop. Her new favorite flavor.

“Fuck.” The word ended on a groan.

“Fuck, yes, or fuck, no?”

“Fuck, that’s incredible.” He dragged in a ragged breath. His hips shifted, and she flicked her tongue against him faster.

Baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.

Pulling her hand away, she lowered her head, taking him deep. He hit the back of her throat and grunted. The sound sent a pulse of desire ricocheting through her. She reversed direction, sucking hard on the way up, swirling her tongue around the head of his shaft. She dove back down, loving the feel of his steely flesh sliding against her tongue.

Up. Down. Up. Down. Faster and faster.