Page 11 of Sun Kissed Moments

Dane used his fingers to pick up a plump, garlic and honey-glazed shrimp, plopped it in his mouth, then sucked the sticky leftover sauce from his fingertips.

“You allergic to shrimp?” he asked. I shook my head. “Here… Taste this, too.” I stopped staring at his lips long enough to see him offering me one of his shrimps, with the same fingers he’d just had in his mouth.

Blushing all over, I hesitantly wrapped my hand around his strong, tattooed wrist and ate from his fingers. I kept my eyes low to avoid whatever look was on his face as I cleaned the sauce from his fingers. I let his wrist go, then chewed the savory shrimp before focusing on my own plate.

“I want you to hold my wrists like that while you ridin’ my dick, aight.”

Dane’s comment should’ve knocked some sense into me. I should’ve been offended. Instead, the imagery caused my middle to purr. I squirmed in my seat and was ashamed by the way my panties flooded.

My voice trembled as I said, “That’s crazy to say.”

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, so I slowly lifted my eyes to look at him. “Is it crazy, baby?” The slight smirk on his face was telling. He knew he had me in the palm of his hand.

“You’ve been with half the women in the industry and many more who aren’t. Touching you would be the equivalent of risking my life on the edge of a cliff.”

Slowly, he smiled. “Half the women couldn’t even tell you which way my dick curves, baby.”

Shit… The way he looked at me was deadly.

“My answer still stands,” I said.

“Aight. What would put ya mind at ease? Can’t have my future wife bein’ afraid to touch me.”

That knocked some sense into me. “Wife?” I questioned him, eyes bugging.

He chuckled and confirmed, “Wife.”

I laughed. “Ya know, Dane, I always knew you were the crazy type.”

Amused, he smirked. “Do tell.”

“That quiet, reflective energy you possess. I’ve always thought you were like that to hide your lunacy from the world.”

“I’m crazy for wanting to marry you?” he asked.

“You’re crazy for wanting to marry a woman you don’t know,” I clarified.

“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong, love. I know what’s on the surface. Shit like ya favorite color, the perfume you like to wear, and the type of music you like to listen to.”

It was my turn to be amused. “You know what perfume I like to wear?”

He nodded. “Chanel.”

“That’s easy—”

“Mademoiselle, right?”

I swallowed my comeback. “Anyone could’ve told you that.”

“You were wearing that night at the award show,” he said. “Since that night, how often have you thought about me?”

I would never divulge that information. That would be admitting to having another man on the brain while I was actively in a relationship. Shy T couldn’t even kiss me without me wondering what it felt like to kiss Dane. Ever since our bodies touched, it was as if Dane owned me in some way.

“It’s aight if you don’t wanna be honest, but we both know you’ve thought about me. Nigga probably couldn’t even touch you after I had my hands on you,” Dane commented, echoing my thoughts.

My gaze flashed to his, wondering how in the hell he could read my mind. His head tilted as that smile slowly faded. Intensely, he held eye contact with me. He held eye contact with me as he stood up from his chair, then rounded it to stand next to me. My breaths grew faster as his hand reached out to touch my face. He tilted my head back to take control of my eyes again. As his fingers tickled down my throat, I shuddered.

“I have five days wit’ you.” He leaned closer, bringing his lips to my ear. “Imagine how often I’ll be on ya mind after I take each of these days to show you what life will be like with me.”