Page 66 of His Saving Grace

“I need you too badly right now.” His voice was deep, his need shredding the edges. “We’ll worry about everything else later.”

Without waiting, he hoisted her up and surged forward. With little choice, she wrapped her legs around his middle. Her center rubbed against his burgeoning erection, and she buried her face against his neck.

Bella danced around them, excited to see Mason. Grace could heartily understand the sentiment. He scratched the dog behind the ears. “Go,” he said, his voice rough, authoritative. “Go lay down.”

Grace lifted her head and watched the dog leap onto the couch and lay down with her head on her paws, almost as if she was pouting. Her brown eyes tracked them across the room.

“You’ve ruined my dog,” Mason said, his tone gruff. Grace looked up into his face and chewed on her lower lip. He wasn’t wrong. She’d pretty much let Bella have the run of the house.

She opened her mouth to reply, but didn’t get a chance to say anything because his lips crashed into hers again. This was no tease, this was desperation and heat and need. He swept his tongue past her lips and she met it eagerly. They sparred, lips and teeth and tongues battling.

Mason fumbled with the bedroom door handle, refusing to break the kiss. The door clicked open, and he elbowed his way inside. Grace rocked her hips against him. Her inner muscles clenched, and she moaned at the heady sensation. Mason growled, sucking on her bottom lip. He kicked the door closed behind them.

He lowered her to the bed. The bedside lamp was on, casting a soft glow through the room. He stood, looming over her. She leaned up on her elbows. He reached behind his head and pulled his t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor.

Grace had been in the process of wiggling out of her sundress, but stopped to admire the view. He was breathtaking.

He had broad shoulders, muscular arms, washboard abs—seriously, she could do laundry on those suckers—and that lick-worthy tattoo. The dusting of dark hair on his chest thickened slightly as it trailed down his stomach and disappeared under the waistband of his jeans.

Jeans he was in the process of unbuttoning. He pushed them and his boxers down his long, lean legs. Her gaze caught on the scars on his leg and a pang of sympathy flared. Burns were painful and his looked like they’d been bad. Bad enough to require a split-thickness graft. The faint line of the donor scar decorated the outside of his other thigh.

There were also surgical scars along his right leg, where they’d gone in and repaired the bone. Her poor soldier had been through so much, but she had no illusion that the physical scars were anything compared to the emotional ones he carried.

Her gaze strayed to his erection, and her core tingled, tightened. He was hard, his fingers stroking the length, sliding back the foreskin. The head glistened in the low light, and she licked her lips, the urge to taste him again overwhelming. She shivered, anticipation and excitement zinging through her veins.

He bent down to pull off his socks and shoes and kick everything to the side, and she gloried in the way his muscles bunched and flexed. He stood, his gaze on hers and her breath caught at the lust and need glowing in his eyes. The foil glinted as he tore open the condom wrapper. He sheathed himself and stalked toward the bed, his hand slowly working up and down his shaft. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the slow glide of his fingers. It was so hot. A tremor slid through her.

“You’re wearing far too many clothes.” The mattress dipped as he climbed on the bed.

She licked her lips, but didn’t move, too mesmerized by his magnificence. He slid the hem of her dress up her thighs with his free hand, the heat from his fingers blazing as they skimmed her flesh. She lifted her hips so he could slip the fabric over her butt and then sat up and lifted her arms. He whisked the dress off over her head, leaving her in nothing but her underwear.

It was red and barely there, a sheer lace bra and teeny matching thong. Not something she’d normally wear. Bought specifically with him in mind. With the hope of eliciting a reaction. She was not disappointed.

Mason’s gaze devoured her, traveling from the top of her head to the soles of her feet. She leaned up on her elbows. Her hard nipples brushed against the lace, begging to be suckled. His gaze caught on the see-through wisp of fabric between her legs, and wetness flooded her. Desire flared deep in his eyes, turning them a brilliant sapphire.

Slowly, she spread her legs, teasing him, enticing him, beckoning him.

He let go of his cock and crawled forward, planting his hands on the bed to hover over her. He stared down at her, his intense gaze burrowing beneath her skin, searching deep into her soul.

It was too much, and she dropped her head back, closed her eyes.

He lowered his hips to rest between her thighs, the heat of his erection pulsing against her through the scrap of lace separating them. She gasped, dropping to the bed. He lowered his mouth to her throat, his teeth scraping, his tongue licking the delicate skin, and rocked his hips, the underside of his shaft caressing her clit, tearing a groan from her. The bit of lace between them provided just the right amount of friction to drive her right to the edge.

“Yes.” It was more a gasp than a word. She lifted her hips to meet his, tilting and rolling to find the perfect angle, the right amount of pressure. Yes, right there. Her thigh muscles clenched and she clutched at the comforter underneath her. He dipped his head, taking a nipple between his lips through the lace, sucking hard.

“Oh, God, I’m going…” The words ended on a wail as she came, the orgasm crashing through her like a tsunami. Her back bowed, her hips bucked. She screamed. He grabbed her butt and ground his hips against hers, each brush of his cock sending a cascading tremor through her.

Her entire body shook, muscle clamped on bone.

He blew across the wet fabric covering her nipple, and she whimpered, her nipple so tight it ached. He sucked her other nipple between his lips, biting down gently. She cried out, her legs clamping around his waist, a second, unexpected climax ripping through her.

Stars winked behind her eyes, a silent scream lodged in her throat. Every muscle in her body clamped down tightly on her bones, which felt like they might snap at any second. Her entire body quivered, every nerve ending tingling, sending sparks of euphoria blazing through her bloodstream.

She expelled a deep breath and slowly came back to herself. Small tremors rocked her overstimulated body and she sank into the mattress. She’d never be the same again.

Mason murmured incomprehensible words, rubbing the outside of her thigh and hip with his hand. She blinked open her eyes. He was still balanced above her, on one arm, tension etched across his handsome face.

“You’re so beautiful.” His voice was barely more than a husky whisper. “I’m sorry, but this is going to be hard and fast, baby. I promise, I’ll make it up to you.”