Chapter Seven #2
“I’ve been thinking about kissing you since I laid eyes on you.
” He leans over and licks the droplet away.
My giggle turns into a gasp when he shifts to press a lingering, open-mouthed kiss to the spot on my neck right below my ear.
His stubble scrapes my cheek and jaw and sends a rush of gooseflesh down my spine.
My head lolls back and his hot, soft tongue strokes a sensual path over my pulse point. “Oh yes.” I grasp my seat to keep myself from falling out of it. The sensation is incredible.
“We should go. Right now, before we give the dining room a show.” He lets go of my hand, fishes a money clip out of his pocket, and throws a spray of hundred-dollar bills on the table. “Come on.”
“Yes.” I put my hand in his outstretched one and let him lead me out of the restaurant. We walk through the lobby like we have every right to hold hands and somewhere in my mind I’m aware of how reckless I’m being. But at the forefront of it, I don't care.
What has playing by the rules got me?
We get on the lifts with a crowd of people. He puts himself between me and the crowd and presses his hard body into mine.
I look up into his face and find his eyes trained on my lips. “I want to kiss you right now.”
“We’re in public.” I tip my chin in the direction of the other occupants.
His eyes never leave my face. “I don’t see anyone but us.”
My pulse kicks into high gear at the gravel in his voice.
So, this is chemistry. I smile at him. “I want you to kiss me, too,” I admit on a whisper.
He moves so fast, cupping my head in one hand and grasping my hip with the other, that I laugh in delighted surprise. My laugh turns into a soft inhale when his lips touch mine in a soft series of sweeps. My eyes drift closed and I savor the feel of him, the smell of him.
It’s spicy, warm, sexy.
He licks the inside of my parted lower lip and pulls away.
I groan in protest and open my eyes to find him gazing down at me. “Damn. My father always said Ghanaian women were the sweetest. He was right.”
I grin at him like a fool. “Wait till you taste the rest of me,” I mutter.
He growls and places his hand on the wall next to my head. “That’s what I’m talking about. I’m going to make you—”
A cleared throat brings me crashing back down to earth and we both turn to face our captive audience.
Everyone is facing front and my face flames in the judgmental silence that fills the car until we get to our floor.
I should be ashamed. My mother would excommunicate me from the family if she knew I was practically fornicating in public. But I’m not ashamed, and my mother isn’t here. I just wish everyone was gone.
“Oh my God.” I let out the laugh I'd been holding as soon as the doors close behind us. “They’ll never forget us, that’s for sure. I hope you’re not planning on running for office one day,” I say through my giggles.
It’s been a very long time since I’ve felt anything like this.
I’m not sure I’ve ever felt it before. That kiss was so brief.
But intimate and intense enough that I’m glad we only have tonight.
I want to be present and vulnerable and make the most of this because, in all my thirty-eight years, I've never had a night like this and if this is my one chance to taste glory, then I’m going for broke.
I deserve this and my body is primed. We walk in silence, hand in hand to his suite. I have a flutter of apprehension when he presses the keycard to the door handle, but my feet move me forward and my nerves don’t have anything on my excitement.
He opens the door to a suite with wall-to-wall windows that face the Tidal Basin. “Wow this amazing. We can see the cherry blossoms from here.”
“It’s why I stayed here. I love this view.” He stands in front of the windows and I admire the way his slacks hug his ass.
“I like this view, too.” I kick off my shoes and walk over to stand behind him. He turns to face me. His eyes are molten brown and restless.
“So, you’ve never kissed a girl from Ghana before?” I ask putting my hands on his waist.
He leans forward, kisses my cheek.
“You’re my first,” he whispers and his breath caresses my cheek.
He dips his head to kiss me again, but I pull away, coyly, like it’s a game and not an act of self-preservation. “What about the rest of me?” I ask.
His gaze lingers on my lips, and he looks like he’s about to argue but then, he smiles and nods. “You’re right. I’ve got to prove you wrong.”
I snicker and push down the stab of disappointment at how quickly he acquiesced. “Or let me down,” I quip. “It’s a good thing I remembered to put my vibrator on the charger. I have a feeling you’re going to leave me especially frustrated, just like a colonizer.”
“You talk so much shit.” He steps into me and I take a step back just before he can step on my foot.
“Hey, are you trying to trample me?” I complain.
He grins like a pirate. “Only if you want me to.”
My back meets the cool glass of the window and it feels amazing against my heated skin. “All I want is an orgasm.”
He presses his body against mine. He’s so hard and warm and, god, I could climb him like a wall.
“Take your panties off,” he whispers in my ear.
“They won’t be in your way.”
“Nothing will.” He drops to his knees, fists the hem of my dress, and lifts it up. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
My body flushes at the satisfaction in his voice. “Tell that to my stretch marks,” I say.
He presses his lips to the side of my ass. “You’re perfect.” He nibbles my skin. “Delicious.”
I giggle and have to bite my tongue to stop from telling him that he’s perfect, too.
“Do you want my mouth or my hand?” He lifts one leg and slings it over his shoulder and opens me up.
“Both?” I sigh and close my eyes. I’m almost dying from the anticipation.
“I like how greedy you are.” He teases the inside of my thigh with his tongue and I writhe my hips. “Look how wet and fat your pussy is.” He leans in and licks me through the scrap of fabric covering me.
He pulls the tiny bit of lace to the side and blows on me. I moan from the need throbbing so wildly I’m afraid I’m going to burst. “Hurry,” I pant.
He glides one finger into me, strokes me slowly. “I wish you could watch my finger disappear inside of you. I wish you could feel how tight and soft you are.”
He palms my clit and he adds two more fingers inside me. “How does that feel?” he croons.
“Amazing,” I pant and place a hand on his shoulder for leverage.
“I’ve got you, Sin.” He cups my ass and lifts my other leg over his shoulder, presses me against the window and presses his face between my legs.
The first touch of his tongue makes my body buck. “Jesus.” I press a hand to the glass desperate for purchase.
He covers my clit with his mouth and sucks it softly while he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Oh my fuck…oh, yes.” I yell out my release with a shout and fall forward nearly draping myself in half over his shoulder.
He stands up and carries me like that into the bedroom. “I won’t even say I told you so.” He grins and puts me down on the edge of the bed.
“You can say it.”
“I’m not done proving you wrong.” He drops to his knees, spreads my legs and picks up where he left off.
His fingers fill me, his mouth covers me and a second orgasm starts building right away. I fall back, propping myself up on my elbows so I can see the top of his head.
“Oh God, I’m going to come again,” I croak, the room’s ceiling a blur as I try to ride his hand.
The room fills with the sound of his fingers and mouth fucking me. I’m lost. My body is under his control. I’m so wet my thighs are coated and his hand is soaked.
I come again and so hard that tears trickle down my face. I can’t muffle the sound that pours out of me, halfway between a roar and a hallelujah. My back arches off the bed and the pleasure is too much.
“No more.” I push at his head and he lifts his mouth from me.
“One more, nice and easy.”
He lifts his mouth from me and moves his fingers in and out of me while thumbing my clit, slowly.