Page 62 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

She remained perfectly still perched on the edge of the chair trying not to think about just how much that gesture meant to her. The cushion dipped as his strong thighs straddled either side of her legs. Her heart was pounding so hard, she could hear the blood rushing in her ears.

“Shirt off.” The gravelly quality in his voice vibrated through her.

Unable to speak, she nodded as she looked down and began to undo the buttons of her shirt. Her hands were trembling, making the task more difficult than it should have been. She’d been shirtless, wearing only her bra with Easton before. The first night they’d met they’d stripped down to keep warm.

So why was she more nervous about taking off her shirt now than she had been when she hadn’t even known his name? It made zero sense.

When she finally undid the last button, she tugged at her sleeves, and they slid down her arm. First the left then the right. She let her blouse fall to the floor.

Behind her she heard the top of the massage oil pop and she could hear him squirting the liquid on his hands and rubbing them together. Without being prompted, she reached up between her breasts and unhooked the clasp of her front closing bra. The cups fell apart and just like she had before, she let it fall.

Grace felt Easton freeze behind her as the bra dropped to the floor. His breaths were coming in shorter pants and the air between them was crackling with electricity.

He didn’t say a word, but she could sense the shift in the energy now that they were both topless.

“It might be cold,” he said a moment before his hands were on her back.

It might have been, but she didn’t feel any chill. The gritty heat in his voice spread through her like a shot of whiskey. His hands began to work all the knots out of her back and shoulders. He used just the right amount of pressure to do the job but not so much that it hurt her.

His technique was pure ecstasy. She began squirming as her need coiled deep in her belly.

“I want to touch you,” he rasped.

“You are touching me,” her words were barely above a whisper.

“I want to touch you in other places.”

Yes!Her inner sex-starved-self screamed. But she tried to silence that voice. They still had three weeks to go of working together and living together. She couldn’t look for a house until after the show wrapped because she wanted to work with Lauren and it would be a conflict of interest.

She’d been the one to make the rule that there couldn’t be any hanky-panky during the shoot. Normally, she didn’t break rules, especially her own.

His hands continued to travel up and down her bare back, his fingers firmly yet gently massaging her muscles reducing her to mush.

She took in a shaky breath. “Where do you want to touch me? Show me.”

He let out an audible exhale as the cushion dipped and he scooted closer to her. His large hands snaked around her waist as the hard planes of his chest pressed against her back. She looked down and watched as his fingers grazed lightly along her ribs before he cupped both of her breasts in his palms.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, but she continued to watch as he squeezed her full mounds while teasing her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. The flickering flames cast a soft hue over his tanned skin which was in stark contrast to the sensation of his work-roughened hands rubbing against her sensitive skin.

Not able to remain passive, Grace’s hands gripped Easton’s strong thighs. Her nails dug into his muscular legs as she watched, captivated as he continued his attention on her breasts. It wasn’t long before she found her hips moving restlessly, writhing against his steel hard erection pressing against her back.

She needed him to touch her in other places, which is usually something she’d just say out loud. But something stopped her from voicing her desire. She didn’t want to instruct Easton. She just wanted to surrender to the experience.

When his right hand abandoned her breast to move lower, she almost wanted to cry with happiness. Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure that he could probably feel it on his chest and she didn’t care. She was panting with desperation, and she didn’t care. She wanted him to know how much he affected her. She didn’t want to hide how badly she craved him.

His thick fingers began to unbutton her jeans, but she knew that he’d either have to use both hands or he’d need some help. She removed her hands from his legs and assisted in unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. Then they worked together to push the denim down her hips and legs. Using her feet, she kicked them off and settled back down against him, now wearing only a scrap of material in the form of black lace panties.

“Fuck you are so sexy,” he whispered against her ear. “Look how sexy you are.”

She looked down but he gritted out, “No, the mirror.”

The mirror?

She lifted her head and sure enough, their reflection was visible in the vintage mirror that hung on the wall next to the stairs. When she saw the wanton woman looking back at her, she almost didn’t recognize her.

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Easton lockedeyes with Grace as his hand cupped her sex. This position reminded him of their night in the SUV but that time, he hadn’t been able to see this view. Her panties were so wet, and he began rubbing her. His fingers using just enough pressure. He knew that it was just enough pressure because it was the same amount that she’d had him use when she was using his hand to pleasure herself like an erotic puppet master.

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