I melted against his body, parting my lips and moaning when his tongue first made contact with mine. He tasted like a place I’d only been to once, but had always wanted to return to and bury myself into forever.
We kissed, forgetting our need for oxygen, while Robert’s hands trailed up and down the sides of my waist. He was getting reacquainted with my body, and God if it didn’t turn me the hell on. His kiss flowed between impatient and needy to slow and seductive. I reached up, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pulling him into me.
I startled when my back was pressed against my door.
Robert’s hands sunk to the tops of my sweatpants.
That was when my common sense returned. I covered his hands with mine, pulling away from the kiss, panting as my lungs desperately searched for air.
“Robert, we can’t.”
His jaw tightened, jaw flexing.
When I pushed away from him, my body was shaky and I hugged myself, running my hands up and down my arms, all of a sudden feeling cold without his embrace.
“I can’t just break up with someone I’ve been with for two years just because you say so,” I insisted, trying to sound confident in my decision. “It wouldn’t be fair to him.”
“Fuck fair,” he growled.
My shoulders pulled downward as I dropped my hands to my sides. “What do you mean fuck fair? You can’t always get what you want.”
“I mean exactly what I said. Fuck fair.”
“Robert.”
“Fine. You want to talk about fairness. Is it fair to him that you’re thinking of me whenever he kisses you, touches you? Does he know that even after five years, you still lay in bed at night thinking of me? Using those dainty little fingers of yours to make that pretty pussy come in only the way I can make it come? Does he know that?”
I gasped, my eyes going wide with embarrassment at his words. “Get out!” I yelled.
He’d made me feel completely exposed. Because as much as I hated to admit it, he was right, but my pride got in the way of me admitting it.
“He’s fucking lame. Not half the man you deserve. You know it. I know it. And he knows it.”
“Oh, and you’re the whole man I deserve?”
“No …” He replied, surprising me. “But I am the man that will have you screaming my name, calling out for me in the middle of the night, and wearing my ring and last name until we both take our final breath on this earth. I’m also the man who’ll kill anyone who tries to get in the way of our future. So break up with him, for his sake, because he’d never survive my wrath.”
I shook my head, not wanting to take in what he was saying. “You wouldn’t.”
He stepped closer, menacingly close. “Princess, not only would I, but I’d fucking enjoy it. How’s that for fair?”
I closed my eyes, needing a moment to think because while I normally considered myself a morally upstanding citizen, the fact that Robert was standing in front of me declaring that he would literally take another man’s life, was kind of a turn on.
It was right then that I started to realize I would likely be going to hell for this man.
I opened my eyes to find Robert’s on me, peering down at me, through me. He was awaiting my decision.
“Okay.” I nodded. “I-I’ll break up with Co— him but we can’t sleep together until I do.”
I swallowed, relieved at having made that decision. Truth be told, Cohen and my relationship had been over for a while now. I wasn’t sure exactly when it happened … hell, truth be told, it was likely doomed from the very beginning. Because compared to Robert Townsend there was no other man. He’d ruined me for everyone who came after him.
And as he moved closer like a panther stalking its prey, I knew he knew it.
“That’s fair,” he stated cockily while wrapping his left hand around the side of my face, pulling me into him for another kiss.
I wouldn’t let my mind think about everything else he’d said. The mention he’d made about marrying me, or even the four children he spoke of having, after that first night together. No. I didn’t need to think about all of that. For the moment, I could just soak up the beautiful feeling of his kiss, the embrace of his arms and being in his presence, and the strength and protection it afforded my own peace of mind.
“Are you hungry?” I asked as I pulled from his embrace. I needed to break the kiss because as much as I wanted to be fair to Cohen, I couldn’t do so if he was going to keep kissing me.
