Johnny didn’t say a word. He got out of the car, and I watched as he came around to open my door for me. I noticed that Lamar had already disappeared into the house, heading off to his suite. Johnny gave me his hand and when I took it, he drew me out of the car—and out of the garage into the night. I went where he led, up the path that disappeared into the dark between the two houses.
In the shadows, he suddenly pulled me up against him, falling back against the wall of the house and kissing me. Fire erupted in my belly as I sank against him. God, this man’s kisses… He kissed me possessively, like he had every right to… his hands on my face and digging in my hair, holding me close, like there was nothing else in the world but this kiss.
When it ended, a strange ache throbbed in my chest.
Johnny shifted to dig something out of his back pocket. A slim cigarette case, from which he extracted a nicely rolled joint. His eyes never left mine as he lit up, and that flash of fire on his face in the dark… I wondered if he was remembering that night, when I found him in the shadows, smoking, and he kissed me.
He took the joint from between his lips and offered it to me, his eyes dropping to my mouth as I took a tiny puff.
Then he smoked, studying my face. He offered it to me again, but I shook my head,no thanks.
“I thought you smoked,” he said. Because of course he’d probably seen me smoking up with Shayla by his pool plenty of times over the years.
“Yeah. Chilling with friends, it’s okay. It’s different when I’m—” I almost said,when I’m on a date. “With a man.”
“How so?”
“Uh, hard to explain.”
He took another drag and blew the sweet, musky smoke in the air between us. I liked the smell of it and breathed it in with the fresh night air. I also liked the idea that maybe it was making him relax. Johnny didn’t really do relaxed, as far as I’d ever witnessed. He did cool. He projected laid back and careless, but he was anything but. The man always seemed so tightly locked down. On guard.
For what, I had no idea. He had security up the ass. His property was locked down tight, between Lamar, the security gate, the high fence, the cameras, and who knew what else.
“Does it make you relax?” I decided to ask him.
“It’ll make me last. So I can fuck you longer.”
“Oh.” Well, shit. I was thinking something along those lines about myself, but not in a good way.Maybe it isn’t so hard to explain.“I don’t mind pot, but honestly it makes me spacey, hard to focus. And… it makes it really hard to come.”
I swore I saw flames leap to life in the depths of his eyes. Challenge accepted?
I shivered deliciously as he pulled me tight against him and I slid my arms up around his neck.
“Is that what it’s like for you?” I asked him.
“No. Nothing could keep me from coming with you.”
I laughed. “Uh, you kept yourself from coming when we were in the bathroom at the party.”
“Temporarily.”
“Why?”
“Because your pleasure is more important.”
Heat seeped through me at his words, and I could feel my panties getting soaked. Because my body knew exactly what was coming.
Pleasure.
Mine and his. Though he was taking his damn time getting to it.
“Says who?” I challenged.
“I just did.” He smoked as I waited for his next move, slow pulls that burned the joint down to a stub between his fingers. He had control of the both of us right now—of the entire situation, as I leaned on him waiting for him to touch me—and maybe he knew it. But I’d instigated that blowjob in the car, and he’d held himself back from fucking me in that bathroom. I wanted him to take control of whatever was about to happen.
Waiting for it was both maddening and maddeningly arousing.
“Also,” he said, “I wanted to fuck you much longer than you’d probably want me to in that bathroom. And you might’ve had trouble walking out of there without everyone knowing how long I fucked you.”
