“So you’re telling me I gotta get in here?” His thick fingers pointed to the center of my chest.
I bit into my bottom lip, loving the way his eyes jumped from my chest to my eyes. “I guess so.”
The tap of his fingers against my chest sent a frenzy fire through my being. We had been here plenty of times before, but not like this.
“Mhmm,” I moaned.
“Bet.”
He was on his feet seconds later, carrying me back to my bedroom. When we reached my room, he stood there for a moment, my face buried into his neck.
“The fuck your room look like a page out of a magazine for? Has it always looked like this?”
“Yes, but you’ve never paid it any attention as you’ve only bee—” I yelped because he dropped me on my bed. “You’ve only ever been here for one thing?”
“Valid. But don’t forget you only wanted me here for one thing too.” His hands were in the bend of my thighs and hips, pulling me to the edge, close to him.
I shut the fuck up, because that was true but it wasn’t.
“What, you don’t have anything to say?” He locked four fingers into the hem of my pants, gripping both them and my underwear.
“I do, but it’s not worth saying.” I watched him peel my pants and undergarments from my frame with ease and little aid from me. He tossed them across the room, then stood up straight.
I sat up, widening my legs and just looking at him. Under the dimly lit bedroom fixtures, something else lived in his eyes.
“Everything you gotta say is worth saying, as long as it ain’t you telling me this ain’t what I know we both want.” He gripped my thighs, pulling me closer to the end, the faucet between my legs doing more than leaking at this point. He saw it too and licked those perfect lips.
“Reminisce,” I gasped the moment his finger touched my flesh.
“What? I just wanna taste this motherfucker. You gonna let me taste it?” he asked, pulling his finger back and jabbing it into his mouth.
“Mhmm.”
My verbal moan of agreeance had this man on his knees in front of me in seconds, kissing my inner thigh and pushing three fingers against my core like he had to peel back the layers.
Shit!I bit back my moan and gripped the sheets beneath me the moment I felt his lips. He knew what he was doing. He wanted to give me inspiration, so he was teasing me to give it. He used his tongue like he had done several times before but I swore nothing like this. This time things between us were different.
More heat.
Intention.
Promises.
Fuck, so many unspoken, skin-kissed promises.
I awoke the next morning to the smell of breakfast, but Reminisce’s arm around my frame, holding me in place. That set off an alarm in my brain, making me hop up immediately. I was standing at the foot of my bed looking for something to throw on when I heard his voice.
“The fuck are you jumping up for?” he asked in a sleep-filled tone and he had yet to move.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back.” I settled on the robe hanging from my door. Once I had it secured around my body, I left the room, closing the door behind me. When I entered the kitchen, I wasn’t surprised to see my mother standing over the stove. It was sorta her thing, to pop up and cook when I didn’t sound right. Last night I was drained and thinking too much about the man in my bed, so she took that as me needing her to come and do this.
“Good morning, Mama. What are you doing here?” I glanced around my kitchen before my eyes found her again.
“Buenos dias, mi hija.”Good morning, my daughter.
“Mama.”
“You needed me and I came. I hate that you live out here by yourself,” she repeated as she always did. Unlike my brother and Brysheer, I didn’t live less than ten minutes from her. They lived in the suburbs and I lived in the city.
