“Not shit. We’re done here.”
“Nah. I don’t believe that.”
“Well, that’s too fucking bad because it’s the truth. Now, let me go, so I can go find me a hotel for the night.”
“I’m not letting you stay at no hotel.”
I laughed. “You don’t have a fucking choice. I’m not staying here. You’re just another bum ass nigga that wants to screw me over in as many ways as he possibly can. I’m not falling for it this time. Thankfully, you showed your true colors early. Now, I don’t have to?—”
His mouth covered mine, stealing every word right off my lips.
I should’ve pushed him away. I should’ve told him that the slow glide of his tongue against mine wasn’t enough to make me stay.
But I didn’t. I stayed, letting his mouth keep me captive as our tongues met over and over again.
“Ocean,” I whispered in between breaths. “I can’t trust you.”
“Yes, you can, baby. I promise you can.”
“Why didn’t you just tell me what you were going to do?”
“Because at the time, I didn’t think it was necessary. But now, I know better.”
“Why didn’t you tell me right after?”
“Because I knew you would respond like this, and I needed to make sure I came correct.”
His hand lowered between my thighs.
I gasped as his fingertips slid against my swollen lips then between them.
He kissed me softly. “Believe me when I say...I’m not going to mess this up. Any woman I used to fuck doesn’t have a chance with me now, and I have no problem making that shit known.”
His words felt just as good as his fingers.
My head dropped against his shoulder, an attempt to hold myself in place as he slid in and out of me.
“Why do you want me, Ocean? I’m pretty screwed up. You know that.”
“Nah, not to me. And I couldn’t let you go even if I tried.” He eased me back, guiding me toward the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
“Ocean, I just got back from a shoot. I need to shower.”
“Do I look like I give a damn about any of that?”
“No, but I do. I’m not putting my musty coochie all in your face.”
He laughed. “Fine. But still, take off your clothes and meet me in my bathroom. I’ll run you a hot bath.”
“Okay.”
“And again, I’m sorry, and it won’t happen again.”
“It better not,” I said with a smirk as I pulled my shirt over my head.
His eyes lingered on my sports bra, which was almost showing my nipples.
“Go run the water,nasty,” I teased. “You’ll get a full view in just a minute.”
