“’Cause one, I can tell when your body is reacting to me.” My voice dropped lower. “And two, you my wife.”
“That doesn't mean anything.” She folded one leg under her, her shoulder brushing mine. “And I'm not your real wife.”
I tilted my head, locked onto her. “Who said you wasn't? Last time I checked, you got my ring on your finger, and we went down to that courthouse and signed them papers.”
She had me fucked up if she thought this was temporary. Being around her had me looking at shit differently, and we hadn't even been married that long.
But a nigga knew what he wanted when he saw it.
“I guess.” Her voice came out quieter this time.
I didn't say nothing else. Just leaned in, slid my hand up to the side of her neck, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips.
She kissed me back, and I felt the way she leaned into it just a little before catching herself. Her hand came up and rested against my chest—not pushing me away, but not letting me pull her in all the way either.
My lips moved against hers, slower this time, testing her, seeing how far she was really gonna let me go. My hand stayed wrapped around her neck, tightening just enough to keep her right there, not hurting her—just reminding her.
Her breath hitched. Then she pulled back. Not far. Just enough.
Her lips still hovered close to mine, her eyes locking onto me like she had something to prove.
“You always do that.”
A smirk pulled at my mouth. “Do what?”
“Try and get me to fold.” Her fingers pressed lightly into my chest.
I let out a low breath, my forehead brushing against hers for a second before I leaned back just enough to look at her.
“’Cause I know yo’ ass want this dick. You’re just playing right now.”
Her pupils blew wide.
My hand slid from her neck, dragging along her shoulder, then lower until it settled on her thigh. She didn’t stop me. Didn’t move. Just watched me, her chest rising a little faster.
I leaned in again, slower this time, giving her room to pull away.
She didn’t.
Our lips met again, deeper now, less careful. My grip tightened on her thigh, my thumb moving in slow circles like I was learning her, figuring her out piece by piece.
I tilted my head, pulling back just enough for my breath to brush her lips.
“You still think you ain’t about that?”
Her lips parted like she was about to say something… then she didn’t. Just looked at me.
I watched her for a second, then sat back slightly.
“Take those off and lie back.”
Confusion crossed her face. “Why?”
“Because I asked you to.”
“Kyrie, what are you… You know we can’t?—”
She was asking too many questions.
