Chapter 7 #2
Reginald Winston was a man who was the ultimate ‘Girl Dad’. He’d always been supportive of her, and she always knew she could turn to her father for anything. It didn’t matter how old she got, she was still his baby girl.
Vic straightened and headed toward the door. His gaze landed on her. She backed away so he could leave the room. She felt shy now that it was just the two of them.
“I…uh…didn’t see my bag in the guest room,” she said.
He came close to her while he pulled Kian’s door shut.
“You thought you’d be in the guest room tonight?” He raised an eyebrow at her. He reached up and stroked her chin with his finger softly. “If we are going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”
He turned and strolled down the hallway while she remained frozen in place. Her knees shook, and she had to lock them together to keep from falling over.
That man.
She inhaled and followed him to his bedroom door. It had been years since she had entered this room. Back before they’d known they had conceived Kian. He paused in the doorway of his room and glanced at her.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” She cleared her throat and moved to join him. She tilted her head back and met his heated gaze. The sleepiness that had been in his eyes was gone.
“Second thoughts?”
Unable to respond, she shook her head. Her heart was beating too damn fast for her to catch her breath.
He took her hand and led her into his master bedroom.
It was a large suite with a small seating area with a couch and a plush chair when one first entered.
A television was mounted on the wall above an electric fireplace.
Memories of crossing these doors years ago came to the forefront.
She had always been impressed with his master suite.
The colors were neutral with a boldness to them with the dark woods.
They passed through a set of doors that separated the seating area from the sleeping section.
The decor remained the same there. His massive bed stood out like a beacon.
It was large enough to easily fit four adults.
It was decorated with a dark comforter and plenty of plush pillows.
It reminded her of something she’d seen in a home and garden magazine.
She inhaled sharply as she stared at it. On the edge sat her bag.
We are really going to do this.
“I need to brush my teeth,” she blurted out abruptly.
She released his hand and beelined it to her bag.
She unzipped it and brought out her toiletry bag and a few other things she would need to freshen up along with her cream silk nightgown.
She hadn’t gone with anything extremely sexy.
It was pretty and elegant with spaghetti straps and stopped just below her knees.
“You remember where the bathroom is?” He motioned toward the double doors that stood across from the bed. He strode over to his walk-in closet.
“Yeah.” She went into the en suite and closed the door behind her.
There was a large double vanity sink with marble countertops with oversized mirrors hanging over each sink.
The room gave off luxury hotel vibes with its hidden toilet room, a big clawfoot tub, and standalone shower.
Vic had great taste when it came to home decor.
She took the one sink that didn’t have any belongings around it. The other one had a few items she assumed were Vic’s. She set her things down as a weird feeling came over her. This had probably been claimed by Sydney when she’d lived here.
Well, she’s gone, and it’s just a sink, she told herself. She wasn’t going to sit here and worry about replacing a woman who’d decided she no longer wanted to be with Vic. Tachina knew she wasn’t a rebound for Vic. This was just an agreement that came with a wonderful benefit.
They were going to make a baby.
Again.
Shaking off those crazy thoughts of Sydney, she disappeared into the toilet room and answered nature’s call. She hurriedly changed out of her clothes and slipped on her nightgown, going back out to the vanity. She opened her toiletry bag and searched for her toothbrush but didn’t see it.
“Crap,” she muttered. How had she forgotten her toothbrush? Where could it be? She sighed, suddenly remembering the last trip she’d taken. She had tossed out her travel toothbrush when she’d returned home with the promise to purchase a new one.
“What’s wrong?” Vic entered the room. He sidled up to her and stood at the other sink.
“I don’t have a toothbrush. I was going to buy a new one for my travel bag and must have forgot.”
He pulled open a drawer on the vanity, took out a sealed toothbrush, and held it up.
“Want this one?”
“I don’t want to take your extra one—”
“Tachina, it’s a toothbrush. Believe me, I have plenty.” He pushed it across the counter toward her.
She snagged it before it could hit the floor.
“Thanks.” She turned back to her bag and sought out her toothpaste.
Dammit. She was out of that, too! An inventory was going to be needed of all of her toiletries when she went home.
She glanced over at Vic who was currently brushing his teeth.
She leaned against the counter and sighed.
“Any chance you’ve got an extra toothpaste? ”
He chuckled and reached for his that sat near his sink and slid it over to her. She smiled and grabbed it. She began brushing her teeth and realized that the awkwardness she thought would happen—hadn’t.
This felt…normal.
Just two people getting ready for bed.
To do the nasty.
In order to procreate! Nothing else, she reminded herself quickly.
There was no need to read into anything else.
She certainly didn’t need to be aware of how good Vic looked with his bare chest out, how well defined his chest was or the six-pack he sported, or how low his pajama pants rode on his hips.
She tore her eyes upward and met his gaze.
Shit.
She was busted checking him out. His eyes crinkled in the corners as he chuckled.
She turned back to her sink and finished brushing her teeth.
Once she was done, she reached for her scarf and hairbrush.
She slowly brushed her hair to wrap it around her head so she could tie it up with her scarf.
She felt eyes on her and peeked over at Vic who quietly watched her.
“Why do you do that again?”
She smiled, remembering he’d asked her that all those years ago. He’d been curious about it before.
“It’s to protect my hair while I sleep,” she replied. She reached for her scarf and wrapped it around her head then tied in it place. A small smile lingered on her lips; she felt him continue to observe her when he leaned back against the vanity.
“Protect it from what? How hard do you sleep, woman?”
“I sleep just fine, but I don’t want it getting snatched on anything. It’s a Black woman thing. You, sir, don’t have to worry about your hair care.” She pointed at his thick dark hair.
He combed his fingers through the strands. That damn sexy grin of his had her heart beating double-time. He reached out and snagged her hand and brought her in front of him. He spread his legs wide so she could stand between them.
“Do I need to start sleeping in a scarf? At my age, I don’t want my hair falling out.”
“Last I checked, your father still has all of his hair.” She couldn’t help but reach up and push the longer lengths of his hair back away from his face. He was forty-two and had a few speckles of gray. She tilted her head to the side and smirked. “Maybe we can get you a bonnet.”
“What the hell is that?”
“It looks like a shower cap, but on the inside it has a silky material meant to protect your hair.” The first little giggle escaped her, then with the image of him wearing a bonnet coming to mind, she fell into a full fit of them.
His smile widened at her. His hand came to rest on her waist. Her laughter died down, and both of their smiles disappeared. His eyes darkened as he took in her nightgown.
“Did you wear this specifically for me?” His voice dropped low.
It was warm and rolled over her, sending a slight shiver down her spine. She bit her lip and shrugged.
“This thing?” She tried to play it off. She had thought of him when she had picked it out. It wasn’t what she would call sexy lingerie, but it did make her feel beautiful. “It’s one of my favorites. Why?”
She held her breath waiting on his answer. The way his gaze roamed over her, he might as well have used his hands. Goosebumps appeared on her skin, and her core was slowly seeping her honey. In just a matter of seconds, her body was already responding to his.
“The color looks good on you. The material is soft, and it hugs you in all of the right places.” His hand went south to the small of her back which was left half bare thanks to the deep cut of the gown. “It covers you, yet I can still see everything.”
“Everything?” she echoed.
She couldn’t take her eyes off him as he drank her in.
The man’s eyes alone had the power to weaken her knees.
He lifted his hand and brought it to her neck.
He gently drifted his fingertips down the column of her neck to stop just at the edge of her gown.
Her nipples beaded, giving away her aroused state.
Even though she’d been chilly before, her body was warmed up and close to being set ablaze.
“I can see the shadows of your areolae. Your nipples pushing at the material. They are begging for my touch or maybe my mouth,” he rasped.
His fingers trailed down to the center of her chest. He didn’t touch her breasts. She was close to begging him to. He brought in the other hand and rested both of them on her waist.
“These hips of yours, your ass, all are highlighted by this little nightgown. So I ask you again, did you wear this for me?”
He pushed off from the counter and stood to his full height. He was significantly taller than her, so she had to tip her head back to meet his heated gaze. In the depths of those blue orbs was a fire that she remembered.
“Yes,” she whispered honestly.
“And has anyone else seen you in this?” he demanded.
Her breath faltered because she knew the answer. It had been a while since her last sexual encounter. At least a year with her ex-boyfriend. This gown, she’d purchased after she and Ben had broken up.
“No.” Her voice was quiet as she basked in the feeling of his hands on her.
He brought his hand up to cup the back of her head. His head swooped down where he nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder.
“You still wear the same perfume,” he murmured against her skin.
She closed her eyes and had to pray her knees didn’t give out. She found herself leaning into him. He wrapped his other arm around her waist as if sensing she needed assistance remaining upright.
“I’ve never forgotten what you smelled like. Or what you taste like.”
If he hadn’t been holding her up, she surely would have crumpled to the floor.
“Vic.” Her voice was hoarse. Emotions swirled around inside that she had no explanation for. Her body trembled under his touch. What was this man doing to her?
“You’re remembering, aren’t you?” He nipped her skin gently. That move elicited a moan from her. His hand cupped her bottom. His large hand gripped her ass and squeezed. “How fucking good we were together.”
“Yes,” she hissed.
He lifted his head and stared down at her.
Tachina’s heart slammed into her chest at a rapid pace.
Her breaths were coming fast, and she could barely form a conscious thought.
Her core clenched at the hard bulge that nudged her stomach.
She remembered the first time they’d been together.
How much he’d stretched her out. Vic Maxwell was a man who’d been blessed by all the gods in the dick department.
She now ached in places only he could soothe tonight.
“Are you having any second doubts, Tachina?” he murmured.
When he moved, his dick pressed into her again. She bit back a moan, in desperate need to feel him inside her. She was two seconds from demanding he fuck her right then and there.
Unable to speak, she shook her head.
“Open your mouth and answer me, Tachina. Any second doubts before we go in there?” He jerked his head toward the door.
She swallowed hard. “No.”
There was no going back now. As much as she was wanting another baby, right now she wanted what he had to offer. It was more than just trying to procreate—a night with Vic was a life-changing event.