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He’s never gotten mad when I’ve declined his invitations to move in. “You went through some serious trauma,” he told methe last time we talked about it. “That apartment represents your security. So we’re gonna take this as slow as you need.”
“This feels good,” I murmur as I lean into him, the steam from the shower surrounding us. I yawn against his chest and he chuckles.
“I better get you dried off before you fall asleep on your feet.”
“It’d be your fault if I did,” I mumble. “Torturing me like that.”
“You fucking loved it.”
I totally did.
He dries us both with thick white towels before carrying me out to the bed. I’d long since stopped complaining about Grant’s desire to carry me everywhere. It’s just another one of those things that makes him happy to do. Taking care of me.
And my man does it so very well.
Grant gets me settled on the plush mattress before fiddling with a panel on the wall, changing the dark red light to a dimmer golden glow. Then he climbs in with me, his arms immediately pulling me close. I go without hesitation—after all, his arms are my favorite place in the world.
“So, I was thinking about next time,” I say and he growls deep in his chest.
“Next time, eh?”
I stifle a giggle. We’d long since abandoned my list. We’d gotten through pretty much everything on it anyhow. We might try another menage one day. We’re still both turned on by the idea, and I think it might turn out better now that we’ve committed to each other. Now that we’re both confident in the knowledge that I’m his, and he’s mine.
But it will be touching only. Grant told me straight up that there’s no way he’s ever letting another man enter my body as long as I live. No arguments from me.
These days we just do what feels natural without any pre-planning—well, most of the time. It turns out Grant has plenty of fantasies of his own when it comes to me. Again, no arguments from me.
“Yes, next time,” I reiterate. I tilt my face up to raise an eyebrow at him. “I’m thinking of something really filthy for our next meeting.”
He scowls a little when I refer to our time together as ameeting, but decides to play along. “And what filthy things are filling up that naughty little mind of yours?” he asks, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose.
I take a deep breath, surprised when no nerves rise in my chest. It’s a big step, yes, but it feels right.
“I was thinking we could have really dirty, hot sex…in our bedroom.”
He looks confused for a moment. “In our…” then his face brightens, eyes going wide. “Ourbedroom? Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I nod, a bit of shyness creeping in. But the joyous laugh that bursts out of Grant is enough to wipe that away. He sits up in bed, pulling me into his lap and cupping my face. “You want to move in? Officially?”
I nod, eyes searching his. “If you still want?—”
“Of course I fucking do!” Then his lips are on mine, hot and hard, his tongue coming out to plunder my mouth. Just as I’m starting to sink into the kiss, he pulls away again. “Holy shit, Kense! This is the best fucking news I’ve heard in ages.”
Tears sting my eyes as I look up at him. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look this happy. There’s a boyish glint in his eyes, a huge grin on his face. It’s like I just gave him the best present in the world.
“I want to live with you,” I tell him, my voice thick with emotion. “I want us to build a life together.”
His expression turns a little more serious as he takes my face in his hands again. “I want that, too. More than anything. But only if you’re ready.”
“I am.” I shrug. “I always told myself I would never rely on another man ever again. But with you…” I trail off, not sure how to put it in words. “With you it feels like you’re relying on me just as much. And I don’t feel afraid.”
His eyes are fierce as he looks down at me. “I do rely on you. You’re everything to me, Kensie. Fuckingeverything.”
He kisses me again, and this time he doesn’t stop. Soon he’s sliding me under him, our bodies joining once again. I let myself be swept away in our passion, knowing that I always have him to hold onto.
That’s the thing about trust—with the right person, it just gets stronger and stronger. And Grant is definitely my right person.
In the months since I met him, he’s shown me so much. He taught me about my own body, my own desires. He gave me a safe place to explore and find myself. I know that as time goes on, we’ll keep exploring, together. There’s a whole world out there, and he’ll be at my side for all of it.
This is only the beginning.
The End