Amaris #2
Every thought and emotion running through me disappeared immediately from the sight of Royal.
He stepped in smelling as good as he looked.
His dark chocolate skin was sin itself. He had on a tailored three-piece suit that hugged his broad shoulders and tall, muscular build to perfection.
Underneath the charcoal suit jacket was a navy-blue shirt.
His diamond watch flashed subtly near his wrist as my eyes traveled to the yellow bouquet of roses in his hand.
Damn… he looked edible.
But looking edible didn’t take away from the blank controlled expression covering his handsome face. Behind his eyes as I looked deeply into them, I saw sadness. I could feel it radiating off him heavily. My chest tightened, and I felt this overwhelming need to hop up in hug him.
“Damn Breasturant… those words of endearment about me made a nigga feel good about bringing yo spoiled ass some flowers and taking you out on our first date.” Royal’s deep baritone voice instantly caressed me, causing goosebumps to rise up against my arms.
One corner of his mouth lifted slightly. He offered the smallest smirk ever, but it was enough to completely fold my heart in half. Despite the smirk and his calm deep voice, he looked tired like he had a lot of restless nights since I left.
Without thinking twice, feeling completely detached from myself, I stood and crossed the room as if my father and ex weren’t standing in the same room.
The second my arms wrapped around him, Royal stiffened briefly like he didn’t expect it at all.
I inhaled him deeply and pulled him tighter then felt his arms close around me afterward.
He pulled me so close, I felt every hard ridge of his chest pressed against my breasts.
The strong feel of his arms wrapped tightly around my thick body as he leaned down and sniffed the crook of my neck like a dog happy to see its owner had tickled the hell out of me.
“I missed the fuck out of you, Breasturant… A nigga need to feel something,” he whispered in my ear.
His tongue then darted across the side of my neck along with his nose pressing deeper into my skin. His breath warmed my skin as I closed my eyes, accepting him. Something told me that Royal needed this hug more than I did so I didn’t let go.
“I need to feel something too, Ro Ro.” I smirked eyes still closed.
He chuckled deeply, voice tickling my ears while heating up the rest of my body. Images of him tossing everything off my desk and laying me across it while flickering his thick long tongue against my clit made me shudder in his arms.
“Y’all might as well leave me to it,” Roy said after pulling his lips and nose from the crook of my neck.
“I think you and I need to have a talk concerning my daughter,” my father’s disgruntled voice cut through the daze Royal put me in.
He pulled away slightly, and I loved that he was taller than my five-foot nine height.
His head still loomed high above mine as he looked my father right in the eyes.
I turned slightly to see the look on my father’s face.
He looked pissed off; and in the moment I didn’t give a damn about how he felt.
“Unless I’m asking for her hand in marriage, which we are far from right now, I don’t need to talk to you ’bout shit. If Amaris wants to pillow talk with you once she comes home, I’m good with that too… Here,” Royal said, moving one hand from off me.
He held out my bouquet of flowers to Derrick.
“Hand them to her dad, you can place those in a vase for her until she gets home,” Royal said smoothly.
I looked up at Royal and caught him winking at my father.
I pulled back slowly from Royal’s chest, automatically missing the feeling of being pressed against him…
Which was dangerously insane. Yes, I missed the hell out of him, but I barely knew him besides me staying at his house longer than I was welcomed.
We had amazing sex, and I wasn’t so sure if that was the reason I still felt connected to him in a way that I couldn’t even explain to myself.
Being in his arms made me forget that we had an audience. No matter how upset I was with my father, I still wanted to respect him, especially in the presence of others.
Derrick cleared his throat awkwardly in front of us.
I rolled my eyes at him and looked at my father.
His eyes dropped down to Royal’s arm wrapped around my waist while his hand gripped a handful of my lower gut possessively, like he had no intention of letting me go.
I liked it… no, I loved it! My father’s face hardened, the tension in the room grew thick.
Derrick broke through the tension as he stepped forward, obviously trying too hard to recover whatever dignity he felt slipping away.
“Derrick,” he introduced coolly, sticking his hand out toward Royal but still keeping a safe distance. “Amaris’s ex.”
That last part was very unnecessary; my eyes flickered back to my father…sure enough, his messy ass was now smirking.
Royal looked at Derrick’s hand unimpressed. His cognac eyes dragged lazily from Derrick’s face down to his outstretched hand before he stuffed his free hand calmly into the pocket of his slacks instead of shaking it.
“I ain’t no meet and greet type of nigga,” Royal said evenly without breaking eye contact with Derrick.
His grip tightened on my stomach, shocking my pussy alive.
His disrespect almost made me choke while his possessive hold instantly had me as wet as I’d ever been.
My entire body betrayed me. I was ready to lose my composure and kick everybody out just so Royal could handle what he unknowingly started.
The man wasn’t even looking at me and I was ready to climb him. What made matters worse was my father rendered speechless and Derrick still standing in front of us like he was debating getting smart or taking the insult to the chin.
Royal sensed Derrick’s hesitation and laughed lowly. He finally looked down at me and I still couldn’t miss the heaviness sitting behind his eyes despite the arrogance in his posture.
“You ready to go… or do you need me to wait for you to finish work?” He asked.
I nodded my head with no hesitation before Royal leaned down and whispered in my ear.
“I’m new at this shit but I had some fun breaking in Maniac’s house to get all your sizes correct. You can shower and dress in the shit I bought you before we go out.” He pecked my ear once he was done talking.
I shut my eyes and welcomed the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach.
I had to admit to myself that I never had a man make me feel the things that Royal made me feel in this moment.
He could have fooled me saying he was new to this, because this was the definition of trying to romance a woman right out of her panties permanently.
He scored big with his entire pop-up appearance.
Him admitting to breaking into my father’s house just to get my clothes size right was top tier crazy but sexy to me.
His hand left my stomach as he gave Derrick one last glance.
He nodded his head at my father before guiding me toward the office door.
I looked back at my father and felt my cheeks warm. I saw the stubborn look of acceptance shining bright in his eyes from the way Royal walked up in here handling thangs!
Soon as we stepped outside, I turned to Royal before I could overthink just being in the moment with him.
I grabbed the front of his suit jacket, pulled him down toward me, and slid my tongue past his full lips.
His scent was so addicting; it was a mysterious and warm inviting smell that made me just want to snuggle up against him all damn day.
I shocked my own damn self the moment my hand slid around the back of his neck to deepen the kiss. I kissed Royal like I had something to prove to the both of us. In the moment, I wanted to crawl inside this man’s mouth and steal every ounce of control he walked around with.
He was alpha down to the marrow. I could feel it in the heavy way his eyes watched me, the way his strong hands gripped the bottom of my ass cheeks.
That empowered something possessive to rise inside of me.
My fingers tightened against the side of his face as my breasts pressed against his chest. My tongue smoothly tangled with his then lapped in circles, making it hard for him to take over the kiss, even if he wanted to.
We held on to each other to stay grounded in place. Heat spiraled wildly inside of me. My moans slipped right into his mouth as one of my free hands glided down the front of his dress pants until I was cupping and squeezing the thick bulge that begged to break free.
My lips parted against his as I stole every breath he tried to take and made it mine.
“Nah.” He pulled away slightly. “You gotta stop before I fuck you out here,” he warned.
I released a shaky breath before pulling back just enough to stare into his dark, heavy eyes.
This was pure human attraction. Tiny psychological warfare wrapped in tongue and eye contact…
The dangerous part about it was that I wanted more and more.
I was totally out of character, and I knew it one hundred percent.
“Thank you, Ro Ro.” I blushed, looking away from him.
I was never the type to feel this soft and vulnerable for a man. This mushy feeling was completely new. I also never had a man go out his way like Royal had today to make me feel special.
“Why you thanking me?” He asked, pulling me back up against him by the front of my pants.
I swallowed down my overwhelming rising emotions and looked him deep in the eyes, unblinking.
My chest felt tight as hell. Spike’s Lounge was right behind us, and I found myself struggling with words.
My fingers twisted together nervously before I laughed under my breath lowly, a little embarrassed.