Page 56 of Butter My Biscuit

She chuckles. “Oh good. I’m safe then. I haven’t had a single dream since my parents divorced. We’re good.”

“Good luck.” I wink and remove the garlic bread from the oven.

“Whoa.” Grace scans over the counter. “This looks legit.”

“Because it is. Come on.”

Her eyes slide up and down my body, and I give her a look that’s nothing other than a seductive dare. She licks her lips.

“A staring contest?” I ask, lifting my brows. “You know you’re gonna lose. You always look away first.”

I cross my arms and lean against the counter. She sets down her wine and takes several steps forward until she’s standing right in front of me. The smell of her is so damn intoxicating that it nearly brings me to my knees, but my confidence doesn’t flex. I’ve waited for this very moment for as long as I can remember, and I stand with my feet firmly planted.

“Make your move, queen,” I mutter, not moving my gaze from hers. This is more than a staring contest and she knows it.

She smirks, standing up on her tiptoes, then slowly brushes her soft lips against mine before closing her eyes and whispering, “You win.”

I wrap my arms around her as mouths crash together. Her tongue swipes against mine and we’re completely tangled. In the heat of the moment, I push her against the counter. Her leg wraps around my waist, and I lift her onto the flat surface as we continue to make out. Her legs are parted wide and I stand between her thighs. My heart races, and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven as she runs her fingers through my hair, moaning against me.

“Gracie,” I growl.

“Fuck,” she hisses between kisses. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“But you are.” I laugh against her lips as she scoots closer to the edge. I’m hard as fuck, but I won’t rush this. I won’t treat her like everyone else because this woman is more than that—she’s forever.

“You are,” she says. “Iwantyou.”

I open my eyes and watch her kiss me, making sure this is real. My black-and-white world turns Technicolor.

Grace slides her shirt off and throws it on the floor, and I grab her face, kissing her again. She slides off the counter and as she grabs my hand, there’s a knock on her door.

A knock that turns into a pounding.

“Why!” Grace groans.

“Grace,please!” Whoever it is sounds upset.

“Shit. It’s Haley.” Her eyes are wide, and she’s rushing around, putting on her shirt and trying to fix her hair. Her lips are swollen, and she turns to me. “How do I look?”

“Guilty as fuck.”

She throws her hand in the air as she rushes to the door. “Great!”

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GRACE

Isuck in a deep breath and open the door.

Haley falls into my arms. “He broke up with me.”

“Oh no. I’m so sorry.”

“Please tell me you’re not busy,” she cries, and I shake my head.

“It’s fine; it’s fine. Come in.” I open the door wider.

She looks at Harrison, then looks at me. “Look, I’m already the third wheel!”

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