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Candi hadn’t responded to his half-question, half-statement. Instead, she adjusted her eyes from the beauty of the scenery to the beauty of Jay’s chiseled side profile. Even from the side, he was fine as hell. The tattoos on his neck captivated your eyes before they adjusted to the ink that sat above his eyebrow. It was like God gave him the perfect skin color just for him to let someone needle graffiti all over it.
Feeling the car slow down, Candi noticed the brick building they were pulling up to. Jay tapped his key card at the gate to gain entrance.
“You would live in something like this,” Candi teased.
“Shit, you should see the real place I call home. This is just my city shit.”
She adjusted her body toward him with furrowed brows. “Um, you bringing me to your hoe condo?”
“Nah, this is my lover’s loft.” Jay was quick-witted.
“Whatever it is, I don’t think I like it. Why you ain’t take me to your real house, Jayshun? I ain’t worthy?” Her neck snaked with each word.
Jay backed into his designated parking spot before he answered her. “There she is. I was wondering when the real Candi was going to come out to play.”
Kissing her teeth, she turned her head.
His hand was back on her thigh. “My real house is in Alabama. I can take you if you want to go.”
“Tonight?” She cut her eyes at him.
His shoulders went up nonchalantly. “If that’s what you want.”
“No, the lover’s loft is fine, I guess. But who all you been loving in it?”
Instead of answering, he pushed his door open and rounded the car to open her door for her.
“Don’t be ignoring me, Jayshun.”
“Who don’t even matter, Magic. You here now.” His hand rested on the small of her back where her racerback tank started to rise just a little. The jeans she wore hugged her ass sensually. “How your ass shake in jeans?”
She blushed and laughed, loving every time he spoke. Candi didn’t care what came out of his mouth just that she was blessed to listen to his unique tone and twang.
They took the elevator up to the fifth floor, which seemed like the highest floor since there were no other numbers higher than five on the keypad. His long fingers intertwined with hers, creating more goosebumps. This time, they littered her spine. At twenty-four, a man had never held her hand. It was pitiful when she thought about it.
When the elevator sounded, he stepped off first, making sure to keep a firm grip on her hand, guiding her to his door. He typed in a code to open the door where she was met with a beautiful loft-like studio apartment. Large floor-to-ceiling windows allowed the night sky and city lights to illuminate the dark space. Light oak floors looked freshly waxed while a massive cream-colored rounded sectional sat facing the window. She didn’t see a TV but was sure he had at least one in his home. The kitchen had black cabinets with polished concrete countertops. Black industrial-style stainless steel appliances made the space look well above her tax bracket. Candi had been with many affluent men but none of their spaces seemed to scream money like Jay’s. There were barely any walls that didn’t have windows so she didn’t recognize any artwork on them.
Straight ahead and to the left, she saw his half-made king-sized bed with a huge, dark gray headboard. Jay’s home was stunning.
“This is nice as hell.” Candi slipped out of her flat sandals to tip-toe around his space. She touched things, hoping to soak in his energy. From the short time she’d been around him, the home fit him and what he seemed to stand for. Masculine and loving.
Removing his watch, he set it on the small table by the front door. “I appreciate that. Make yourself at home. You’re welcome to anything in here. Dead ass,” he emphasized, feeling like she would hold back when he wanted her to let her hair down and be free in his house.
Spinning around fast, she eyed him. “Help myself to anything?” Her big, alluring eyes seared into him. Candi walked over to him slowly, keeping those magical eyes he claimed she had on him. “I can have anything in here?”
Jay pinched his nose and licked his lips. “Anything,” he challenged.
Candi stood in front of him, chest heaving up and down as she challenged herself to give in to what she wanted. Lifting on her toes, she leaned in, initiating a kiss.
Jay allowed her one peck before his full, brown lips were on hers. His tongue pressed into the slits of her lips, demanding she allow him access to explore her mouth. His hands locked together and rested on her back to keep her steady. His mouth covered hers hungrily—like he’d been waiting his whole life to kiss her.
The feelings Jay gave her were frightening. The emotions were new. Pulling back, Jay’s deep eyes searched hers for something. Something Candi wasn’t sure he would find. When he was satisfied, he savagely kissed her again, sending her stomach into a dip like riding a rollercoaster.
Candi moaned as her hands roamed his bare chest.
When her hands dipped to the front of his jeans, he stopped her by placing his hands on hers. “I’m hungry.” He smiled as his forehead rested on hers, looking down into her eyes. “Can you cook?”
Candi wasn’t as confident as she just was. His stopping her felt like rejection. Too embarrassed to speak, she shook her head.
