I’ve never felt like this before.
He searched my eyes. “You’ve never what?”
“I never”—I swallowed hard—“expected to see you tonight. I’m really glad you came, but you didn’t have to. I really did understand.”
“I didn’t like disappointing you.” He reached out to me. “I never want to disappoint you.” Once I put my hand in his, he pulled me to my feet and continued. “And you seemed surprised earlier when I said you were special. I didn’t like that.” He leaned down to kiss me. “Because I need you to know you’re special to me.”
“You’re special to me, too,” I admitted softly.
Our arms wrapped tight around each other as our mouths and tongues gently wrestled. Tasting myself on his lips, I melted into him. Each kiss was a reminder of how he satisfied me, and my stomach fluttered in remembrance. His hands traveled over my bare skin, giving me goose bumps.
“How much time do we have?” I asked, pulling out of the kiss.
He looked at his watch and then put his hand back on my bare ass. “I should probably go in the next fifteen minutes,” he whispered in my ear.
“There’s a lot we can do in fifteen minutes.”
“I didn’t come here for a quickie.” He squeezed the fleshiness of my bottom before letting it go and cupping my face. “I like you, and I wouldn’t disrespect you like that.”
Disrespect me.
I slipped my hand in between us, sliding over the bulge in the front of his pants. “I want more of you,” I whispered.
He licked his lips. “You can see how bad I want to take you up on that.” He took a small step back so I could see his print for emphasis. “Because I want you.” He cupped my cheeks and kissed me. “And I like you”—he kissed me again—“and you’re special”—his tongue gently met mine—“and you deserve more than a quick fuck.”
“Lamar,” I whined.
His fingers coasted down my face and wrapped around my neck. “Don’t say my name like that.” He drew me into him, and his mouth covered mine. “Do you know how hard it is to resist you?”
Then don’t.
“Mmm,” he groaned, pulling out of the kiss slowly. He let his fingers slide from my neck down my chest as he took a step back. “I’m going to go… because if I keep kissing you, I’m not going home.”
My body and my feelings were laid bare in front of him. Even though he wasn’t outright rejecting me, I wasn’t getting what I wanted tonight. And it stung.
I was battling myself internally, because on one hand, I wanted to tell him how bad I wanted him, how I needed to feel him inside me, how I craved him. On the other hand, if he slid inside me, there was no telling how long we’d spend pleasing each other. If he got home late and did terrible at practice, that could jeopardize his opportunity. And as bad as I wanted him, I didn’t want to come between him and his dreams.
I swallowed hard.
“I understand,” I whispered, pulling the straps of my cami back onto my shoulders, covering at least the top half of my body. “I’m glad we got a chance to see each other.”
“So am I.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “I needed to see you.”
“I needed to see you, too.”
He drew me into an embrace. I rested my head against his chest, and I hugged him tight. We were quiet, rocking back and forth leisurely. I listened to his heart beating. I closed my eyes as the seconds ticked by. The moment I felt my eyes watering, I pulled away.
We silently walked to the door.
“I’m proud of you,” I expressed softly. “Congratulations again.”
His lips pulled into a smile, and his eyes lit up. “Thank you.” Hebrushed my cheek with the back of his hand. “That means a lot to me. Especially coming from you.”
Butterflies moved through my belly as I held his gaze. “You have a big day ahead of you. Get home safely, and get a good night’s sleep.”
He put his hand on the doorknob and paused. He turned to me, and his lips parted as if he were going to say something. Instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine.
“Good night, Jazz.”
