Page 178 of The Sweetest Return

“Imani.”

Her voice trembled, but her eyes stayed right on mine. “My pussy says it tastes real good, Dre.”

“Fuck.”

She took the head, lifted off, then sank down a little farther.

My hands closed around her thighs.

“Quit playing.”

Her mouth curved. “You don’t sound convincing.”

“Mani.”

She sank onto me.

My breath left hard as her body opened around mine.

Her forehead touched mine, and for a few seconds neither of us moved. I felt every pulse of her pussy around me, every breath warming my mouth, every inch of the woman who had once felt so familiar I thought there could never be a world without her.

Then she rolled her hips.

I held her and let her set the rhythm.

She rode me slowly at first, my shirt moving over her body while her mouth opened on every deeper stroke. When I started meeting her from beneath, those soft sounds got louder.

I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She didn't look away either.

The house, the game, the city beyond the glass, every night I had filled with work because I didn't know what else to do with the silence, all of it disappeared beneath Imani breathing my name against my mouth.

I held her tighter.

And for once, the quiet had something good in it.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

At 7:02 Friday night, I was outside Imani’s condo in the black Hellcat.

The same car had waited outside Mason’s after games, outside her dorm when she swore she was only coming down for five minutes, and outside my apartment the night I asked her to be mine like a young fool who believed wanting forever meant we automatically knew how to protect it.

I had kept the car longer than sense required.

Some things a man simply didn't sell because he grew up.

When Imani stepped outside, every thought I had went quiet.

Her dress was black, knit, off the shoulder, and fitted close enough to prove God loved detail. Plum thigh-high boots hugged her legs, and the matching YSL bag in her hand made the whole thing look like temptation had received a luxury budget.

Diamonds flashed at her ears, throat, and wrist.

She stopped when she saw the car.

“Andre.”

I leaned against the passenger door. “What?”