I leaned against the doorframe, my eyes tracing the familiar lines of her body—her back, the spread of her hips that were a little fuller than I remembered. My dick bricked up, watching her move. I’d had sex in the two years we’d been apart, but my body was still reacting like it didn’t know anybody else. Shit was sad.
“You knew I was here,” I said.
I’d purposefully parked my car near hers so she’d have to pass it when she exited the parking garage.
“You’re not the only person with a black Wagoneer,” she replied icily as she stepped into the shower.
I watched her take a deep breath and let the water hit her face first. The shower was the one place she could put everything down for a minute and just be. I’d noticed it the first time I’d stayed the night at her place.
“You done messing with CJ?”
I couldn’t see her face, but I knew she rolled her eyes.
“Is that why you came?” she asked, reaching for the body wash. “To ask me who I’ve been fucking on? Whole time you been boo’d up with my handler.”
“I didn’t know she was your handler, Nai.”
“We both found ways to get our needs met.”
I dragged a hand down my face. “So, you had to fuck the one nigga that you knew would piss me off?”
“No one told you to be a stalker,” she shot back. “Shouldn’t have gone digging if you didn’t want to find shit. “Why are you really here, Fontaine?”
Why was I here?
To see her? I didn’t even know anymore. Maybe I wanted to prove to both of us that whatever we’d had was harder to bury than we thought. She’d made it clear in Miami she’d never be able to give herself to me the way I wanted. But I remembered the flicker of hurt that flashed across her face when she saw me with Parker. And the hesitation in her voice when I asked to come up the other night.
“I don’t know, yo,” I admitted, pushing off the doorframe. Frustration clawed at my chest. “You right. I should’ve left this alone. This shit is dumb.”
“So go.”
There was that wall again. Her first line of defense.
It was easy for her to dismiss me when I was outside, seven floors below. But now I was here. In her space.
I stripped wordlessly and pushed the shower door open. I stepped in behind her, chest to her back. When she didn’t move away, I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her into me.
“Kitten…” I murmured, her nickname slipping out before I could stop it.
She exhaled slowly, like she’d been holding that breath since the moment she saw me sitting at her island.
I kissed her shoulder, slowly dragging my lips across the back of her neck until I felt her shiver.
“You really want me to leave?” I whispered, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples.
Her head fell back against my shoulder and the soft gasp that she let out went straight to my dick.
I trailed one hand down between her thighs and groaned when I felt how wet she was.
“Fuck,” she hissed, rocking back against me.
I turned her around and looked down at her body. “This ass got thicker,” I said, gripping both cheeks. “I like that shit.”
“Shut the fuck up,” she breathed through hooded eyes.
That made me smirk. I lifted her and pressed her back against the tile. She locked her legs around me.
“Look at me,” I said, dragging the head of my dick through her slick folds.
