Chapter 12 #2
He widened his eyes, but he also nodded his head, so I wasn’t sure what he was gonna say.
“Damn. I appreciate the fact that you put it out there because it needs to be addressed.” He took a deep breath.
“I’m attracted to you too. You’re the first woman to make me feel .
. . shit, anything. Having you in my bed, holding you, taking care of you .
. all of that feels so right. But at the same time, I can’t pretend that it doesn’t also make me feel some kind of way about my situation.
My biggest concern is moving recklessly with you, E.
It’s gonna take me a minute to navigate all the thoughts, the feelings, and just everything.
I’mma need your patience and your grace. ”
I tried not to let the frustration his words caused consume me. Why couldn’t anything ever be easy? Seamless? But I had to admit that I’d taken the time to sit with my feelings. I’d taken the time to fully explore them. He deserved the same time. “Okay.”
He laughed. “You sure? Don’t say okay if it’s not okay, E. I don’t want you poutin’ and all in your feelings. I want you to enjoy this date.”
I tried not to let the smile bloom on my face. “This is a date?”
“This is a date.”
It made me smile to myself that he had planned a date for me, even while he was still exploring his own feelings.
We made small talk until the server brought out our food. At that point, all conversation ceased as we enjoyed the deliciousness of our selections.
“Where are we?” I practically squealed as Quentin brought his truck to a stop. I was happy just to be with him, but the fact that I was well-fed and that he’d called this a date had me smiling on the inside and the outside.
“It’s a pop-up light museum.”
“What’s a light museum?”
“It’s like a regular museum, except the exhibits are like mini light shows. When you walk into the spaces, light is used to create . . . art. I figured you would like something like this, because—”
“Ambient lighting soothes my nervous system.” I finished his thought for him. I had mentioned that to him once in passing as a throw-away fact when I moved into his place and put candles everywhere. I hadn’t expected him to store that information away, or to ever use it.
“It’s quiet. I didn’t think there would be too many people here. It just opened yesterday, and it closes next week. I thought it would be a cool place to bring you. A place where you wouldn’t be anxious or . . . on high alert.”
I looked up at him and grinned as I slipped my hand inside his. “Let’s see this light.”
We walked into the first room, and it was like being in an enchanted forest with trees everywhere and fairy lights dripping from each and every one of them. Every time you took a step, the ground underneath you lit up.
“Wow,” I exclaimed, feeling like Dorothy or somebody from The Wiz on the yellow brick road.
We walked from space to space experiencing each exhibit.
There was a room that made you feel like you were underwater with the sounds of the ocean pumped into the space, while digital images of big waves, sea creatures, and schools of fish seemed to float near and around you.
Light was used to make the ground look like the ocean, with waves lapping over your feet and up to your knees. It was crazy and cool at the same time.
There were eight rooms in the pop-up light museum.
Quentin and I took our time moving through them.
The longer we lingered, the more we leaned into each other and touched each other.
It was dark in the museum, and something about the darkness heightened the feeling of romanticism.
He stood behind me, taking in the light show while periodically kissing me on the neck.
I took his hands and brought them up to my breasts.
I wasn’t usually the brazen type, but there was something about the light, the night, the darkness, and Quentin that had me feeling like us coming together physically was inevitable.
“Be careful, lil mama. You playing a dangerous game.” He rolled my nipples between his fingers.
“Who’s playing, Q?”
He stood frozen for a minute. “E, don’t start—”
Before he could even get the rest of his sentence out, I pushed my ass into his groin. “I’ll take my panties off right here,” I said lowly.
He leaned in, and his breath was warm and sweet as it traveled over the shell of my ear. “I’ll take your panties off right here. Keep fucking with me.”
We kept moving through the museum, all pressed up on each other. Next thing I knew, I was being pulled toward a heavy black curtain that had a sign right beside it that read “staff only.”
“This is for the staff only,” I whispered to him, once we were behind the curtain.
“Oh, now you scared?”
“Ain’t nobody scared,” I told him. I wasn’t scared, per se.
I was with him. I couldn’t imagine being afraid while I was with Quentin.
It wasn’t pitch black, but it was dark. The area was lit by one seriously struggling light bulb overhead that seemed like it was mere minutes from going out.
“We’re trespassing, and I can barely see anything. ”
“What you need to see?” he questioned.
And he had a point, with his cocky ass. His hands found the top of my blouse and pulled it down. My breasts popped right out.
“I know exactly where everything I want to touch is,” he bragged. “I’m very familiar with your anatomy.”
And with that, my left breast went into his warm, wet mouth.
I didn’t even bother trying to hold back my moan.
It had been way too long since I’d been touched intimately by a man.
His hand found its way under my skirt. Moving the seat of my panties to the side, his fingers dipped inside me.
I started dripping at the contact and refused to be embarrassed about my arousal.
Instead, my hands went to his belt buckle.
He released my breast from his mouth. “I’m running this show, E. Put your hands down.”
I huffed out a frustrated sigh. “I’ve been imagining it for years. All I wanna do is feel the . . . girth. And the heft,” I whined.
He chuckled lightly. “You’ll get your turn, but right now, it’s mine.” His fingers found the swollen bundle of nerves between my legs and squeezed.
I hissed, sucking air between my teeth. He returned to his assault on my nipple, sucking and teasing it until it was so hard and so taut that it was almost painful.
He slid a finger inside of me, and then another.
I swore I could hear my own juiciness as he moved his fingers in and out of me.
I was so turned on that it didn’t take long before I felt the familiar sensation of an impending orgasm building in both my stomach and my vagina.
“Ooh,” I moaned right before waves of pleasure threatened to take me under. My knees went weak, and I creamed all over Quentin’s fingers.
“Good fucking girl,” he muttered, removing his hand from my panties and bringing it to his mouth. I watched as he savored the flavor of me on his fingers. He dipped each one slowly in and out of his mouth. “You taste good as hell.”
“Can we go home?” I practically panted.