Page 201 of Eight Years Gone

“Now,” she said in a gasping pant as she tipped her head back, bringing him with her as she pulsed around him.

He groaned with his explosion, thrusting deeper, loving how Grace shuddered and clung as she struggled to keep her moans quiet.

“Damn,” he said again as he collapsed, trying to catch his breath.

“So good,” Grace said several seconds later, tracing her fingers down his spine.

He lifted his head from the crook of her neck. “I was thinking the same thing.”

She grinned.

Smiling back, he studied her rosy cheeks and swollen lips. “This is a hell of a way to end the evening.”

Her fingers started their journey back up his spine. “Agreed.”

“I’m just sorry things didn’t start out better.”

She shook her head. “We’re here together. That’s all that matters.”

He nodded before he kissed her forehead and then her nose. “Hopefully, we have tomorrow, too. I’m not sure what the plan is, but I want to spend it with you.”

“Since it’s Sunday, I think we should be lazy.”

“And do a lot more of this.”

She smiled again. “Naturally. But we can’t have sex all day.”

“I’m willing to try.”

She rolled her eyes as she laughed, giving his ass a pinch. “I imagine you are.”

He grinned. “I’m game for whatever.”

“Does that include baking?”

He nodded. “Sure.”

“We can make Christmas cookies. Bea’s sugar cookies, for sure.”

He perked up. “The ones with that insanely good icing?”

She nodded.

“Yes.” He groaned. “I haven’t had one of Bea’s cookies in such a long time.”

She laughed. “I guess it’s a good thing you came home.”

“Definitely.”

Her fingers moved to trace his bottom lip. “I figure we can make a few different types of cookies. You can bring some to Todd at the dojang, and I’ll share some at the shop.”

He kissed her and rolled them over, so she rested on his chest. “I just want to be with you. I’ve missed you, Gracie.”

Her eyes went soft. “I’ve missed you too.”

He brought his mouth back to hers. “Let me be with you again.”

She nodded as she held his gaze.

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