I picked Gina up and placed her on the counter before making my way between her legs. She tensed up a little, but relaxed the closer my face got to hers. I studied her features for a moment just to appreciate the raw beauty that she was.
“If you want to. I could definitely eat.”
She swallowed hard, trying to avoid eye contact, like she always did when she was nervous. I tilted my head so that our eyes could meet despite her best efforts, and as soon as they did, that was all the confirmation I needed to kiss her. She willingly gave me her tongue, letting her body fall softly into mine.
“I want to,” I declared before moving around the kitchen to gather everything I needed.
Cooking for the people I cared about had always been my favorite way to show them love. It was a trait I’d gotten from my father. He used to say, ‘What better way to say I love you than with a meal you pour your heart into?’ That was what I wanted to give Gina.
“What are you going to cook?”
“I didn’t tell you I’m famous for my salmon and shrimp pasta?”
“Let you tell it, you’re famous for everything.” She laughed as she walked around the counter to sit closer to where I was rummaging through the bags.
“You said it. I didn’t.” I shrugged, always being the confident nigga I was.
All my life, people teased me for being too cocky, but confidence was not cockiness. It wasn’t my fault people didn’t know the difference. I could tell Gina liked it, though, and that was all that mattered at the end of the day.
It wasn’t long before I was plating the food, and Gina was helping set the table. I kept it simple with a black tablecloth, white plates and candles, and long-stemmed white roses sitting right next to my baby.
“That salmon smells so good. I can’t wait to taste it.”
“Well, go ahead and have a seat. I’ll say the blessing so we don’t keep big mama waiting too long.”
Once Gina was seated, I stood beside her and grabbed her hand instead of going to my seat. I wanted to be close to herwhen I blessed the food. I wanted to be close to her period, but I could wait.
“Father God, I want to thank you for bringing Gina into my life. Since the moment I met her, I knew she was crafted by you, specifically for me. Thank you, Lord, for putting it on her heart to spend this weekend with me because you know I would have kidnapped her if she didn’t.”
I could feel her nudging me, but I kept going until I was finished. One thing about big G was he knew my heart. I never had to front when I was talking to him, because if I had to kidnap Gina, then that’s exactly what I would’ve done.
“Amen.”
“Amen.” Gina opened her eyes and looked up at me. “Now, why would you say that?”
“It’s the truth. You wanted me to lie to God, baby?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.”
“Love me.”
Gina stayed quiet instead of offering a response in that moment. Kicking our weekend off with a private dinner was the perfect way to break whatever tension was still lingering between us. Just as I expected, it gave Gina the space she needed to air my ass out, and I could simp for her in the privacy of my own home. As long as she left this table happy, I did what I came to do.
Chapter
Nineteen
Gina
“Stay right there,” Ramel encouraged with a low growl as he pinned my arms behind my back and pressed my head further into the pillow. My back was in a perfect arch, giving him the access he needed to continue his assault. Each stroke was deeper than the one before it, and if the pillows didn’t muffle my screams, they would have woken the whole building.
“Pleassseee,” I begged without having any idea of what I was begging for because I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. The pressure building up let me know that I would be raining down on him at any moment. I could feel myself tightening as my man pumped in and out of my middle.
“Please, what, baby? You want me to stop?” He pumped harder and faster as if he hadn’t even asked the question.
“No, please don’t stop.”
“Tell me you love me then.”
