Page 87 of Waiting for Her

“Still ticklish on your sides, I see?”

He throws a mock glare in my direction, arms still raised above his head as he waits patiently for me to undress him.

“Fuck it,” he growls before reaching behind him and tugging his shirt off, throwing it to the side. He crashes his mouth to mine, but I pull back, planting a hand to my hip.

“You were taking too long,” he explains with a shrug.

“You were the one who said we needed to go slow!” I accuse, pointing a finger at him.

“I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?” he asks, reaching for me again, pulling our bodies flush against each other. Me only in my bra and panties, him in just his pants. Our bare skin touches, starting a wild fire in my belly. We both pause, eyes connecting.

“I missed you so damn much,” I tell him, voice wavering. I told myself not to get emotional and cry. Again. I’m tired of the tears, of worrying about the past. It’s time for me to accept his forgiveness and move forward. But try as I might, I can’t ignore the fact we’re here, together. It’s something I wasn’t sure would ever happen again and I’ll never take one second of it for granted.

“You have no idea, B. No idea.”

I smile, bringing myself back into the present, I grip him over the fabric of his shorts. “Oh, I think I have a little bit of an idea.”

His hips jerk, shamelessly pressing himself deeper into my hold. “If you remember correctly, there’s nothing little about it.”

Oh, I remember. All too well. It was what kept my hand between my legs on more than one occasion, when I was missing him even more than usual.

I roll my eyes like his words don’t cause an immediate reaction to me. It’s a lie. I squirm, rubbing my thighs together, my panties soaked in seconds.

Next thing I know, I’m being lifted and thrown over Grady’s shoulder. My upside-down view of his back muscles contracting as he moves us through his house with quick feet isn’t a hardship. Rather than fighting it, I settle in. Rest my elbow on his shoulder, chin in hand. My other hand, though? It’s on a mission, massaging with my fingertips over the strong planes of his upper back, feeling him up as best as I can.

I sigh then kiss his shoulder.

“What’cha doing up there?”

“Just enjoying the view. You don’t work out at all, do ya?”

“Nope. All natural, baby.”

I scoff then squeal when he tosses me onto the bed. I bounce a few times and watch as he chucks his pants off, jumping out of them before throwing them over his shoulder.

Annnnnd, he’s commando.

My mouth waters, and I shift, trying to tame the ache.

“All about saving time tonight, huh?”

“Eh, they’d just have been in the way.”

“Kind of glad I didn’t know what was going on under your pants earlier. Might have tried skipping to the strip show portion of the night before we even left my house.”

“Yeah, well, trust me. It took a great deal of self-control on my part.”

I pull his head down, our lips collide, words no longer necessary as we let our bodies speak for us. I tilt my head, mouth open for his tongue to slide in. Mine tangles with his. We take our time tasting and caressing each other’s bodies, getting reacquainted.

His lips make a path down my neck as he reaches behind me to unhook my bra. While he’s busy, I figure I might as well help him with the rest and I shimmy out of my panties. Careful not to knee him anywhere important at the same time.

I arch my back when his mouth fuses to my already sensitive bud, biting down gently then letting his tongue snake out to ease the sting. I cry out and wrap a hand around his neck, holding him close. The best kind of pleasurable pain zipping through my breasts, making them feel heavy and aching for more.

I squeeze my eyes closed as his lips wrap around my nipple, sucking hard then soft before shifting over to the other side, giving it equal attention.

My fingers dig into his shoulders then under his arms as I pull him back up to me. I feel his hardness pressing against my center, triggering a deep-rooted desire for him to come bubbling to the surface.

His hips dip and even through the haze of lust, I almost giggle.

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