“Don’t overthink. You’ve reminded me that we only live once. I want to explore our . . . friendship.”
“You sure about that?”
“You were talking all big and bad a while ago. Are you getting cold feet, Mr. Snowden?” I elongated the word Snow in his name.
Before I could tease him more, Amari rose and tossed me on my back, raising my arms above my head and pinning them down on the bed. He kissed and sucked my neck so deeply, I moaned.
“Woman, I just want to make sure we’re on the same page about this, because once I turn your faucet on, I might become addicted to all that wet-wet.”
“You never know how addictive I am unless you take a dip.”
Amari released my hands and stood on the edge of the bed. I turned my head to take him in as he lowered his sweatpants. Although I’d already seen his erection, something about having touched it made my mouth water.
“Do you have protection? I didn’t come over expecting to have sex with . . . a client.” He quickly stroked himself as he bit his lip.
I gestured for him to come closer. When he did, I reached for him and stroked the length of him several times.
Amari threw his head back as his eyes rolled back in his head.
“Ruby . . .”
“You can pull out.”
Amari shook his head and held my hand steady.
“I don’t play that, baby girl. My swimmers are strong. A single leak could get you knocked up. I’m not trying to complicate your life more than it is.”
“I’m a big girl. I can handle whatever happens.”
When Amari leaned over and peered into my eyes, I worried for a moment. Was he going to deny me?
“Okay.” He spoke the word with such precision, I was startled. “Take off your nightgown.”
I sat up with my legs hanging off the side of my bed and then stood with my body flushed to him. A chill ran down my spine as I realized that without the satiny fabric of my nightgown, I would no longer have a barrier to separate me from Amari. Much like the emotional walls that were crumbling, everything about me would be exposed.
Chapter
Thirteen
AMARI
MINE
In the darkness of Ruby’s bedroom, I smelled her arousal. It was sweet and tangy like the organic hand soap in her bathroom, but uniquely feminine. My mouth watered at how alluring she was as the bright light from the white snow outside danced on the panels of the wooden floor. There was just enough light from the fireplace to display our faces. If I wore my desire as openly as Ruby, nothing would hide how much I appreciated her initiation of an act that was inevitable from the time I crossed the threshold of her home.
I bent to raise her satiny nightgown. The fabric slipped through my fingers effortlessly as they brushed against her curvy thighs. When I raised the gown to her waist, I sucked in my breath as my hands rubbed against the smooth, bare skin of her backside. I rested them there and gave each cheek a little squeeze.
“Dang, woman, did you plan this?”
“I had no idea you’d be spending the night with me.”
“But you knew what you were doing when you offered to let me share your bed. You could have bundled up in a T-shirt and sweatpants, but . . .” I paused when I lifted the gown over Ruby’s perky breasts.
“You’re not wearing a bra either? Oh, you want to have my baby.”
“No. I just want to be serviced by my Snow Day Santa.” Ruby raised her arms so I could remove her nightgown.
I laughed and draped her gown on the bed’s metal footboard.
