Page 67 of Reviving Kendall

“And you’re just now telling me?” I accuse.

He grins at me, “You told me to let you take care of me, so I’m just doing what I was told.”

“Ok, smartass,” I smile.

“Better than being a dumbass, right?” he retorts. A full laugh falls from my mouth, and he hums in approval underneath me, “That’s my favorite sound in the world.”

“Well, you just so happen to be my favorite person in the world right now,” I admit softly.

His cheeks pull up in a tired smile, “I thought you didn’t pick favorites.”

“I don’t,” I say running my fingers across the short hairs on his jawline that he has still yet to shave, “But I have moments.”

He closes his eyes again, “Do you love me, Kendall?”

A sliver of hurt goes through my chest that he would even have to ask. That means that I’m not holding up my side of this relationship with the four of them like I’m supposed to do.

“Do you really not know the answer to that question?” I ask him.

“Sometimes I just need to hear it,” he says sadly with a shrug.

I press the front of my body against him until we’re almost laid back in the chair, “I love you, Grant Michaels. I’ll tell you every day until I take my last breath if that’s what it takes for you to accept it.”

“Say it again,” he whispers.

“I love you,” I say.

He shakes his head, “No, the part where you said my name.”

I laugh as I recognize the line from the Cinderella movie we just watched the other day. Only he would be quoting movies at a moment like this.

Staring him straight in the eyes, I say, “I love you, Grant.”

My lips find those hairs lining his jaw. It feels just as good as it does against my fingers, “I love you.” With my nose skimming his skin, I move down the side of his neck and press my lips there, “I love you.” Back up to the corner of his mouth, “I love you.” Other side of his jaw, “I love you.” When I make it up to his ear, I whisper, “I love you,” and nip at his ear.

The sound that he makes in return could rival Mav any day of the week. His hands jerk my hips against him as I smash my lips against his. No one who looks at him would ever think that he’d be the type to let me take control the way that he is right now. I take my time exploring and devouring every inch of his mouth that I can. His hands find the bottom hem of my shirt and he hesitates like he’s asking for permission. He’ll never need that from me.

Taking his hands in mine, I help him lift it over my head. Without giving him the chance to question it, I unsnap my bra and drop it to the floor too. His eyes fill with so much emotion as he watches me, that all I want to do is erase any doubt that he’s ever had about us.

I pull his hands to my breasts and my head falls back as I help him knead them.

He has me looking back to him as he says, “You’re so beautiful.”

No, what’s beautiful is the way that his large hands cover every inch of my breasts, leaving none to spill over. Yet, they’re still so gentle. “You make me feel that way,” I insist.

“Then I must be doing something right,” he says pulling my face back to his.

I pull away to stand in front of him. Taking my time, I watch his eyes mark my body as I slowly take off the rest of my clothes. When I reach out a hand to him, he doesn’t hesitate to take it. Carefully I pull him to his feet, “We probably shouldn’t be doing this. You do have a concussion, and all.”

“I could be bleeding out right here in the middle of the floor and wouldn’t change a damn thing that’s happening. I’d die a happy man,” he brags.

Shaking my head, I grin like a fool. I’m such a sucker for his words, even when they’re nothing more than movie quotes or poems that he’s memorized.

Taking his hand, I walk us over to the bed against the side wall. Stark naked I climb up to stand on the edge, so I can lift his shirt off without him trying to bend down.

“I can do that, you know?” he teases.

“You could,” I tell him stepping down, “but it wouldn’t be as much fun as this.” And I press my lips against the middle of his chest and work my way down the line that runs straight through his six-pack abs. I’ve never been one to be heavily attracted to hardcore muscles, but it looks so fucking sexy on my guys. When I make it to the top of his pants, his hand finds the back of my head and weaves into my hair. With his pants riding lower, that sexy man v is on display, and I can’t help but to flick my tongue out to taste it.

---