“You almost knocked me on the floor.”
I rushed back to the bed, kissed her, and apologized. “My bad.”
I barely heard her response as I rushed downstairs to the main floor. We were at my house for the weekend. “Court, what the fuck demon time you on?”
“Whaaat?” She giggled.
“Ya li’l ass playing too much. Don’t test my chest. You ’bout to get all dem niggas fucked up in that chat, and I barely know ’em. Me and my girl only been together for four months, and you already about to cause dissension in the family.”
She sucked her teeth. “You get on my nerves. I’m grown. Anyway, let me get off this phone. It’s ya bigheaded brother calling on the other line.”
“Yeah, whatever. Keep thinking I’m playing if you want to. Baby ’bout to be an only child, and me and CJ gonna be missing a sister.”
“Boy, bye,” she replied, giggling and clicking off the call.
I headed back upstairs and silenced my phone for the night. I didn’t want to talk to anyone else about anything else, vacation plans or not. All I wanted was to be under my baby.
“Are you good?” she asked when I hopped back into the bed with her.
“Yeah, my bad, babe. I had to straighten some shit out real quick. I’m back. Where were we?” I asked, pulling her into my arms.
“I was watching my movie, and you were working.”
“I’m done with that. This is the only thing that matters,” I muttered against her temple as I pressed a kiss there.
She giggled. “I wasn’t so sure. You almost tossed me off the bed.”
“Never that, girl.”
“Seriously, you did.”
I slipped my hand underneath the top of her matching pajama short set. I kissed her lips as my fingers rubbed her nipple. “I love this, and I could get used to this always.”
I popped her nipple in my mouth and sucked around it.
“Mm.” She moaned and slid down under the covers.
“Definitely love this,” I whispered, rising to kiss her lips.
“What’s that?” she asked when I pulled back.
“Holding you at night when we go to bed, waking up with you in my arms,you in my kitchen looking in the refrigerator, your naked ass in my shower, your beautiful self in my living room, you in my home. Just the idea of you around all the time,” I muttered, kissing her neck and biting it as my hand slid underneath her pajama top again.
Baby giggled.
“I’m serious.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
I hovered over her and stared into the depths of the radiant browns of her beautiful cognac-colored eyes. She moaned when I covered her lips with mine and sucked on them. I bit her bottom lip, forcing her to open her mouth to me so that I could sample her tongue.
When I finally pulled back, I explained my statement. “I’m ready to take things to the next level, and by that, I mean that I want to have you here all the time; I want you to move in.”
A nigga’s heart damn near stopped beating when her mouth parted, and she looked like she didn’t know what to say. Her eyes shifted side to side, and I tried to mentally prepare myself to take her rejection smoothly.
“Dulzura, I know it hasn’t been that long, but I know that you belong in my life. Keep your home as rental property, and then if you’re not feeling it, which I pray that doesn’t happen, you can always go back. You need to know, though, that I’ll work my ass off to make sure that you don’t want to.”
Baby laughed. “I wasn’t thinking about that. I was calculating the moving logistics and expenses, as well as the commute.”
