Page 111 of Always Been Yours

I glance down again, doing a double take.It can’t be.That would be… crazy. Right?

“Is that the tie from your senior prom?” He doesn’t say anything, but I find him nodding when I look up at him.

He takes a deep breath, looking adorably shy. “I kept it because it was the last good memory we had together. Even if the reason it happened wasn’t. I needed something to remind me that it was real.”

My hands run up his chest, settling on the back of his neck. “I want to do this with you.” Maybe it’s stupid, maybe it shouldn’t matter. But the fact that Grady saved that tie from one of the last nights we talked before he left for college means more than a little to me. And it makesthismean a hell of a lot more.

He looks for any sign of apprehension on my face. “Really?”

I nod and pull him down to my lips. “I trust you, Grady. I want this with you.” He groans just as our lips clash. My hands grip onto his hair, his slip up the silky tank top. He runs his tongue along the seam of my mouth but even when I open for him, the kiss stays soft; passionate but languid.

I have a feeling this isn’t how Grady is going to be in a few minutes, so I decide to soak in the moment. I melt into him, letting him ravish me at whatever pace he wants.

It isn’t until I start to feel his growing length against my stomach. My hips buck in response, too short to get him where I suddenly need him. He doesn’t oblige me. In fact, he does the complete opposite. He tightens his grip on my waist, pulling me closer tohim so I can barely move at all.

His tongue plunges deeper into my mouth, taking back control. I get lost in the moment, needing nothing else except for the taste of him. We get lost in each other for a few minutes before Grady slowly breaks the kiss.

With his hands on my hips, he guides me backwards. “Sit on the bed, baby.” I drop down and watch as Grady lifts his shirt off him. Next, he unbuckles his belt and pulls it off. His eyes move over me as he unbuttons his pants but doesn’t push them off. My eyes shoot up to his and I can feel the pout on my lips.

He lightly rubs his thumb along my cheek, laughing quietly. “Soon. You’re not even tied up yet.”

“I’m impatient.” I rub my legs together for emphasis. Grady’s eyes darken with an alluring tilt of his lips.

He grabs the hem of my shirt. “Arms.” I lift them over my head, and he slips the top off of me. Instinctually, I raise my hips off the bed and watch as he drags the shorts to the floor. “Lay back.”

I do as I’m told, scooting toward the headrest.

“Are you comfortable?” His voice is silky and soothing against my lingering nerves. I push some of the pillows off the bed, lying flat on my back, I nod up at him. He smiles down at me—one so full of love and adoration that it brings tears to my eyes. He straddles my waist and leans down to tell me how beautiful I am before gently grabbing my wrists and pulling them over my head. He uses the tie to secure me in place. I give a cautious pull on the knot, realizing that it is looser than I expected. I could slip my hands out if I needed to. But Grady’s trusting me to give myself over to him. And I trust him to take care of me. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yes.” It is a breathy whisper I’m not sure he can even hear. But he leans down and places a soft kiss on my nose.

“Good.”

He crawls off of me, and I am suddenly aware that I’mnaked. Obviously, I remember how this happened but now as I am laid out bare for him, I become more self-conscious. Grady sticks his right hand into his front pocket, looking for something. When he looks up, catching me subconsciously pulling my knees up, he places a hand on my leg pushing it back down. With a firm shake of his head, hefinallymoves to push the rest of his clothes down.

I think watching Grady undress is my favorite thing ever. It might as well be primetime TV in my world.

Slowly, he drags the fabric down his muscular legs and drops them to the floor. He crawls in between my legs, giving me a perfect view of his body. His broad chest and tight abs, down to his thick length and brawny thighs. I am so focused on his miraculous body that I don’t notice right away that he’s holding something.

He opens his hand, and a small cotton bag hangs from his finger. I would recognize that smiley face embroidery anywhere… especially because I keepthatin my bedside table.

“And to think I believed you just cared so much about my cats,” I tease.

“Excuse me.” He places a hand on each of my thighs. “I take the care of Cinnamon and Vanillaveryseriously. They come second only to one other pussy.“ My chest shakes with silent laughter, trying to give Grady a stern look. Before I have a chance to reply he admits, “I was going to get your pink dildo. You know the one you love to talk about.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “You mean the oneyoulike me to use while on the phone with you.”

“Semantics. Except that thing ishuge,“ he teases with a cheeky grin and fake horrified look. “No way I would want you to have a side-by-side comparison.”

My incredulous scoff quickly turns into a fit of giggles. With myhands still tied up, my own option is to kick his chest. “Oh my god,shut up.“ His laugh is deep and reverberates throughout my entire body. Most specifically it sends a wave of wet heat straight to my core. “Are you going to do something, or am I just your own personal show right now?”

His eyes rake up my body before a sexy smirk pulls on his lips. “I kind of like the idea of that. Let’s see how wet I can get you with my words alone.”

I groan, a mix of desire and torture. “Please don’t tease me like this. I want you so bad right now, Grady.”

“Just right now?” He tsks, his knuckle ever so lightly, running up and down my seam. “You’re not always this soaked for me?”

“Grady,” I try to scold, but the desperation is thick in my voice. There’s no hiding it.

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