Darius took over.
In everything.
Then he proved how vivid his imagination was.
And I was right.
I didn’t regret a damned thing.
I lay with my head on his chest.
Darius was on his back.He had his arm around me, hisfingers drawing random patterns on the small of my back.
We’d been silent after.
But now, when his fingers stopped and his muscles bunched, Iknew what he was doing.
“If you leave me, there are going to be problems,” I warnedthe delightful bulge of his pec.
“Malia—”
I lifted my head and looked down at him.“Don’t leave.”
“Fuck,” he murmured, put his hand to my face, slid it back,curled it around my head and pulled my forehead to his before he bit out, “Fuck.”
I wanted to jump off the bed and do a victory dance.
Because this meant he not only didn’t want to leave, hewasn’t leaving.
We were so…totally…meant to be.
And seriously, he’d given me orgasms back in the day, butusually with his mouth or fingers.
But the sync we just got into made the slow burn we’dendured totally worth it.
And yeah, I knew what I was saying.
Six years’ wait.
Totally…
Worth it!
He relaxed his hand so I could pull back an inch, but justan inch.He put enough pressure on I couldn’t get too far away.
“I don’t want him seeing me.”
And there was the splash of cold water at the end of myvictory lap.
“Why?”I whispered, not able to hide the hurt weighing downthat word.
He rolled us so I was on my back, he was pressed down myside, but our faces were still close.
“It’s not safe,” he said.
I opened my mouth, but his finger rested on my lips.
“Hush,” he whispered.“Hear me out.Please.”
