His head cocked slightly to the side.“Then why are youhere?”
“I…” I brushed at my skirt again and lost track of mythoughts.
“Baby, you can swipe at it all you want, it’s not gonna growlonger,” Darius said in a sweet, sexy, teasing tone.
A sweet, teasing tone (the sexy was new, he was young backthen, he hadn’t developed that part yet) was so veryDarius, everycell in my body that loved him (and that was all of them too) heated up.
Okay, I was there to talk, not jump him.
Talk, not engage in wild sex on his incredibly attractiveBerber carpet.
“Malia?”he called.
Shit.
I tackled him.
His arms went around me as he flew back and landed in one ofthe low, black leather chairs, me on top of him.
I straddled him, knees in the seat and grabbed his head.
“Sweetheart—” he tried.
“We’re gonna talk, just after you give me the business,” Isaid.
He grinned.
It was cute.
I still kissed him.
He took over the kiss as, miraculously, he got us both outof that chair.He walked with me wrapped around him, his arm around me, onehand at my behind, all the while kissing me.
Then I was going down, Darius on top, in a bed.
God, I’d missed his weight on me.
I’d just missed him.
Only then did he break our kiss to lift his head and offer,“Fast and hard, or slow and sweet?”
“Fast and hard, um…first,” I whispered.
His eyes darkened but he said, “Been awhile since I tastedyour sweet pussy, baby.”
“Okay, fast and hard after…um,that.”
I got another grin, a different one this time, one I feltright where he’d be giving me some attention, hopefully soon, then he droppedhis head and kissed me again.
He left the dress on when he eventually went down on me.
But he got rid of it (though, not the shoes) when he fuckedme.
Fast and hard.
But still.
It was all kinds of sweet.
