A naughty glint flashed in her eyes, and I had to stop myself from moaning.
“First, I’m gonna suck the soul out the tip, and then I’m gonna squeeze the life out of him with my pussy.”
“Oh yeah? You sound like you missed daddy.” I kissed her neck.
“I did.” She moaned.
“You gonna run from me again?”
“No,” she muttered.
“That’s my good girl.” I picked her up, and she squealed with a giggle as I walked toward the master bedroom. I slapped her ass before I kissed it, ready as hell to give her this nut she earned and deserved.
chapter 7
ARIELLE
The sun blinded me as soon as I opened my eyes. I slammed them shut again and groaned.
“I need to put those black-out blinds up ASAP,” I muttered. My voice was hoarse, and there was a slight, delicious ache between my legs.
The memory of Kareem between my legs the night before caused my eyes to pop open again. I rolled over but knew what I would find before my eyes landed on the empty left side of my queen-sized bed. My hand instinctively ran over the cool lavender sheets as I inhaled the lingering smell of his cologne.
Sadness filled me as I slowly got out of bed and made my way toward the bathroom, cursing at the boxes scattered all around the floor and in the way of every step I took.
My main goal for the day was to get my apartment in order. Actually, that was the goal over the next few days. I’d taken offwork for this, so I knew I needed to be intentional with the time off.
After I brushed my teeth and washed my face, I turned on the shower and stepped in as I washed my aching body.
“That man knows what the hell he’s doing,” I mumbled, and then another wave of sadness hit me. This had to be what Kareem felt like the morning after our first hookup. At least I had the luxury of getting ahold of him, but I didn’t expect him to sneak out and be gone after such an amazing night together. “Karma, bitch.”
I shook my head as I stepped out of the shower. While I dried off, I tried to make sense of why I cared so much that Kareem wasn’t here this morning. My heart screamed that it was because I liked him more than I wanted to admit. My brain screamed to back off and take things slow. Donzell had done a number on me, and I knew I didn’t need to jump into anything new so soon anyway. It was probably best that he wasn’t here.
I rationalized all of this while I got dressed, and by the time I was ready for the day and in dire need of some coffee, I had convinced myself that Kareem leaving was okay.
My nose was in my phone as I walked into the living room. I scrunched my nose up when I saw Donzell had called a dozen times and sent a ton of texts. I deleted them without even reading. He was so hurt that I actually moved out, but he’d had so long to do better, . . . to change. I couldn’t dwell on a situation that no longer served me. Just as I was about to officially block his number, a knock sounded on the front door. My brows furrowed as I made my way to the door and opened it. Shock filtered through me as I looked up at Kareem standing in my doorway with a bag in his hand.
“Good, you’re up. Breakfast?” He held the bag up, and I had a sense of déjà vu.
I stood to the side and let him in. His cologne was pronounced, and I noticed he had a change of clothes.
“Are you going to make a habit of feeding me?” I asked, unsure of what else to say. My heart did an erratic happy dance inside my ribcage, and I couldn’t help but smile as I watched him move inside my home.
“That and more.” He nodded seriously. I walked by him to get to one of the barstools at the center island, but he caught me by my waist. “I don’t ever want to see you walk by me and not give me a kiss, you hear me?”
My brows rose. “You’re bossy as hell, you know that?”
“You been knowing that since the moment you met me. What about it?”
I giggled. He had me there. “Nothing,” I uttered as I stood on my tiptoes and pecked his lips. I tried to pull away, but he held the back of my neck and deepened the kiss. My pussy pulsed as I leaned into him, but he pulled away before we could really get started.
“Sit ya hot ass down. Let’s eat and then start unpacking.” He grabbed containers out of the bag he’d put on the counter before sliding me one.
This man never ceased to amaze me. Not only did he get me my favorite breakfast sandwich from one of my favorite diners, he also wanted to help me unpack? Why had God been hiding him from me?
“What you know about Ellie’s?” I asked, referring to the diner the food was from.
His brows shot up. “What you know about it, youngin?”
