“Naw.” Crystal chuckled. “He said your skin burned his hand.”
Enola squinted, trying to figure out what her friend was talking about.
Then it hit her.
At the time, she’d had no idea that she was a Phoenix. Too bad Antonio had to find out the hard way. Maybe he’d think twice about putting his hands on another woman.
“Girl, Antonio is an idiot,” Enola dismissed.
“I didn’t like him from the moment I met him,” Crystal admitted.
Enola glared at her friend in wide-eyed disbelief. “Really, bitch?! You introduced us!”
Crystal fell back against the sofa, laughing. “My bad!” she screeched.
“Yeah, your bad,” Enola scoffed.
Once Crystal was over her laughing fit, Enola grabbed the remote and turned on the television. It was time for Power to come on.
“But you gotta admit…” Crystal started.
Enola turned with narrowed eyes, waiting on her friend’s revelation.
“Antonio was one fine ass Puerto Rican papí, mamí.”
“Whatever,” Enola dismissed, turning back to the television.
An hour after two bottles of wine, and a healthy dose of Omari Hardwick’s sexy ass, Enola was tucked comfortably in her bed, ready to meet the sandman. She rolled over, cocked one knee up, and hugged her pillow. When she closed her eyes, the gorgeous face of her grandmother’s breakfast guest popped into her head. If she was remembering correctly, his name was Gideon.
Enola was gazing into Gideon’s striking gray eyes as if he were two inches from her face. He was tall and more than fit, and Enola longed to see the muscles that his shirt couldn’t conceal.
“Enola Roux,” he called out in a whisper.
The deep rumble of his alluring voice taunted her senses. His eyes roamed her eager flesh. Paralyzed under his scrutiny, she melted against her pillow. Enola wanted more than anything to feel his hands on her body.
Gideon must have been in the mood to grant wishes.
He reached out and ran his warm finger down Enola’s cheek. “Beautiful,” he whispered.
Enola couldn’t blink. She was simply unable to take her eyes off of him. Gideon slowly ran his finger down her jawline, down her neck, and over her shoulder. He slipped his finger under the spaghetti strap of her nightgown and eased it off her shoulder.
He lowered himself to her height and pulled her, without the least bit of resistance from Enola, against his hard body. His face was so close. Their lips were barely an inch apart. Against her heaving breasts, Enola could feel the rise and fall of his chest. Every breath that he took teased her reactive, erect nipples.
“Gideon,” she whispered, but it was more of a plea.
Enola wanted more. She wanted all of him. As she stared into eyes the color of diamonds, she could feel moisture pooling in her warm center.
“Gideon,” she repeated in a whisper.
“Gideon, what? What do you want from me Nola?”
The deep rumble of his masculine voice echoed throughout her wanton body.
“Make love to me. Please, I–I want you to make love to me.”
Gideon shook his head and narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t believe her. He gripped her ass, pulling her pelvis to his big, hard dick and whispered close to her lips, “You don’t want me to make love to you, Nola. Tell the truth, darlin’. You want me to fuck you, don’t you, love? You want me to fuck you until you forget who you really are.”
Enola ground her pussy against his cloth covered cock and moaned.
