Even longer since we took it further, but he was in my life,in my business, inmy heart, I couldn’t stop it.
This time, I wasn’t going to tear myself away.
Ineededit.
No.
I needed Darius.
I tried to pull him down on the couch.
He resisted, and fear took hold of my soul, because onething I’d learned these last few years, when Darius was done, he was gone.
But he said, “No, baby, not on the couch.Not this time, notour first since…will he wake up?”
“He’s a sound sleeper.”
That was all I said, all he needed.
He let me go but took my hand and we were up the stairsbefore I could blink.
We were in my dark bedroom before I could get my headstraight.
And then he was kissing me again, so I wasn’t thinking aboutanything but that.
He might be hungry, but I was starving.
Starving for his warm skin and the touch of his hands.
Starving for his mouth on mine, his tongue in my mouth,dancing with mine.His lips on my neck.The crush of his arms around me.
Then my shirt was off.His shirt was off.He went after myjeans.I went after his.
Both of us only in underwear, he leaned into me, and I fellto my back on my bed, Darius on top of me.
Oh man, he felt good.
Even so, I rolled him to get more of him.
He rolled me to get more of me.
I squirmed under him to push down my panties.
He took over andwhoosh!they were gone.
Nice.
I pushed at his boxers.“Now you.”
“Slow down, sweetheart,” he murmured, hand at my breast,thumb and finger teasing my nipple, the sensations he created firing their wayall over my skin, his mouth was in my neck.
“Slow isn’t an option, Darius,” I told him.
His fingers stilled, his head came up, and he looked down atme through the dark.
“You sure?”he asked, and I closed my eyes.
There he was.
