Frustrated, I lifted her up and carried her toward her bedroom door. I paused at the threshold. I promised myself that I wouldn’t go inside unless she invited me. I needed to hear her say it, I needed to know that she was okay with this.
“Bug, are you sure?”
She sucked my bottom lip. “Very.”
Finally, I crossed the threshold into her bedroom and set her down on her feet. I turned her around so that I could get a closer look at the back of her dress. “Shit,” I murmured, tugging at the first strap. “Lay down.”
Albany crawled onto the mattress, lying on her stomach. Straddling her, I unraveled the thin pieces of fabric slowly. Along the way, I kissed her bare skin, marking her, making sure she remembered who made her feel this way when she looked in the mirror tomorrow.
Her soft moans were egging me on. I loved that she was delirious with need for me, that she pleaded with me to come inside.
Not yet …
“Wes.” Her breath hitched when I sunk my teeth into her ass. “Oh God.”
Once I tugged the final strap, I flipped her over. I grazed a nipple with the back of my hand, then knelt to suck it into my mouth.
She cried out, “Please, Wes.”
Not yet …
I ripped her panties off and buried my face in her core. She arched her back off the bed, begged me to keep going. Her scent was intoxicating, and I was addicted to her taste, the feel of her against my tongue. I dipped my tongue into her sweet heat, licked my way up to her clit, then sucked it into my mouth.
She came on a breathless sigh, her body undulating under my tongue. Once the tremors subsided, I nipped the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. Then, I kissed my way back up her body, lingering on her tight nipples before I pressed my lips against hers again.
Albany tugged at my belt, yanked it off, and threw it somewhere behind me. Something broke, but I didn’t care. My focus was on her. Next, my shirt was gone, tossed toward the dresser. Then, I was inside her.
Closing my eyes, I savored the feel of her around me, the heat of her body against mine.Shit, I craved her. There was nothing better than this. Nothing better than us.
I rocked into her, swallowing her low moan with another kiss. “Tell me,” I whispered against her mouth.
“Only you, Wes,” she breathed. “I want you.”
Lust snaked down my spine, wrapped around my waist and shot to my dick. I increased the pace, giving her everything I had. All my fears, all my joy. Every success, every worry.Everything.
“I love you,” I murmured. “I’ve always, always loved you, Bug. Only you.”
“Yes.” She shuddered beneath me, letting herself go, letting herself fall.
Soon, I was with her, my orgasm cracking me open and baring my soul to her.For her.
I sat up straight, my eyes flitting around the dark room, slowly adjusting to my surroundings. Next to me, the bed was empty.Where is she?
Climbing out of the bed, I went to the bathroom. Empty. I walked out of the bedroom, peeking into the living room. Empty. The balcony door was closed and the blinds drawn, so she wasn’t out there.
A soft voice drew my attention toward the office. I approached the door, pressed my cheek against it. It was Albany. She was talking to someone.Is she on the phone?Reaching up, I pushed the door open.
Albany was staring at a wall of pictures, mumbling something to herself. Her curls were wild, and she wore nothing but my shirt. The printer worked next to her, whirring as it completed its job. As I neared her, I recognized the faces—John, Jackson, Jeanette, Cyn, Samira, Elijah, Bishop Garland …
“Hey.”
She jumped. “Oh shit.” She placed a hand over her heart. “You scared me.”
I smirked, wrapping my arms around her waist. I kissed the base of her neck. “What are you doing?”
Craning her neck to look at me, she kissed my jawline. “Working.”
“This late?”
