“The enchiladas are good. That’s what I’m getting. You can’t go wrong with tacos, though.”
His eyes remained intently on mine, and I held his gaze as I nodded slowly. “I’ll get the steak tacos, then, if you let me taste your enchiladas.”
Kareem’s eyes twinkled as he leaned forward and pressed his elbows on the table. “I’ll let you taste whatever you want, mama.”
I clenched my jaw but didn’t back down. He wanted to play; I was about to play as unfair as I could. With a wide grin, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my thick legs. “Bet whatever you have ain’t better than what I have to offer.”
His brows shot up in surprise, and I grinned triumphantly. I’d finally caught him off guard. Loved that for me.
“How ’bout we test that theory?” He stood up, and my cheesy grin faltered.
“Damn. You can’t even take a girl to dinner first?” I knew I was stalling for time, and I suspected he knew it too. He threw me for a loop, calling my bluff, and I either needed to stand ten toes down on what I said or eat my words.
Kareem’s hand pressed into the table, and he leaned down so his face was only inches from my own. “How ’bout you give me dessert, and then I’ll order room service for you?”
I could have sat there and argued that his offer was ass-backward, but the truth was that I didn’t want to. I needed to let off some steam, and he was willing to help me out with that. Why on earth would I turn that down?
Slowly, I stood to my feet. His eyes followed mine until our lips were just inches apart. Without thinking about it, I leaned in and kissed him. It felt like time had stopped. Our lips moved slowly, learning each other without rushing. Our tongues greeted each other with intention. I’d never felt anything like it before. It was like our mouths were made for each other. He knew just how to kiss me, and judging by the way his hand found the back of my neck and pulled me closer, he felt like I knew just how to kiss him too.
When we pulled away, there was a mutual understanding that passed between us. We didn’t know each other from a can of paint, but we were about to fuck the absolute shit out of each other.
My pussy flooded as he grabbed my hand and led me out of the restaurant and toward the front entrance of the resort. The warm air hit my face as we walked down a path. My mind was fully focused on the mission at hand, and surprisingly, I didn’t even feel nervous.Curious.That was the word for how I felt.
The villas came into view, and I gasped. “This is beautiful.”
“Yeah, this shit is pretty cool. I can’t lie,” he replied as we stepped onto a wooden dock and walked over the sparking ocean. I felt his hand grip mine tighter as we walked over the water. He let it go as soon as we stepped inside his villa.
“Well, damn. Maybe I need to go make a scene at the front desk so I can get hooked up with one of these.” I walked around the villa and took it in like the nosy ass person I was.
“I can handle that for you if you want,” he said with delight dancing in his tone.
I could tell his ass enjoyed being a menace.
“I’m good.” I giggled as my eyes landed on his bed, and then my gaze averted to him.
Kareem licked his lips and walked over to me. He grabbed me by my waist and pulled me into him. “You told me you have somethin’ good for me to taste. Where that’s at?”
My breathing deepened. I was a big girl, and I knew how to do big girl things, but Kareem had me feeling a little out of sorts. I’d never in my life had a fling or a one-night stand, but his fine ass had me acting different.
Before I could respond, my phone vibrated in the small clutch I carried. The unmistakable sound broke the trance he had me in. I tossed my clutch toward the bed, but Kareem caught it before it could land. With wide eyes, I watched as he took my phone out of my clutch, glanced at the screen, snorted, and then answered it.
“She’s busy.” He jabbed his finger at the red button to end the call just as I saw AJ’s name disappear.
Mortified, I watched as he tossed my phone and my clutch on the bed before he removed the light blue linen button-up he wore.
“Kareem! That was my brother,” I exclaimed.
Kareem shrugged as if he saw nothing wrong with what he just did. “He’ll be aight. You wit’ me right now. Ain’t no other nigga ’posed to be callin’ you, not even ya daddy. I’m daddy for the night. You understand?”
My mouth clamped shut. His words turned me on something serious, but I knew my big brother was about to curse me out and probably send a search party out for me if I didn’t get back to him as soon as possible. I nodded wordlessly, and he smirked. “Good girl.”
My panties were completely ruined at this point. Kareem tugged at the string on my asymmetrical purple skirt. I undid the tie that held the fabric up and allowed it to fall to the floor. His eyes swept down my body while I stepped out of my sandals. Allthat was left was the purple crop top with spaghetti straps and my black thong underwear.
“Damn, Mermaid,” he muttered.
Boldy, I pulled my crop top off and let it fall to the floor. My perky breasts sat at attention, and my nipples pointed right at him. Lastly, I slipped my thong down and stepped to the side. I was naked as the day I was born and felt more confident as the seconds passed.
My hips tapered out into short, thick legs, and my pretty feet had my signature French tip on my toes.
