I didn’t share that. I let my body do the talking and it did this by continuing to hold on and not move.
“Told you, baby,” he said softly, “when I took your mouth, we’d need time so I could give it attention. Your sweet message, couldn’t wait so I didn’t. But, f**kin’ sucks, now, I gotta go.”
He’d taken time out to come all the way to me.
God.
God.
I liked that.
And he needed to go.
So I pushed away, my hand sliding out of his hair as I whispered, “Okay, honey.”
The thumbs of his hands, still at my jaw, swept my cheeks. Then he leaned in, slid his nose along mine then lifted up as he pulled my face down and kissed my forehead.
Then he tipped my face to him again.
“Later, baby.”
“Later, Knight.”
His fingers gave my face a gentle squeeze then he let me go and he was gone.
I followed him, locked the locks, turned off the light, turned my back to the door and stared into my dark living room.
Then I wrapped my arms around my middle and smiled.
Huge.
Chapter Eight
Hold the Fuck On
I walked into the nearly summer-like air of the late March night.
It was Saturday just after ten. Less than five minutes ago, I got a buzz up with the announcement, “Yo. Ride to Slade at the curb.”
And that was it.
No greeting, no introduction and I knew by the electronic click he was gone.
So I got my bag, dashed to the bathroom to give myself one last look, opened my bag to make sure everything was there and I ran down.
The car was long, big, black and gleaming. It was also double-parked. And Hulk was standing outside it wearing a black shirt, black trousers, black blazer and a scowl.
“Back’s full, woman, you take front,” he declared when I got close then he opened the passenger-side door.
I smiled into his scowl because first, I was wearing a killer outfit. Second, I had a killer night with my friends ahead of me. And third, after three days of quick phone calls, nothing at all that day and the rest of the time Knight was sight unseen, I was going to see him that night.
I slid in and twisted immediately to look into the backseat where Viv and Sandrine where sitting, decked out, eyes on me, smiles huge.
“That… dress… is… hot! Ohmigod!” Sandrine shrieked.
“No joke, f**kin’ shit, she is not lying,” Viv concurred.
I grinned and whispered, “I know.”