Page 57 of His Saving Grace

He ran his fingers along the top edge of the lace. Goosebumps broke out along her flesh. He traced a path to her nipple, his fingers circling the hard bud. She whimpered again and he bit back a smile. He didn’t think she’d appreciate his amusement.

She unsnapped the front latch of her bra and her breasts sprang free. Without conscious thought, he cupped them, kneading gently, her nipples digging into his palms.

Grace made a purring sound deep in her throat and tilted her head back.

Sliding his hands around behind her to cup her shoulder blades, he leaned down to cover one of her rosy nipples with his mouth. He swiped his tongue around the nub, and she gasped. He suckled and she moaned. Her hands dove into his hair, pulling him closer. He sucked harder.

Grace dug her fingers into his scalp, making it tingle. “Mason.” His name was part gasp, part moan, all plea. The neediness in her tone sent a shot of electricity right to his cock.

But he wasn’t done teasing her yet. He pulled his lips away with a pop and trailed kisses to her other breast. She squirmed, little whimpers coming from her as he feasted.

She reached down and cupped his erection, kneading him through the denim with the heel of her hand. He sucked harder, and she squeezed gently. Mason groaned, his hips flexing. A twinge of pain sparked along his thigh because of his position, but he ignored it. There was no way he was stopping now.

Grace fumbled with the button and swore. He pulled away from her breast with a chuckle, which earned him a dirty look. God, she was so sexy. All disheveled and wild.

He slipped his hands down to her waist, her soft skin making his fingers tingle. She still didn’t have his pants undone. He covered her hands, stopping her. Her fingers trembled.

“Hey,” he said, his voice rough and not at all steady.

She tilted her head up to meet his gaze. That same desire still shone in her eyes, but now there was a touch of fear, a hint of trepidation. It made his chest ache in a way that had nothing to do with the fact that, unfortunately, his celibacy was about to continue its winning streak. She was hurting, and he wanted to soothe her.

“We don’t have to do this.” He kept his eyes locked on her face, because she was still half naked and looking at her beautiful breasts would just be torture.

“I want to.” Her voice was steady and hope flared in his chest.

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.” Determination sparked in her eyes, and she snapped open the button on his jeans. Time stood still as she lowered the zipper and pushed the fabric aside. The back of her hand brushed his cock and it twitched inside its cotton covered prison.

She kept her gaze locked on his and slid her hand under the waistband of his boxers. He pulled his shirt off over his head and tossed it aside, wanting to feel her skin to skin. And then she was cupping him. He growled, his cock throbbing against her fingers. She pulled his boxers down, easing him out, and then wrapped her fingers around him and began stroking him in an incredible rhythm.

He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward for a kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She met him stroke for stroke, her tongue mimicking the motions of her hand. She pulled her hand away from his cock and a disappointed groan escaped.

Without missing a beat or breaking the kiss, she climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms and legs around him. She pressed her body against his, locking her ankles together behind his back to stop from sliding down his thighs. He wrapped his hands around the curves of her ass to help hold her in place. She began to rock her hips. The fabric of her pants was rough against the underside of his sensitive cock.

Each roll of her hips sent sparks of electricity rocketing through his nerve endings. He sunk his fingers into the flesh of her ass, kneading in time with her movements. He groaned, the friction riding that fine line between pleasure and pain.

She broke away from the kiss to trail her lips across his jaw and down his throat. His head fell back of its own accord. She took advantage, sweeping her tongue against his neck. Goosebumps prickled along his skin. She sucked and nipped at his flesh, at the spot where his neck and shoulder met. The sting of her teeth sent a shiver through him.

Fuck, she was killing him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her away. She looked at him, nothing but desire shining in her eyes now, and licked her lips. The urge to lean forward and suck on her bottom lip swamped him, but there were other things he’d rather have in his mouth right now. “I want to taste you so bad, it’s killing me.” The words were ragged, frayed at the edges, much like his control.

She unhooked her legs from around him, and he lowered her to the blanket, following her down, so he was balanced on his arms over top of her. Her breasts heaved with every rapid inhale, tempting him. She slipped her hands over his pecs and then down his stomach, her fingertips hot as they skimmed over his abs. Her hand brushed against his straining cock and he gasped. One side of her mouth lifted in the hint of a smile, the tease. But two could play at that game.

He reached down with one hand and popped the button on her pants, and then slipped his hand inside. She was hot and wet. He slid his fingers through her folds and then settled on her clit. She made a high-pitched mewling sound, the spark in her eyes igniting. Encouraged by her reaction, he swirled the pads of two fingers in a circular motion, keeping the pressure light.

Grace groaned, her hips shifting. She leaned up and threw her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss. All her trepidation and hesitancy was gone. She devoured his mouth, pushing her tongue in, taking charge. The kiss was hot, rough, dirty.

He pressed his fingers against her clit harder, increasing the tempo. She growled, her hips lifting, chasing the friction, and she pulled his hair. Not hard, but enough to make his scalp tingle. He’d never considered the line between pleasure and pain arousing before, but Grace was making him see things a little differently.

Except, he needed more, so he pushed away from her to kneel between her thighs again. Her chest and face were flushed, giving her a rosy glow. Her little pink nipples were hard, almost begging for his lips. He grabbed her pants and underwear, and she lifted her hips. He pulled. She straightened her legs so he could whisk them off. Tossing them aside, he let his gaze travel all over her body.

She was beautiful. Her legs were splayed, one on each side of his knees. The curls at the juncture of her thighs were golden brown, which explained why he thought her coloring was off. And he needed to stop thinking about this and concentrate on the beautiful, naked women spread out before him.

Her center was pink and wet and perfect. He couldn’t wait to taste her. Bending forward, he stretched out on his stomach, his shoulders wedged between her thighs. His injured hip started to cramp, but he worked through the discomfort because now that he was here, he was not stopping.

He ran his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping before he reached his final destination. She moaned and rolled her hips. He planted his hands on her hipbones and held her still, dragging his tongue up her other thigh.

She reached down and ran her hands through his hair, grabbing his head and trying to coax him to where she wanted him. He laughed, refusing to budge. Instead, he blew a hot breath across her. She cried out, her hips writhing against his hold.