“Oh wow, that makes me feel special.”
“Youarespecial.”
I grinned, feeling flushed. “Lamar…”
“What time are you going to sleep? Nine?”
“You know it.” I giggled.
“I’m going to make these calls and let my people know, then circle back to tell you good night.”
“Yes, of course. We’ll talk later. Congratulations again!”
We said goodbye, and I finished my dinner with a huge smile.
I felt so inspired by his achievement that I immediately took a shower, put on a cute cami set, grabbed my laptop, and got to work. I decided to write until bedtime. I channeled my emotional roller coaster of an afternoon into the characters of my story, determined to complete the chapter I was working on.
I was coming up on the end of the final paragraph when I thought I heard knocking. It was eight o’clock, so I knew it had to be my neighbors’ door. I continued working until I heard it again, louder. I turned down the music on my phone and listened. When I heard the third round of knocks, I got up and tiptoed toward it. I’d made it only to the end of the hall when my phone vibrated.
It was Lamar.
I stopped in the middle of the living room and answered in a whisper. “Hello?” I quietly kept walking.
“I just wanted to tell you good night,” he said.
When I looked through the peephole, the air left my lungs, and my heart skipped a beat.
“Jazz…” Lamar said my name so sexily that I was immediately overwhelmed.
With a shaky hand, I unlocked the door and opened it. My eyes were wide as I stared at him.
Lamar flashed me a smile. “What’s up, Jazz?”
“What…?!” I exhaled, trying to wrap my mind around what I was seeing in front of me. “Hi!”
His smile grew. “I’m sorry to show up unannounced. But can I come in?”
“Yes, of course! Sorry, come in.” Almost in a trance, I moved backward until the back of my legs hit the couch. My eyes were glued to him as he approached me. “What are you doing here?”
“This.”
Grabbing my face, he crashed his lips into mine. His touch was gentle, yet his kiss was rough. The contrast between his thumbs stroking my cheeks and his mouth moving over mine made me tremble with want. My nipples hardened, and desire coiled in my belly. I grabbed his T-shirt and pulled him. Our bodies were pressed together, and his kiss spread through me like wildfire.
His hands slid from my face down my neck as he kissed his way to my ear. “I’m here because I like you.” He squeezed my throat as he kissed his way back to my lips. “A lot.” His hands moved from my neck over my shoulders, tugging down the straps of my cami as he kissed down my chest. When he reached the cami bodice, he looked up at me. “I’m here because I want you.” He dragged his lips across the fabric until he reached my nipple. Biting down and licking it through the thin material, he made me moan. “So fucking bad.”
“Mmmmmmmmmm.”
With our eyes locked, he tugged the cami down, freeing my breasts as he lowered me to the couch.
“I’m here because I want to make it up to you,” he murmured.
As soon as my ass hit the cushion, he situated himself between my legs. Kneading my breasts, he wrapped his lips around each nipple in turn.
Feeling his warm mouth against my bare skin caused me to gasp. “That feels so good,” I said breathily as he captured a nipple between his teeth and bit softly.
He licked and sucked each protruding peak, alternating back and forth until I felt that pull deep in my gut. He hooked the back of my legs over his forearms and pulled me to the edge of the couch.
“Oh!” I yelped, surprised by his strength.
