Page 79 of Always Been Yours

But tonight?

Tonight, I’ll take a little more.

I slide backwards, straight into his chest and pull his arm tighter around me.

“Comfy?” he asks in a husky voice.

“Hmm, getting there.” His chuckle turns into a tortured groan as I settle my ass along the top of his thighs.SlowlyI scoot up just enough to settle my bottom along his half-mast cock, feeling him harden against me.

His hand clamps down on my waist. “Genevieve,” he warns.

“I’m getting comfortable,” I retort in a breathy whisper.

“Okay,” he resigns skeptically.

I take in his amber scent, noticing a hint of driftwood, and nuzzle into his warmth, building the nerve to kick my leg over his waist. The motion pulls me back into his hardness again. A moan escapes out of me at the same time I hear him groan against myneck.

“There’s no way you’re comfortable,” Grady places a kiss on my neck, squeezing my soft thigh.

Fuck, I want him to move his hand up.

No, need. Ineedhim to touch me.

I nod. “This is what I want, Grady.” I punctuate my point with a roll of my hips.

A sharp sting on my shoulder makes me yelp. Grady’s teeth press down further before letting go and I whimper at the absence of the pain.

“I thought you were just teasing me when you changed into yourpajamas.“ He runs his hand up my thigh, along my silk shorts that flutter around the tops of my thighs and a tank top that falls just a little too low on my cleavage. They’re similar to what I wore last night… if you cut more than half the fabric off. “I need you to tell me what you want. We’re only going as far as you want.”

Over my shoulder I whisper, “What do you want?”

“Everything. All of you.Finally,“ he says, like a man coming off a life-long fast. “But I’m not in a rush, Genevieve.”

Holy fuck.The sound of my name, in that voice, while he’s actually wrapped around me is better than I could have ever dreamed.

“I want you to touch me.” I tentatively grab his other hand that’s wrapped around my shoulder and slip it under my shirt.

His hand slips down to my nipple, and he rolls the tight bud between his fingers with a gentle reverence.

The very next second I’m gasping and rolling my hips again as he pincheshard.

The confidence in his movements leave no room for my doubts. I feed off of his surety and use my leg to better position him while I grind my ass against him.

Maybe I should be embarrassed by my desperate panting and how close I already am to a climax, but I’m lost in the euphoriathat is Grady’s hands on me.

“What else?”

I shake my head, words beyond my mental functions right now.

“Show me what you want, Genevieve.”

I grab the hand still gripping my thigh and move it to my center, rubbing his fingers over the fabric.

Grady slips out of my hold and moves my hand to the back of his neck. “Don’t move from here,” he says, a note of authority in his voice, but I don’t like when other people make the rules.

“I want to touch you,” I whine as I begin to slide my hand back down, but he grabs it, roughly setting it back on his neck.

“I don’t care about what you want anymore. I’m going to give you what you need.” I want to roll my eyes at his arrogance but if anyone can figure out what it is that I need, it would be Grady.

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