Page 89 of Trusting Fate (Hope Falls: Brewed Awakenings 2)

“I’m good. I just need to use the bathroom.”

From the look in his eyes, she could tell that he planned on waiting outside the door for her.

“Can you wait for me downstairs? I just…could use a little privacy.”

She could see that he was not happy with her request. He didn’t want to leave her alone, but she did not want him hovering.

“Please.” She grabbed her phone off the nightstand. “I’ll call you if I need anything.”

His jaw was tense, and his nostrils flared, but he agreed.

When she got into the bathroom and saw herself, she knew the snoring was the least of her worries in the humiliation department. Her hair looked like a bird’s nest, her skin was pale and she had very dark circles under her eyes.

After peeing, she turned on the shower and when she stepped out fifteen minutes later, she felt like a new woman. She was clean, rested, and after putting lotion all over her body, oiled up.

She put on her robe and walked downstairs to find Easton at the kitchen table staring down at his phone.

Damn, he was so attractive. She didn’t think she would ever get over just how perfect his face was. He was also rocking some extra scruff which gave him an extra edge that Grace loved.

When he saw her, he asked, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” she answered honestly.

“Can I make you something to eat?”

“I’m not hungry but I am feeling a little warm.”

“Do you need some—” Easton started to stand but stopped when he saw Grace slowly untie the belt of her robe and watch as it fell open. Once again his jaw clenched and his nostrils flared, but she thought this time it was not because he was upset. She loved that just seeing her naked had that effect on him.

She closed the distance between them and ran her hands through his hair. He looked up at her and then his hands moved to her hips. He stared up at her with a look of wonder that wrapped around her soul.

“The only thing I need is you.” Her whispered admission caused her heart to flutter in fear. She told herself that she only meant it in a physical context. But, she knew that was a lie. She’d come to terms with the fact that she loved Easton, but did she need him?

No. That wasn’t possible. She didn’t need anyone.

Thankfully, the predatory gleam in his eyes as he stared up at her overrode her brain overthinking her statement. Her breath grew shallow as his hands tightened around her waist. His fingers dug into her hips sending a shock of bliss shooting straight between her legs.

He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to her belly. The featherlight brush of his lips caused a ripple of pleasure to roll through her. He covered her entire stomach and hips with kisses before he migrated lower to her pelvic bone.

Her legs were growing shaky when he shifted so that she was now standing between his legs and the table. Her backside was resting on the edge of the tabletop. She wasn’t sitting on it, but it was giving her support.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded roughly.

She did as he asked and was rewarded with his hand moving to the apex of her thighs. His fingers traced her outer lips and she could feel how wet she was by how easily his touch slid up and down her sex.

His face was barely an inch away from where his fingers were exploring her feminine folds. When he spread her folds apart she felt his breath fan over her most needy parts.

She watched as his lips pressed gently against her clit and the sight and sensation caused a tremor of release to rock through her. He’d barely touched her and yet she could feel her body was close to coming apart. The climax train had left the station and it was heading full steam ahead to Orgasm Central.

Never before in her life had she been so responsive sexually. She wasn’t a zero to sixty gal. It took time to get things going. That is why she’d started taking control in sexual situations. She didn’t want to leave unsatisfied, and she knew that her pleasure was up to her.

But not with Easton. He knew, maybe better than she did, exactly what she needed.

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Easton’s lipsbarely grazed Grace’s clit and he could already feel that she was close. Knowing what she needed to get her off, he clamped his lips around her pleasure nub and began flicking it with his tongue as he drove not one but two fingers inside of her.

Her hands fisted in his hair and within seconds she was coming against his mouth. Her hips rolled as she rode out her release and he stayed with her, licking her and fucking her with his fingers.

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