Page 58 of Always Been Yours

I’ll never be done.

I brush some hair off her face and let my hand settle along the column of her neck. I count to five, giving her enough time to pull away if she wants.

She doesn’t.

Her eyes move from mine to my mouth. The hand she was using to skim my chest has tightened around my shirt. But it isn’t until she whispers, “Try again, Grady,” so quietly, that my control snaps.

It’s almost exactly what she told me, after we bumped noses the first time I tried to kiss her.

And I don’t waste a second.

My hand tightens along her neck, and I drop my lips to hers. The kiss is sweet and soft. Neither of us are in a rush. Her other hand runs up my arm before tangling in my hair. The hand I have on her waist slips to the small of her back, pulling her closer to me.

We’re tangled together in this moment, and I’d freeze time right now if I could. I’d live in this second and be the happiest manon this earth.

And from her soft, desperate moan that escapes when I pull away slightly, I know she’d agree.

I tilt her head to the side a little, allowing a better angle. And she takes advantage of it immediately.

Her tongue is running along the seam of my mouth, trying to get access to more, but I quickly realize that teasing Vivi like this is my new favorite thing.

She’s always liked for things to be her way, and she’s still as impatient as ever. A smile breaks across my face when her teeth start to tug on my lower lip. More a demand than a request.

I open to her and give her exactly five seconds to take what she wants before the control becomes mine.

My grip on her neck and waist tightens. I step into her space, forcing her further against the doorframe, her front flush against mine.

I deepen the kiss, plunging my tongue into her mouth and find myself already addicted to the sweet taste of her.

All I know at this moment is Genevieve Briar Davies.

Her rich berry and vanilla scent. The way her hands grab onto any part of me that they can. Her soft, needy moans matching each of my deeper, and equally desperate, groans.

And even though it feels like I’m a dying man in the desert turning away from a needed oasis, I know that I have to pull away before I lose track of reality.

The whimper she makes when I take my lips from her is almost enough to make me fully step into her house. To bury myself so deep within her body and heart that we’re never able to separate who is who again.

But I can’t. Not tonight.

“Fuck, Vivi.” I place a small kiss onher mouth.

She blinks up at me and giggles. “You… you cursed. Again.”

I chuckle and rub my nose along her cheek. “Because you drive me so crazy. I don’t know how else to express it.”

She lightly pushes at my chest, adding unwelcomed distance. I catch her hand and hold it against my chest.

“You owe the swear jar a dollar when you get home.”

“Says the girl with a mouth like a sailor. You’d owe them your annual salary if we had to pay when they aren’t around to hear it.”

“Sorry,” she shrugs irreverently, “that’s not happening.” Her cheeks start to turn a light shade of pink and she shyly gazes up at me through her lashes, but her voice stays steady as she contemplates, “I guess you’ll just have to think of another way to punish me if you want me to stop swearing.”

Yeah… this is a game I would love to play with her.

“I can think of more than a few mutually enjoyable ways to punish you but unfortunately, I love your mouth the way it is.”

She smirks but I don’t miss the shiver that runs up her back, nor the sharp inhale that I cut off with one last kiss.

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