“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Nina asked with a sly smile.
“What do you mean?”
“Kissing me. Touching me. You’ve been holding back and letting me initiate almost every time.”
“I don’t wanna do something you’re not ready for. I don’t wanna push you. That’s what Drew and your mom did, and I don’t want to be like that.”
“I can understand that, but I won’t break.”
Maya disentangled herself and started putting groceries away, trying to get some distance from the conversation. “I get that. I do, but it’s only been a week since we’ve been dating.” She stopped, holding onto a package of pork. “As a matter of fact, we still haven’t gone on a proper date yet.”
“It hasn’t been a week. It’s been years. There was always something a little extra between us or the sex wouldn’t have been so good. I wouldn’t have spent two years working out how to bring us closer again. I’ve accepted that, and as far as dating goes, when have we ever been conventional about anything?” She sat down on one of the stools at the island.
She had a point. “Maybe.” Maya closed the refrigerator and leaned against the opposite counter. “There’s nothing wrong with taking this slow. Things are good right now. If we move too fast, anything could happen. What if you… What I mean is, we can’t fuck this up. If we do, there’s no us. There’s nothing.”
“You think I’m going to change my mind about you? About us?”
Maya shook her head. “No. I’m just saying…” What? What was she trying to say? “I’m just saying that so many things could go wrong and all of this feels just too good to be true.”
Nina cocked her head, assessing. “Isn’t that okay? I mean, for things to be good? Isn’t that what you want? What everybody wants?”
“Yeah, I guess.” Pain that would probably always be a part of her flickered to life inside her. “But some people haven’t had the rug ripped out from under them like I have.” Her voice cracked.
Within seconds Nina had wrapped Maya in a warm, crushing hug. “You mean your parents and then me?”
She nodded. “Both of those hurt like hell, in different ways. So, yeah.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“I know you are,” Maya whispered.
Nina bit her bottom lip. “But I’m not sorry for what I’m about to say.”
Maya tensed.
“Yes, things could go wrong, no matter how fast or slow we go.” She trailed her hands up Maya’s chest until her arms were around her neck. “We’ve wasted so much time already. No one has ever looked at me the way you do, so it doesn’t matter to me if it’s been a day, a week or a month. I want this. I want us, and I don’t want to wait.”
Nina could have told her Santa was fucking real right now and Maya would have believed it. She wasn’t sure who moved first, but this time, when they kissed, her tentativeness was damn near gone. The first brush of Nina’s tongue against her lips made her brain spark and within seconds, the rest of her ignited.
It wasn’t a slow burn.
The need coiling through her made sure of that. She wound her hand into Nina’s hair and firmly cupped the back of her head. A small gesture but a possessive one as well. Nina whimpered, and that was all it took to transform their kiss from neat to open-mouthed and hungry. Maya propelled them forward, pressing Nina against the kitchen island. She couldn’t get close enough and she groaned in frustration, so she grasped Nina by the hips and helped get her onto the counter. Nina locked her legs around her and pulled her closer. The heat between them was searing.
Maya couldn’t breathe. Her chest burned but she didn’t give a fuck. Nina clutched at her shoulders, digging her nails in deep, like she wanted to rip Maya open and get inside. Then, a few seconds later, those same hands were on Maya’s ass, squeezing hard. A blinding flash of arousal hit Maya and pooled low in her belly. She moved her hips to greet it.
Nina moaned and Maya thrust forward again and again yielding an explosive desperate sound from Nina each time. Their lips met and clung as they breathed into each other.
The sound of a door opening registered but Maya was already too deep in a pleasurable fog to take real notice. Everything seemed so distant compared to the feel of Nina, the taste of her. Then, Maya heard laughter and, sluggishly, she stepped back. There was another chuckle and Maya turned toward it. She blinked at Chloe.
“There’s gotta be something in the paint in here.” Chloe smiled as she closed the back door.
“Huh?” Maya’s brain was misfiring. She glanced back at Nina and her eyes, still dark with desire, and her swollen lips. She got lost again.
“Or maybe it’s a family trait. Kitchens make the Davises horny.”
“Oh, um, yeah, maybe,” Maya said.
“Win’s on his way home from work. Just an FYI. And hi, again. Nina, right?”
“Yes. Hi, again.” She pulled Maya close and kissed her neck.
“Okay,” Maya said. “Yeah. Win. On his way home. Gotcha.” But she couldn’t move away from Nina and she definitely didn’t want to.
Chloe shrugged and went to the refrigerator. Maya grabbed Nina’s hand and pulled her toward the hallway, glad they had managed to put the groceries away, at least. They made it to Maya’s bedroom in record time but that still gave Maya a minute to think. She’d listened to every word Nina had said. But a small kernel of doubt dug at her. She closed the door and turned toward Nina.
“Wait,” she said.
“No.” Nina put a finger against her lips.
“But—”
Nina grabbed Maya by the shirt. “No, we’re doing this as hard as you want and as deep as you want. Fast or slow, I don’t care, but we’re doing this,” she said, breathing ragged and voice husky.
“Jesus.” Maya couldn’t think of anything else to say. Nina’s words cut through her with a scorching hot blade. When their lips met again, it was tantamount to being devoured. Each meeting of their tongues made them both groan and Nina pulled at her shirt. Seconds later, she threw it toward some corner of the room.
Nina’s lips were like a brand against her skin, but Maya didn’t want the burning to stop. When Nina bit into her shoulder, she cried out but didn’t have time to enjoy it because Nina’s hands were everywhere, mapping her back, chest, and breasts.
Maya removed Nina’s shirt and bra and hurled the items across the room. She was barely aware that they were moving, so when Nina fell backwards onto the bed and brought her with her, she gasped in surprise, then in pleasure at the press of breasts against breasts. Maya sat up on her knees to enjoy the view of Nina, who tried to follow her motion but Maya pushed her back down. A tiny sound escaped Nina’s lips and her breathing became even more uneven.
Maya stared at Nina’s naked torso, taking in heavy pink-tipped breasts and her softly rounded stomach.
She had to touch. She had to taste. She squeezed Nina’s breasts, and by the time she got to Nina’s swollen nipples, she was writhing and unable to resist as Maya plucked at them. Nina arched and moaned and Maya stopped and trailed her hands down over Nina’s stomach, then back up again. There was no pattern. She just wanted Nina to feel her everywhere. When she covered Nina’s breasts once more, Nina cried out.
The sound ripped through Maya and, already impatient and needy, she leaned forward and flicked her tongue over one of Nina’s nipples before sucking it deep into her mouth.
“Shit,” Nina gasped and she tangled her hand in Maya’s braids and slid her other across her back, holding her firmly.
With each brush of Maya’s tongue, Nina’s hips rotated against her upper thigh. Maya groaned and met Nina thrust for thrust. Clothing still separated them, but for the moment, it only added to the friction. Nina pulled at Maya’s hair, urging her upward until their mouths met. The kiss was electric and frenzied and ratcheted up the urgency. Nina gripped Maya’s shoulders, and her fingertips dug into her skin.
Maya tore herself away and Nina murmured in protest, but when Maya reache
d down between them and tugged at Nina’s jeans, Nina helped. They pushed and pulled until she was free of them and her underwear. Nina collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving and her gaze riveted on Maya. The air between them seemed to ignite. Nina spread her legs and something in Maya caught fire, and she didn’t give a damn if she ended up burned to a crisp. Her gaze raked over Nina’s curves and the expanse of her skin until she stopped and got lost between Nina’s legs, mesmerized by her wet, swollen sex. She grabbed Nina under her knees and yanked her forward and Maya’s hands slid up and over Nina’s thighs, making her tremble.
“God, I…mmm,” Nina moaned as Maya’s touch inched closer to her sex.
Maya smeared her fingers through Nina’s wetness and coated the inside of her thighs, enjoying how she moved her hips and moaned.
Just as Maya leaned forward intent on tasting what lay before her, Nina touched herself, and ran her fingertips over her clit. Shocked, Maya glanced up and got caught in her gaze, which held challenge, pleasure, and a fierceness Maya had never seen from her before. She watched as Nina’s fingers moved furiously through her own wetness.
It was the hottest fucking thing she’d ever seen.
But she had waited two years to touch Nina again and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity pass her by, no matter how glorious it was to watch her masturbate. With the flat of her tongue, she licked below Nina’s fingers, but she still didn’t move her hand, so Maya did it again and added fuel to both their fires by swiping lower and spearing her tongue inside. Nina’s hips thrust against Maya’s face, pushing her in deeper.
God. It was incredible.
Maya created her own rhythm and twisted her tongue around Nina’s fingertips, grazing her clit before teasing below it and sliding into her and groaning as she started once more.
Nina’s thighs clenched around Maya’s head, which heightened her enjoyment and deepened her own need. Nina’s thrusts went from smooth to erratic and wild. Seconds later, her lower body started to quiver. Maya wanted to see it, the look on Nina’s face when everything flew apart, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t dare.
Not now.
For a moment, Nina was completely still and in the next, she cried out and arched, undulating helplessly. Maya slid her hands underneath her and grabbed her ass and clutched her close as she continued to lick gently.
Eventually, Maya let her go and Nina settled onto the bed.
“Mmm, Christ, Maya.” Her eyes were closed and her words languid.
Maya looked down at her, watching as she came back down to earth. What a lovely fucking fall, every second of it. No regrets, and the whispering doubts were finally silent. Her body vibrated as arousal rushed through her with renewed vigor.
Nina opened her eyes and touched the side of Maya’s neck and face. Maya leaned into the caress. She turned her head and brushed her open mouth over Nina’s palm, and Nina traced Maya’s bottom lip with her thumb. Maya sucked it into her mouth, thinking that each touch, even the smallest, made her soar.
Nina pulled her thumb away and ran her hand down Maya’s neck to her breasts, painting her nipple with the remaining wetness. Maya inhaled sharply. During their one previous night together, after discovering how sensitive her breasts were, Nina hadn’t stopped touching them, and it seemed she remembered, as she ran her palm over Maya’s nipples. Nina’s mouth brushed against hers, but it was her tongue that was the busiest, flicking against her lips before sliding inside, no doubt tasting herself and, moments later, their kisses deepened and Maya’s arousal increased even more.
No more teasing.
Nina kneaded Maya’s breasts and grasped and pulled her nipples, sending a thick surge of electricity through her. Sparks raked over her skin. Maya tore herself away from the kiss. “Fuck,” she said with a groan. She clenched her thighs together as pleasure reverberated through her, even though she hadn’t taken off her pants. Maya wasn’t going to make it. All Nina had to do was blow on her at this point. “I can’t—”
Without warning, Nina’s mouth replaced her fingers, enclosing Maya’s nipple into a hot, wet vise. Everything went gray. The first eruption was tiny, but the rest of it built quickly and filled Maya to the core. She whimpered brokenly as an orgasm slammed through her and none of her muscles seemed to work as she fell forward onto Nina. When she came back to herself, she was still in Nina’s arms. So, she did her best to get comfortable. Nina ran her hand down her back and tugged on a belt loop.
“All that and you still had your pants on?” She sounded impressed.
Maya snorted and buried her face in Nina’s neck.
“I refuse to stay the night if you’re sleeping in these,” Nina said teasingly.
Sighing, Maya rolled off her and sat up, enjoying how Nina’s hair was a wild halo around her face and how her makeup was smeared, her lipstick was completely gone. She was utterly beautiful.
“I’m really liking the way you’re looking at me,” Nina whispered.
“Yeah,” Maya grinned. “I’m really liking looking at you.”
“Nothing’s changed. No regrets.” Nina wasn’t asking. She was stating fact.
“None.”
“Then take off your pants and come to bed.”
Maya stood and froze as a door nearby either opened or closed. She glanced at the wall she shared with T and heard the distinct sounds of him moving around before they abruptly stopped.
For several seconds, she heard nothing except their own breathing.
“It’s too late to be quiet now, Daddy,” T yelled.
Sputtering with laughter, Maya looked down at Nina. Her face was flushed, but her embarrassment didn’t keep her from joining in.
“Shut up,” Maya called back.
Nina shook her head and continued to chuckle. A few seconds later, she asked, “Daddy?”
“Inside joke.” Maya took her pants and underwear off then dove back onto the bed. “Now. Where were we?”
Nina smiled and pulled her into a kiss.
Chapter 18
Maya scooped the last of the scrambled cheese eggs onto the plate. She had added pepper to them while cooking, but it wasn’t the shitload that Nina customarily liked, so she picked up the grinder and went to town. Afterward, she drained the rest of her coffee and poured a cup for Nina, who was naked and still sleeping in her bed. Maya smiled and let giddiness flow through her. The whole night had felt surreal, but the satisfied buzz of her body made it real. She set breakfast on a battered school cafeteria tray. She had no idea where it had come from and why it was in the house, but she was getting some use out of it now.
Her phone vibrated against the counter. She glanced at the caller ID and picked it up immediately. “You’re taking a huge chance. It’s barely six. What if I wasn’t up?”
“Well, you obviously are, so the question is moot,” Rachel said.
“What’s up? I just talked to you yesterday. Nothing earth-shattering could’ve happened.”
“I was actually trying to call Nina, but it’s going straight to voicemail. You’re the next best thing. With everything that’s happened this week, I was a little worried about her not answering.”
“This is an Apple house and she has an android. Her phone is probably dead. I’m about to wake her up if you wanna talk to her.” She put the call on speaker and set it on the tray as she waited for the inevitable teasing.
Rachel was quiet for a moment before she said, “Oh, I feel like a proud parent or something. Even more so, since no one can get pregnant. The only downside is, you don’t need me anymore.”
Maya grinned. “I didn’t need you in the first place.”
She chuckled. “One of the things I like about you is the occasional asshole-like tendency.”
“Only to you, and you’re welcome.” She picked up the tray and left the kitchen. “Nina’s gonna be fine. You don’t have to worry.”
“Yeah, maybe. It’s just weird because I’m not there.”
“But I am,” Maya said.
> “Yes, but you’re leaving and she doesn’t really have anybody else.”
That wasn’t true. Nina had herself, and after the boldness she exhibited last night, and how she had handled her mother, it was clear she was more than capable of standing her ground. This version of her was here to stay. “I still don’t think you have anything to worry about.”
“I like how you sound so sure.”
Maya did, too. “Hold on a sec.” She went into her bedroom and set the tray on one of the nightstands, then watched Nina sleep, expecting residual fear to surface, but it didn’t. Just like she’d been their first night together over two years ago, she was hopeful and optimistic, and she eased onto the bed.
Nina’s hair covered her face, hiding it, and gently, Maya moved a few strands away. She leaned down and brushed her lips against Nina’s ear. “Hey.”
Nina let out a tiny whimper but she barely moved.
“I didn’t mean to keep you up so late.”
A slow smile spread over Nina’s face. She still didn’t open her eyes. “Lies.” Her voice was thick and soft with sleep.
Maya slid her hand under the blanket and skimmed the side of Nina’s breast then moved it down to her hips. Nina moaned and arched into her touch and Maya’s stomach knotted pleasantly.
“Hello,” Rachel yelled from the phone. “It’s been longer than a second. And I can hear you.”
Nina’s eyes snapped open.
“Oops,” Maya said. “Sorry.”
“Yeah, sure you are,” Rachel teased.
Maya tried to get up, intent on grabbing her phone and the tray it was on. Nina pulled on her T-shirt and yanked her back down on top of her. Maya laughed.
“Still here,” Rachel said.
“Good morning, Rachel. Why are you calling Maya?”
“Because your phone is dead.”
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