He groans. “Sin. It’s nothing like that.”
He looks so sad that I regret my terrible attempt at levity. “I’m just busting your chops, Kwame. I’m sorry.”
He waves away a bee that zips past us. “I deserve it, I guess. As long asyou’renot running from me when you see me, I can handle anything.”
I flush at his reference to the morning in Farragut North. “I was really late. Your timing was terrible.”
“I’m working on that,” he says with a smile that reaches his eyes.
“Thank you,” I say.
He tilts his head slightly. “For what?”
“You came all this way to make things right.”
He shrugs. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I confess and his smile deepens.
His big hand spans the small of my back and he yanks me flush against his hard, warm chest. He cups my cheek and tilts my face up to his.
Be still my heart. I’m obsessed with the way his eyes twinkle when he’s happy.
“I’m so glad I found you.” He presses a kiss to my cheek.
And then another.
The warmest, sweetest feeling spreads through my center. I can’t do anything but soak up his touch.
I wish I’d found him sooner.
Iwantto tell him that.
Istartto… but he kisses the corner of my mouth and I forget how to speak.
When his impossibly soft lips make contact with mine, I don’t want to do anything but feel him and savor every second of this.
His lips, which have always been my favorite part of his face, live up to their promise. They're soft, malleable, tender, greedy.
God, what aman.
I sling an arm around his neck, and he cups my ass.
I’m sure I’d float away if he let me go.
He tastes like cognac and smells like the shea butter lotion my mother gifted him.
The squeak of brakes and the crunch of leaves under tires rips a tear into the haze of desire that bewitched me and made me act like a crazy woman. I break our kiss and let go of his neck. But he holds fast. “I could kiss you for hours,” he murmurs and presses his mouth to mine again, runs his tongue along my lower lip.
It takes herculean strength to tear my lips away from his. I tug his hands from around me and take a step back.
He grabs me by the waist and drags me back to him.
“Kwame!” I gasp and then laugh, leaning away from his descending mouth, I pull free again.
“We’re in public.” I admonish but bite my lip to hide my smile.
“I don’t care.” He shrugs his eyes heavy and focused on my mouth. “Get over here, girl.”
