Shit. More awkward same-time comments.
I gripped his wrist. “Come in.” Unlocking my door, I stepped inside and turned on the light. Scanning the room, I was pleasantly surprised Bliss had removed all signs of her and Naija from the living room before she’d left to spend the night at my parents’ house. Instead of baby powder, I smelled jasmine and vanilla. I set my purse on a table. “Can I get you anything to drink? Cognac, vodka, tequila, beer…?”
“Cognac is fine.”
Lennox wandered around the living room, checking out the art on my walls. He’d shared his love of art with me on our first date and his attention was immediately drawn to the Aria Jackson painting on my wall.
After I poured two drinks, I walked over to him. “Stunning, isn’t it?” I handed him a glass.
With his attention still on the art, he murmured, “Beautiful.”
Staring at him, I thought about how beautifulhewas—his face, his smile, his body, his spirit.Shit. What the hell was wrong with me? Waxing poetic over this guy, and I hadn’t even seen his dick? I felt the back of my neck.No fever. I gulped the entire glass of Hennessy and almost tumbled back on the couch. Embarrassed, I pretended to fix the pillows on the sofa.
Lennox gave me a sidelong glance. “You okay?”
Clearing my throat, I nodded. “I’m good.”
Finally, he turned his intense gaze on me. And I melted. At this point, it was embarrassing how much I wanted him, how much I wanted to drench myself in him. The sound of the refrigerator, the faint scent of my favorite candle, the artwork in front of me seemed to fade away. All I could see or hear or smell was him.
I glanced at my empty glass and figured a little more cognac was in order. Turning, I started toward the kitchen, but his hand on my wrist stopped me. And I waited—waited for him to do something, to say anything, to touch everywhere.
I dropped my head and stared at the edge of the area rug, at the imperfection I’d caught when I’d brought it home months ago. I wasn’t a novice. I knew how to get fucked. But, for some reason, I always fumbled with Lennox.
“You’re trembling,” he whispered, taking my glass from me and setting it down on an end table.
“I can’t stop,” I breathed.
He stepped into me. I felt his breath against my ear and the hard ridge of his erection. “You have a decision to make tonight, Blake.”
I bit down on my bottom lip as my heart pounded in my chest and my nerve endings sparked to life.Damn.The way he said my name… Closing my eyes, I took a few cleansing breaths.
“This connection,” he continued, “is deep, unexpected. But very real.”
Swallowing, I nodded. “True.”
He grabbed my hips, holding me against him. Nipping the lobe of my ear, he murmured, “We could have another drink, talk about anything you want for an hour. Then, I can go home.”
“Or?” I asked.
“Or I could…”
“Eat?” I felt the tremble of his laughter against my back, prompting me to chuckle too. I turned in his arms. Shrugging, I said, “What? You said that earlier, and I thought it was appropriate now.”
Tipping my head up, he searched my eyes. “If that’s what you want.”
I kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth until he groaned. His hand closed around my hair as he took control of the kiss—licking and biting and stroking. I couldn’t get enough, not when he lifted me into his arms, not when he carried me over to the counter, and not when he perched me on the edge. And certainly not when he dropped to his knees, peeled off my pants, ripped off my panties, and buried his face in my—
“Oh, shit.” Yes, I said that out loud. No, I didn’t care. Because his tongue, his mouth, his lips devoured me like I was his first and last meal. I held his head there, not willing to let him go, and let him have his fill. Sensations overloaded and overwhelmed me, and my legs started to shake. A delicious orgasm snuck up on me, crashing into me so hard I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t feel anything but him.
Unable to hold myself up, I fell back against the counter, weak and drained. His lips were still on me, though—on my legs, on my inner thighs, on my clit. I came again on a tortured sigh, trembling as pleasure rolled through me one more time. He pulled me upright and kissed me. His mouth was hot against mine, his tongue demanding. But I liked it. Hell, Ilovedit.
Picking me up again, he tossed me over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry and walked through my house, down the hallway, stopping at each room before he stepped into my bedroom.
My back hit the mattress seconds later. He pulled my shirt off and tossed it behind him. Stepping back, he stared at me, his heated gaze raking over every inch of my body.
I sat up, beckoned him with my forefinger. “You are so much trouble, Professor Cole.”
He hit me with that smirk again. “Good or bad?”
