Their eyes locked and that vibe was there. It was hard to ignore, and again it was a surprise to her mind and body. A surprise . . . but not a disturbance. Nothing negative or wrong or foreign. Not at all.
“Zaria, my drinks ready?” one of the waitresses asked.
Unfortunately, she jumped in surprise and accidentally punched the button to start the blender without putting the cover on. The liquid contents sprayed up into her face. She let loose a high-pitched squeal, turned off the blender, and jumped back all at once. “Dammit,” she swore under her breath, using a napkin to wipe the errant liquid from her face, careful not to wipe off or smudge her makeup.
“I’ll make you a fresh drink,” Zaria told the waitress.
As she dumped the contents of the pitcher and started over, she was aware of Sexy Silver now sitting at the bar watching her every move. He was controlling their interaction, and that was a no-no for her. She was used to younger men being discombobulated by her.
She was nervous. Anxious. Aware of him. “I’ll be right with you,” she said, noticing how his massive biceps strained against the short sleeve of his shirt.
“No problem,” he answered with a nod.
It seemed like an eternity before she finally pushed the two frozen margaritas toward the waitress. “Sorry about that,” she said with a soft smile.
Sexy Silver’s eyes were resting on her, and she knew—just as sure as she knew her mama’s name—that he had doubled back for her and not for a drink. That flustered her even more, and she felt as if she were walking the edge of a cliff with clown shoes on.
“And what can I get for you?” she asked him as she walked up to stand before him.
“Your name and number so that I can call you,” he said with confidence, tapping his fingertips against the top of the bar.
Zaria fought the urge to lean against the bar to be closer to him. The restaurant owner had a zero-tolerance policy against fraternizing with the patrons. “Just like that, huh?” she asked, fighting the urge to rub her hand atop his to stop the incessant drumming . . . and to touch him. Feel him. Experience him.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
“Hell, I want that too,” one of the men at the end of the bar said loudly.
Zaria saw Kaleb look down at him.
Uh-oh. “Well, gentlemen,” she said, addressing both, “the owner—my boss—doesn’t allow any of the workers to fraternize with guests, so that’s a polite no to both of you,” she said, gently using the rule that usually irritated the hell out of her.
Kaleb nodded in understanding as he rose to his feet. “Too bad,” he said, reaching out briefly to touch her hand. “I don’t want you to get in trouble.”
Zaria thought about never seeing him again. It didn’t sit right with her. But she didn’t want to cause a brawl, and the other man was looking on intently. “Thank you,” she said.
“I gotta go see my cousin Trey anyway,” he said before turning and walking out of the bar and out of her life.
Kaleb jumped to his feet as soon as she walked past security and into the dimly lit interior of Club Energy. After almost an hour and a half and two beers and six glasses of ice water, there she was. His eyes skimmed her body in her white shirt and black pants. Nothing could take away from appeal. The ample curve of her bosom. The long length of her legs. The wide breadth of her hips. Hips manufactured just for a man’s grasp to pull her lower body closer . . . and closer . . .
The music in the club was almost deafening as Zaria entered the double-level hot spot. She paused, looking through those dancing, those holding up the wall, and those just lounging with drinks at their tables watching the action.
Security let her know she had already missed Trey Songz’ performance, but that was fine because she was looking for another young and fine man with a body built to please.
There was sudden movement by the bar and she turned that way. I found him, she thought, her face lighting with a smile as she notched her head higher and made her way toward him.
They met somewhere in the middle of the distance between them. They both smiled at each other as the colored lights reflected on and off their faces, breaking up the darkness around them.
“I didn’t think you got my hidden message about coming here,” he said, following pure instinct and want by pressing his large and strong hands on her hips to pull her closer.
She shivered from his touch, bringing her hand up to grip his strong biceps through his shirt. “I almost didn’t,” she admitted.
“I’m Kaleb Strong, by the way.”
“Zaria. Zaria Ali.”
“Nice to meet you.”
“Same here.”
Four hours later, Kaleb lifted Zaria’s body up against his, before turning to press her back against the front door of her home. As he brought his hands down to cup her full buttocks, he brought his face in close to hers.
Zaria tightened her hold around his neck, feeling secure in his embrace as her eyes flitted over his face as if memorizing every detail. She tilted her chin up to trace the full outline of his mouth with the tip of her tongue, enjoying the way her body trembled. She laughed huskily as he pressed his mouth to the corner of hers. “Things are going so fast,” she whispered against his lips.
Kaleb leaned back to look down at her, liking how the porch light reflected like twinkling stars in her eyes. “We don’t have to do this,” he told her. Still he wanted her to want this moment.
He eased his hands up under her shirt to press against the warm skin of her waist and stepped back to let her down onto her feet.
She shook her head. “It feels like we have to,” she admitted, speaking her feelings. Her body felt alive and vibrant. His touch was like pure energy. His body like the most solid of foundations.
She kissed him again, deepening their connection as she pressed her tongue into his mouth to lightly stroke his own.
He moaned in regret when she turned in his embrace, pressing her head to the door as his hands came up to massage her aching nipples beneath her shirt. His hardness ached from wanting her as he fought the urge to press the length of it against her buttocks. Instead he shifted her hair and placed a hot kiss on her neck. “I want you,” he moaned against her ear.
Zaria felt completely light-headed and hot and flustered as she took her key from her pocket and unlocked the front door. Stepping away from him, she went inside the house and began to unbutton her shirt. “Come and get me,” she said.
Kaleb’s gut clenched as he stepped inside with his dick leading the way back to her. He used his foot to soundly close the door behind him.
CHAPTER 4
Zaria let her shirt fall to the floor in a puddle as Kaleb came forward and began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled it and his white tee over his head. She watched him closely as she hit the switch to bask the foyer with some soft light from above. She loved the smooth, flat hair covering his welldefined chest, the narrowing of his waist, and the hardness of his abdomen. The muscles of his arms flexed as he removed his pants and boxers.
“What exactly do you do to get a body like that?” Zaria asked as she stepped out of her pants and stood before him in a matching bra and panty set that was pure black lace and barely there.
Kaleb paused. His eyes locked on her. “Huh?”
Zaria laughed and eased her thumbs into the rim of her low-slung bikinis to pull them farther down on her hips until the top of her plump and bald mound was exposed.
Kaleb’s hooded eyes dropped to take in the move, to enjoy the tempting sight. “Shit,” he swore.
Zaria laughed low in her throat. “Focus, sugar,” she said teasingly as his dick lengthened away from his body.
Kaleb wrapped one strong hand around the thick base of his dick and cut his eyes up to her as he stroked it. “You focus, darling,” he countered with a wicked smile.
Zaria removed her thumbs, causing the bands of the bikini to lightly snap against her body. She tilted her head to the side as she unhooked her bra and removed it,
slowly letting it dangle from her finger. She felt her dark nipples harden in the cool air-conditioned room as she moved her shoulders back and forth to make the plump mounds jiggle a bit. The look on her face said touché.
“I’m all out of clothes, so you win,” he said, taking long strides and strokes to reach her.
Zaria worked her bikinis over her hips and then down her legs, kicking them away and standing before him naked. “I’m all out of clothes, so now you win.”
“Wow,” Kaleb said, drawing it out as his eyes took in the small star tattoo just above her plump and shaven V-shaped mound. Her body was amazing. Soft and curvy. Her breasts were full and heavy, not the Barbie-like stiff cones that defied gravity and reality. Her waist dipped in to help create the hourglass shape, but she lacked flat or six-packed abs that resembled his. Her legs were shapely and well toned but womanly.
Not the athletic build of a woman tied to her gym membership.
His dick hardened even more in his grasp.
Zaria turned and walked to the doorway of her bedroom. She looked over her shoulder at him. “I need to take a shower. Coming?” she asked, continuing into her bedroom, already knowing he was right behind her.
Still, the sudden smack on her ass surprised her.
The steam swirled around the shower stall as Kaleb enjoyed the feel of the hot water streaming against his back as he held Zaria’s face.
She smiled against his lips. “Do I look like Aunt Jemima with this scarf on?”
Kaleb lowered his forehead to hers with a chuckle. “No, but I wondered what the purpose was,” he admitted. “I would love to stand under the water with you and kiss you—”
Zaria looked alarmed. “I’m not getting my hair wet!”
Kaleb shook his head, smiling down at her and thinking she looked really pretty. “Don’t you have a hair dryer?”
“I wear weave—I don’t do them,” she said softly, her eyes twinkling as they continued to look at each other.
“That’s not your real hair?” Kaleb asked in disbelief.
Zaria laughed softly and shook her head. She reached up to stroke one of his hands before turning her face to kiss the center of his palm, then guiding it down her body to press against her breast. She shivered at the feel of his hands—the kind of rough hands of a man who worked hard for his money—against her flesh. “This is real,” she whispered as the steam rose between them.
Zaria guided his hand down her back to press against her fleshy backside. “And that’s real,” she moaned, lifting her head to expose her neck to his warm kisses.
Kaleb bent his fingers to tighten the grip, almost possessively. He moaned before he licked a trail from her chin to her collarbone.
Zaria felt weak. She shivered. “And this? This is very real,” she whispered into the steam as she eased his hand between her thighs to press against her moist lips. Her clit ached and she felt the wetness of her core as it pulsated thickly.
Kaleb massaged her swollen clit in a smooth circle before easing his index finger up inside her.
“Ah,” Zaria cried out sharply, arching her back and bringing both hands up to clutch blindly at his broad shoulders.
Kaleb brought his arm around her waist to hold her damp and trembling body securely as he stroked his fingers inside her moist, hot, and rigid walls.
Quickly—too quickly—Zaria felt that anxious shimmy through her body that alerted her she was about to climax. “No, don’t make me come,” she begged against his wet neck. “Not yet.”
Kaleb had to fight like hell to stop stroking her. He wanted her to come. He wanted to feel her release, see the rapture on her face and hear it in her cries. In that moment, he wanted that more than anything else in the world. Anything.
“Damn, we shoulda brought condoms in here,” he told her, lifting his head to look at her.
“Then let’s get to the condom,” Zaria said.
Finally, and with much reluctance, he freed his finger and used his now-free hand to open the glass shower door. He scooped her up into his arms and stepped out of the stall, surrounded by steam.
Zaria wrapped her arms around his neck as she pressed kisses to his strong neck, enjoying the scent of soap clinging to his skin as closely as she clung to him. He laid her down in the middle of her bed, looking down at her body as if he wished he could remember that moment forever and making her feel the same.
“I’ll be right back,” Kaleb said, turning to stride out of the room as if he wasn’t as naked as the day he was born, with his manhood pointing away from his body like a fifth appendage. A very large appendage.
Zaria stretched out in the middle of the bed, lifting her arms high above her head to untie the scarf and fling it over the bed to float to the floor. She fought the urge to rush back to the dressing table in her bathroom to slap on some lip gloss and a coat of mascara. And good thing because seconds later, Kaleb strode back into the room, his erection now secured with latex as tight as a second skin.
As if by pure instinct, her legs spread apart, her painted toes going in two different directions in a silent invite to him and his dick—something she definitely thought needed a name of its own. Something mighty and strong like Thor . . . or Apollo.
Kaleb climbed between her legs, grabbing one around the ankle to raise it so that he could kiss her foot. Her ankle. Her calf. The soft skin behind her knee. And then her thigh.
He felt her body quiver. He raised his eyes to look at her and reveled in the way her head was flung back, her eyes closed, and her mouth slightly parted as she panted a little.
On he went with his warm kisses and delicates licks. Farther up her thigh. To the top of the plump mound to suckle the tattoo that had teased and taunted during her strip show.
“Aah,” she cried out weakly, grabbing her plush pillows with tight fists.
He licked around her belly button, enjoying the softness of her abdomen as he blew a stream of cool air against it.
“That feels sooooooo good,” she said, biting her bottom lip.
And so he did it again.
“Mmmm.” She squirmed. “I think you just discovered my hot spot.”
And once more.
“Whoo.”
He kissed a trail up to the valley of her breasts and suckled the warm spot as he stretched his body down over hers. His dick now pressed against the top of her left thigh, the hairs on his chest and his bronzed skin against her belly. He brought his hands up to grasp the sides of her breasts, bringing them in close together before he nuzzled his face against them and then captured one brown, taut nipple in his mouth.
Zaria grasped the back of his head, his soft silver hairs tickling against her palms as she arched her back off the bed. His tongue flickered around and against one nipple . . . and then the other . . . and then both.
“Shit,” she swore, her clit jumping to renewed life.
Kaleb suckled her nipples deeper into his mouth, giving them all of his attention as he drew on the pleasure written all over her face and in the subtle changes to her body. He wanted to please her. He wanted to make sure that long after the night was over, she would never forget him and what he did to and for her. He wanted to make an impression. He wanted to set the bar high for anyone who dared come behind him.
Zaria pressed her hands against his shoulder, but she met resistance.
Kaleb lifted his head from her breast and looked up at her. “Just lie back and let me do this,” he said deeply, then shifted up to settle his body on hers, his face directly above hers.
“I like to give as good as I get,” she whispered.
Kaleb smiled as he lowered his head. “Next time,” he promised.
Zaria wrapped her legs around his back. “Who says there will be a next time?” she asked saucily.
Kaleb captured her mouth in a kiss as he slid his hands beneath her body to cup her ass and lift her hips high, working his own hips to probe her open core with his thick tip. He broke the kiss just long enough to say, “I’ll make sure of
it right now.”
And as he plunged his tongue into her mouth, Kaleb entered her swiftly.
Zaria’s eyes widened at the hardness of him against her walls. “Wait, wait, wait,” she begged, her heart pounding wildly in desire and a bit of fear. Oh. My. God.
Kaleb paused. Just a few inches of his dick was planted within her. The thick vein running along the length of him throbbed as rapidly as his heartbeat. He dropped his head to her shoulder, his breathing ragged as he fought for control. As he fought the primal urge to give in to the sweet goodness he found inside of her, wanting to fill her with every thick inch until no air could touch it.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered against her neck. “Am I hurting you?”
Zaria kissed the hollow of his throat, tasting the saltiness of his sweat as she lightly dragged her fingertips from the top of his square buttocks up to the small of his back and then up to his broad shoulders.
“Your hands feels good,” he admitted.
Zaria smiled before she kissed a path from the base of his neck to his shoulder. “Your dick feels good.”
Kaleb turned his head and nuzzled her cheek. “You ready?” he asked thickly, hoping that she was. Wanting to feel more of her. The heat. The wetness. The tightness. All of it coupled with the energy between them was making him feel wild and hungry for her.
Zaria uncrossed her legs and opened them wide, causing her buttocks to shift a bit higher in the air and widening the opening to her core to him. For him. For it.
Kaleb kissed her, gently sucking her tongue and massaging the soft flesh of her buttocks to both please and distract her as he continued to enter slowly. And finally when he felt her adjust around him, accepting him, he entered her fully with one swift thrust.
Both of their bodies went still as they clutched each other tightly.
Zaria wrapped her ankles over the backs of his knees as she felt his hard heat pulsing inside of her. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
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