Page 8 of Grace's Redemption

I stared back. My instinct when challenged was to look away, crawl into myself, wait for it to pass.

With Mase, I was up for the challenge. I might have been inexperienced with men, but with Mase it was different. I felt powerful, sexy, and in control of my own destiny.

I could have what I wanted.

I wanted him.

“I’m not asking you to come with me,” he said.

“I’m not asking you to take me with you.” I lowered my eyes.

Well maybe not everything.

My heart sank. I missed him already.

“Grace.” He whispered my name. He said it in a tone reserved for my ears only. I looked up and it happened.

Mase brushed his lips over mine. They were soft and firm. A sharp contrast to the rest of him. I mimic his movement and brushed mine over his.

He placed a hand on my chin and held me while he pressed a little firmer. His tongue darted out and licked my bottom lip.

Holy shit.

Mase Scott kissed me.

My heart felt like it was on speed, my body buzzed and my thighs trembled.

He kissed me once more. His tongue slid over the seam of my lips. My mouth parted and his wet strong tongue darted in for a millisecond and then it was gone.

I opened my eyes.

He leaned his head back.

I licked my lips and titled my head up to meet his gaze again.

Something in his eyes flipped. It went from soft and tender to passion and heat in an instant.

Mase dug his fingers in my hip while guiding me with the other. He didn’t wait for an invitation. He pressed his tongue in my mouth.

My taste buds exploded. I never tasted anything so amazing and satisfying. I moaned and pulled on his shirt to get closer.

He withdrew his tongue and chuckled.

Was I doing it wrong?

I didn’t think so. I’d seen picture, movies. Hell, I’d seen him make out with countless chicks.

Maybe that was it. I wasn’t anything special.

I leaned back and pushed him away as I covered my mouth.

I scooted back on the bed and covered my bare legs.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” I blinked away the tears.

“Grace.”