Page 104 of Holding Grace

I woke the next morning to the heat of Michael’s body behind me and the feel of his hand sweeping back and forth across my stomach. My breath hitched as he shifted his touch lower, stroking softly between my legs.

He pressed a kiss to my shoulder, then rolled me to my back. I reached my hand up to tangle in his hair as he kissed his way down my body, stopping to suck, and nibble, and nip at my breasts until I arched up into him, then continuing his path down my ribcage, and over my stomach. He nudged my legs apart and settled between them, my breath hitching again, harder this time, as his talented tongue swirled around my center.

I left my hand in his hair, gripping it lightly, and slid the other one down to grasp onto his bicep, needing something to hold onto, something to anchor me against the onslaught of pleasure. Michael reached up and tweaked my nipples as he flicked his tongue over that perfect spot, and I spiraled higher. When he bit down lightly, I jerked, a small sound of desperation bursting from my throat as his action shoved me to the edge.

Michael slid his hands down. He laid one arm across my hips, pinning them to the bed. He slipped his other hand down to my center, pushed two broad fingers inside me, and sucked hard on my bud.

I catapulted off the edge, gasping, saying Michael’s name over and over as he drove me even higher, pushing me, breathless, until I crashed.

Hands resting on my stomach now, he scattered soft kisses across my thighs, then my hip, as I settled, finally levering up to lay next to me.

I rolled to face him, skimming my hand down his chest, and across his firm abs, to the velvet-over-steel of his waiting erection. He grunted, his abs tightening as I stroked him, loving the feel of him in my hand.

When I thought my legs would hold me, I pushed myself up, settling on top of Michael, straddling him. I leaned forward a little, resting my palms on his abs, teasing us both as my wet hot center pressed against his hard length.

“Good morning.” I smiled as his hot, dark eyes ran over me.

“Morning, baby,” he returned. “You in the mood for a ride?”

“Very much so.” I rose up a little and reached down between us, fitting him right where I needed him as he watched me, his big hands gripping my thighs. Then I slid down, eyes closed, nearly moaning at the way he filled me – so perfect, so good – until he was fully seated inside me.

“Gracie, baby.” Mm, I loved how his voice sounded when he was buried inside me. “I’m bare.”

I opened my eyes to meet Michael’s. I saw desire, love, and more than a hint of possessiveness.

No fear, no apprehension, no regret.

“I’m okay with it if you are.” I didn’t want him to pull out, to have a barrier between us, but I’d do it if that was what he wanted.

He surprised me, surging up, arms circling tight around me as he kissed me, hard and deep and fast. “I’m more than okay with it, Gracie. Way more than okay.”

He kissed me again, then lay back down, stacking his hands behind his head. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

I started off slow, torturing us both, pulling nearly all the way off him before slowly sliding back down. Eyes half closed, I watched as Michael’s body drew tighter and tighter, even as he maintained his relaxed pose.

He finally broke, lowering his hands to grip my hips as he pressed his head back, eyes squeezed shut.

“You’re killing me, Gracie,” he ground out. “Goddamn, you feel so fucking good.”

His words, his tone, seeing what I was doing to this big, gorgeous, sexy man slammed through me. Suddenly I couldn’t tease anymore. I needed him too much.

I picked up my pace, rising and falling, grinding my hips into Michael’s, my thigh muscles burning as I reached for the peak. Michael helped me, grasping my hips, lifting me and pulling me back down, pushing up to meet me.

I climbed higher and higher, then broke, the sensation nearly too strong as it hit me, stealing my breath. Michael stayed with me, driving into me as I shattered, then flipping me to my back, and pounding into me, finally finding his release as I clung to him.

I was still catching my breath when he gave me a hard kiss, then pulled away. I heard water running and moments later felt a soft, damp cloth between my legs.

I opened my eyes to see Michael gazing down at me. A lump of emotion clogged my throat at the love shining in his eyes.

“I love you, Grace. More than anything,” he rasped.

“I love you, too.” I held my hand out to him. “Come back to bed with me.”

He crossed back to the bathroom, tossed the cloth somewhere inside, then climbed back in bed, looping his arm around me as I curled against his side.

Feeling a little shy – which was crazy after what we’d just done – I traced a finger over Michaels’ chest, debating.

“Say it, sweetheart,” Michael said, his voice a little sleepy. “If you want something, the answer is yes. Although I might need a minute. Maybe five.”

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