Thank God she had a better sense of timing than he did. What the hell was he thinking, bringing up someone from her past? But Jamal knew much of the battle he was fighting to win Phylicia over was due to what this guy had done to her. He wanted to know what he was up against.
Not tonight, though. They had better things to do tonight.
“Jamal, it’s late,” Phylicia said.
Or maybe not.
She pushed away from the counter she’d been leaning against and walked over to where he sat.
“I don’t want to waste any more time dancing around the issue,” she continued. “We’re both adults. We can be upfront about what we want to happen here.”
Desire shot to his groin. “I want you,” he said without hesitation.
“I want you too.”
Damn.Her boldness turned him on more than Jamal thought possible. How hot was it to have a woman tell him just what she wanted? No teasing. No games.
Without another word, he captured the back of her head and pulled her close. She met his mouth with eagerness that rivaled his own, her lips parting and her tongue darting inside his mouth.
Jamal opened his legs so she could step between them, then thought better of it. Why waste time being vertical?
“Where’s your bed?” he asked.
Phylicia took him by the hand and led him down a short hallway. He salivated at the way the jeans molded to her trim thighs. He needed to peel them off her. Now.
They entered her bedroom, and Phylicia flipped on a bedside lamp.
“Okay. Strip,” she said.
Jamal managed a hoarse laugh through the lust clogging his throat. “Is this going to be a game of Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine?”
“We don’t have time for that,” she said, then caught the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head.
Jamal’s knees instantly weakened at the sight of her in a sheer black bra.
“Damn,” he whispered.
“Are you going to get undressed?” she asked.
“Hell yes,” he said, and kicked off his shoes.
It was an all-out strip-fest from that point on. In a matter of seconds, they were both naked. Jamal wanted to take a few minutes to just look at her, but Phylicia was having none of that. She reached for him and pulled him down on the bed with her.
Jamal attacked her body with a full-on sensual assault, sucking first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, snaking his hand down her ribcage and over her hip, rubbing her smooth inner thigh before slipping a finger into the soaking wetness between her legs. She lifted her hips, reaching for his touch. He answered by sliding another finger into her tight body.
“Dammit, Phylicia.” She was so tight. So wet.
“More,” she moaned against his lips, her body surging beneath him.
Jamal added another finger, gliding them in and out of her slippery, silken, scorching-hot passage. He escalated his pace and added his thumb to the action, circling her swelling clitoris. Phylicia closed her legs, imprisoning his arm between her thighs.
“Faster,” she breathed. “Go deeper.” She looked up at him. “You. I needyouinside me.”
The erection he was certain couldn’t get any harder swelled even more. Jamal pulled a condom from his wallet and quickly covered himself before bracing between her thighs. He attempted to ease himself inside, but when Phylicia gripped his ass, all thoughts of gentleness evaporated. He plunged inside her, sinking into the most delicious warmth he’d ever invaded.
With single-minded determination, he drove into her, her body expanding to accommodate his increasingly deeper thrust.
It was heaven. Pure heaven. Jamal concentrated on the feel of her surrounding him, clutching him, milking him. He held himself still, relishing the snug fit.
