The Single Life with Zola Patterson Part 2 - Danielle Allen Page 0,28

Dad would try to take that moment from me. It was my first real relationship, and he didn’t support me or trust my judgement. I called my Dad and told him that he had no right to tell David he wasn’t good enough for me. If he didn’t want to give his support, that was one thing. But to forbid him from asking was crossing the line.”

I bit my lip and tried to keep from crying. My throat burned with unshed tears and the rest of the story. Saint kissed my cheek and held me tighter, waiting in silence for a full minute. The support I felt from him was warm, like his touch, and I held on to him tightly.

“I told him I had to get ready for my big night and got off the phone with him. The last thing I said was I love you, but I don’t like you right now.” My voice trembled. “He called me back three times and I didn’t answer. According to Mom, Dad decided to drive to my dorm to talk to me before I went to dinner. She said he wanted to clear the air and didn’t want me to make a decision based on my anger with him.” I swallowed hard. “It was graduation night and people were drinking. Someone hit him and he died in the hospital later that night.”

He kissed my shoulder. “I’m so sorry.”

“The thing is… I was never even going to say yes to David. I had no intention of marrying him. And if I would’ve just…”

Another minute passed and I tried to swallow around the lump in my throat. I knew I’d said as much as I could. I shook my head. “David and I ended that night. That’s all. That’s it. I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

Saint caressed my cheek. “You don’t have to,” he whispered. “But thank you for telling me.”

“Thank you for listening,” I murmured, letting my mouth hover above his.

“I’m down to listen…to be here for you…anything you need.”

His words reeled me in, and I couldn’t help but kiss him. His soft, warm lips tasted like wine as his mouth moved effortlessly over mine. Our kiss shifted from sweet and comforting to sexy and commanding.

Butterflies spread across my belly as his tongue teasingly caressed mine. Shivers ran up and down my spine and desire twisted in my gut forcefully. I felt him harden under my ass.

“I like you,” I said softly.

“I like you, too.”

“I know,” I told him between kisses. “Because you told your mom about me.”

His forehead rested against mine as he laughed. “I’m not doing this with you.”

“Will you do something else with me?”

“What?”

I tugged the hem of my dress up exposing more of my thighs. “Take me to your room and show me how much you like me.”

Crashing his mouth into mine, he maneuvered us off the couch and down the hall. Stripping me naked, his lips covered every inch of my body and when I couldn’t take the teasing any longer, he had his way with me. For hours, we ebbed and flowed between making love and fucking and back again. By the time I passed out, I was physically exhausted and completely satisfied.

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Chapter 7

I slept well, but I was groggy when I woke up Sunday morning. My body was sore, my head was spinning, and my heart was racing. I pushed myself quietly and carefully into a sitting position as I tried to make sense of it all. I did a doubletake as I looked over at the sexy ass man next to me. His muscular body was only partially covered by the light blue sheets and his mahogany skin almost glistened in the sunlight that poured through the slightly opened blinds.

Oh no no no no no no no no…

I eased out of the bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Saint let me have one of the extra toothbrushes he’d gotten from the dentist, so I used that. As I brushed my teeth, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was disheveled and matted from the different positions he’d put me in. My lips were bruised from the amount of kissing and sucking that went on. There was a mark on my right breast that I vaguely remembered as the result of him biting me. My skin was flushed and practically glowing with the memory. And most noticeably, my entire body was sore from the best sex I’d ever had