Page 88 of Waiting for Her

“I’m not sure what’s so funny,” he grumbles but the smile on his lips tells me he’s not annoyed in the least.

“We’re dry humping.”

He chuckles. “Like the good ol’ days, huh?”

“Mmm,” I agree.

“As much fun as this is, I think the best is yet to come,” he says as he moves us slightly, so my legs are bent, opening myself up.

Right before he’s about to enter me, he pauses. I look up at him, half scared I’m going to start crying while I throw a fit worthy of a three-year-old in the middle of the Wal-Mart toy section.

“I have a condom in my wallet.”

“In your pants all the way across the room?” I ask, breathing heavy.

A nod, hard swallow, then a rough kiss. His lips enveloping mine.

“Well, I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I admit shyly. Licking my lips, I allow my eyes to fall away from his gaze.

“No one?” he asks, thumb grazing over my cheekbone, resting on my temple as my head shakes side to side slowly.

Blue and green collide, the skin around his eyes crinkling. “That makes you happy?” I ask, throwing his words from earlier back at him.

“I’m not going to lie. It does. First, only, last,” he says quietly.

I blow out an unsteady breath. “I’m on the pill. I promise. I had to go on after I got out of treatment to help get me back on track. No more surprises. I’m also supposed to get my period next week. How’s that for sexy?”

The look on his face causes me to giggle.

“Remind me what that means?”

“I’m not ovulating at the moment.”

“Well this took an awkward turn,” he chuckles. “I’m clean, too. I had a physical right after I got the job. Not that there were many chances tonotbe clean… it was only once and…”

Yeah. I don’t need to hear anymore. “Then what are you waiting for, Coach?”

“No turning back?”

My next words come out with no hesitation. “I love you, Grady. Time didn’t change that, and it never will.”

“I never thought I’d hear you say those words again.”

“I wish it hadn’t taken me so long to come back to you.”

“It doesn’t matter. I love you, too. I never moved on from you because therewasno moving on.”

I reach between us, taking hold of him in my hand and guide him to my center. “I think it’s time we do something about this, yeah?”

His answering smile is everything and soon, words aren’t necessary.

He fills me, a small bite of pain from the many years of not being with anyone else.

“Keep your eyes open, B.”

He wraps a strong forearm under my knee and rests my leg over his shoulder, pushing in impossibly deep.

“You’re mine, yeah?” he grunts, my eyes losing focus as the pleasure takes over.

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