“You always feel so good,” he says, his lips dancing across my skin.
“Mmm,” I moan. I open my eyes to tell him to make me feel good, but it’s not Omari’s face I see. It’s a pair of obsidian almond-shaped eyes against midnight skin, locs dangling over my breasts. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Fuck,” I spit.
I can feel his hand hovering over my rib cage. “You okay?” he asks, concern hanging off his words.
I lean my head back against my cabinet and slowly let my eyes flutter open, relieved to see just Omari again. “Yep. Just a head rush. Take me to the bedroom.”
“You sure? Do you need anything?”
I look at the forgotten bottle of Promesa sitting on the counter. I don’t know if it’s helping or hurting my hallucinations, but I take a swig. Grabbing Omari’s chin between my fingers, I slide his lips apart to pour a shot down his throat. He lets me, licking his lips when he’s done.
I lean over and kiss him deeply. “I just need you.”
Satisfied with my response, he picks me up and carries me to my room, kicking the door closed behind him.
Once we’re both kneeling on the bed, I rip his shirt over his head, trailing my fingers over his chest and enjoying how his skin ripples under my touch.
He grabs me by the throat and pulls me into him, kissing me behind the ear. “Don’t get cocky, Dani. We’re just getting started.” The bite in his voice pulls a moan out of me.
Thank the lord we’re back on track.
I push on his stomach until he releases his grip and then I lie down and pull my bottoms off, leaving me completely naked and splayed open for him. His eyes darken as he takes me in, leaning over to grip my thighs.
“You look so perfect for me,” he says, his voice gruff.
Damnit. There he goes transforming before my eyes again.
Fuck this. I give him what I hope is a look of seduction and flip over to my stomach, hiking my ass in the air.
I don’t need to see him for him to make me feel good.
“Fuck, Dani,” he groans.
“How’s this for perfect?”
When his tongue breaches my center, my body finally lets go and lets me get lost in the moment.
The blackout curtains in my room block out any trace of the sun’s rays, but I know they’re there because I’ve been staring at my clock for over an hour.
Sleep never fully came for me anyway. The wheels in my mind moved too fast for it to hold on to me.
Sometimes, I have these periods where I can’t keep up with my thoughts, and everything around me becomes foggy.
If I stay in this bed any longer, I’ll suffocate under the weight of the fog. Fighting the temptation to let it take me, I throw my feet off the side of the bed and stretch my arms up to the ceiling. I check to see if Omari’s awake. He quietly smacks his lips and turns over to face away from me. Perfect.
I sneak off to the bathroom and prepare to start my day. The tightness in my chest settles with every step of my routine.
“Good morning,” Omari greets me when I step out of the bathroom, making me jump out of my skin.
“Shit, good morning.”
He chuckles. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“You were just snoring so peacefully not that long ago. I wasn’t expecting you to be up,” I tease.
“Oh, wow. You lying on me now? I don’t snore.”
“You definitely snore. But it’s a cute snore. Not a ‘tap you on the shoulder and tell you to get the fuck out’ kind of snore.”
