I want to tell him that I’m not ready.
I start to tell him.
At least I think that’s what I was going to say. But all I manage is a “yes” before his mouth touches mine.
It’s soft and yet so hot I melt instantly. His mouth is cool and the bitterness of the beer he’s been sipping clings to his lips. I want more. I want him. It is all I know.
I sling an arm around his neck, and his arms wrap around my waist and he deepens the kiss. It’s urgent and yet savoring.
His tongue teases my lower lip before he and his body feel so solid and sure against mine.
He tastes so good. Ifeelso good…I’m sure I’d float away if he let me go.
One hand slides up my side and cups my breast. “You’re perfect, Sin. So damn good and soft,” he murmurs against my open, panting mouth. My nipple is hard and painfully taught. His thumb flicks and the pleasure of it burns a decadent trail to the very center of me. If he bent me over right now, he could have me any way he wanted. I reach between us and cup his erection through his jeans and he thrusts into my hand.
“Take it out,” he grumbles, and I slide my hand past his waistbandand the heat of him makes me gasp.
The clatter of something hitting the floor in the other room shatters our bubble and we jump apart just before my brother walks into the kitchen carrying the pieces of a mug I recognize immediately.
“What happened?” I ask as he walks over and dumps them into the sink. “You broke her favorite mug? How?” I smack his arm.
He winces and leans away from me. “It was an accident. It’s just a mug.”
“It’s her favorite mug. I bought it for her, and I’m her favorite child,” I remind him and walk over to the sink to assess the damage.
Kwame comes to stand by me and my heart starts to thud.
“Let me have a look. I used to fix broken ceramics for fun.” He grins at me and reaches into the sink and picks up the fractured handle. Those fingers had just been on my body. God. I like the way he touches me.
I’m practically panting and he’s focused on my mom’s mug.
Hedoesn’t look likehisheart is racing. In fact, he doesn’t look like anything special just happened.
God. What is it with me and men who don’t show their hand? I’m not doing this again.
“I think I can fix this. Do you have Gorilla Glue?”
“Yeah, we do. That would be great.” Adonis strides over to the junk drawer and starts rummaging through it.
“This will only take a minute,” he says with a nonchalant grin that makes me wonder if I imagined all of that.
I return it best I can and grab my phone. “Take your time.” I check the time and feign disappointment. “I’ve gotta go. I have call I need to take at home. I’ll see you next week.”
He follows me out of the kitchen. “Sin, wait.”
“I can’t. I’ve got a seven a.m. meeting and I am not a morning person.”
“It’s seven thirty, Sin.”
“Ninety minutes until my bedtime.” I blow an uncommitted kiss in their direction and stroll out. “See you next week.”
Chapter Fifteen
Sin
Help
My seven a.m. meeting is almost fifteen minutes late. Ihatewaiting. I dictate a message.
