Show Me How to Love

by Synithia Williams

  They barely crossed the threshold before he spun her around and picked her up. She giggled, and for once didn’t care about making the juvenile sound. She trailed kisses across the slight shadow of hair on his strong cheek, breathed in the seductive aroma of his cologne, tasted the sweetness of the skin along his neck with her tongue and light nips with her teeth.

  Andre sprinted down the hall to the living room. Unceremoniously dropped her to her feet before balling the hem of her sweater in his hands and jerking it over her head. Every hitch of his breath, flare of the nostril, and lick of the lips as he frantically revealed her nakedness made Mikayla thrust out her chest and part her legs for his pleasure. His admiration made her feel sexy, feminine. As if the most important thing in the world to him was making love to her. By the time she stood naked before him, she didn’t care about slowly removing his clothes. She just wanted Andre naked.

  He helped her pull his shirt over his head and pushed her hand away so he could slide his jeans and underwear down his lean muscular legs. When he stood before her, the lightening rod of his dick standing straight out and center, she grabbed his hand and hauled him to her.

  They fell in a tangle of limbs on the couch. Andre’s hot naked body covered her front; the chair’s slick leather pressed into her back. Grasping her waist, Andre pulled her up until her breasts bounced before his face. Thick warm lips closed around her hardened nipple. She gripped his shoulders and arched her back. Never before had foreplay felt this good or made her so aware of the pleasure of skin against skin.

  His hips pushed side to side, spreading her legs so that the flat plane of his stomach rubbed against her wet clitoris. Pleasure exploded across her skin. A gasp burst from her lips. He sucked her nipple deeply, switched to the other breast, and moaned. The sound a rumble that resonated deep in her midsection. He reached between them and long fingers parted the swollen folds between her legs.

  Mikayla’s fingers dug into his arms. “Oh yes!”

  He took his time exploring and gliding against every fold of her sex. His thumb traced wide circles around her clitoris. Lithe fingers smoothed both the inside and outside of her lower lips. Teasing her opening, outlining the edge before slowly feeding her heat one long finger at a time.

  The carnal massage felt good. Great! Fantastic! But she wanted more. She leaned up and reached for his penis, but her body jerked when he wiggled his fingers inside of her and lightly took her nipple between his teeth.

  Her legs quivered. An orgasm looming. No, not yet. “Andre, please.”

  He lifted away and pulled her to the edge of the couch, settling himself on his knees between her legs. He pushed her knees out, exposing her completely. He licked, then bit, his lower lip as he stared down at her exposed sex. She lifted to her elbows, motioned with her head for him to come closer. Slowly, he leaned forward and kissed her. Not with the urgency he had before, but reverently. Cementing their connection.

  The full girth and weight of his dick pressed against her slippery center. She shifted her hips and her clitoris rubbed against his rigid flesh. He groaned, took the back of her head in his hand, and rocked against her. The smooth pleasure of his sex as it glided across the wet nub of her clit radiated to every cell in her body. Needy fingers sank onto his muscular arms and she ground her slick heat against him.

  Back and forth, back and forth, he rubbed. Trembles racked their bodies. Her toes curled into the carpet. Andre’s hips shifted further back and the wide tip of his penis tumbled down to her dewy opening.

  Mikayla’s head fell back. “Oh my, God!”

  Andre froze. “Damn, you make me want to...”

  All it would take, was a shift of her hip and he’d slide in. Their gazes collided. He wanted to. Tension tightened every hard muscle pressed against her. Mikayla bit her tongue to keep from telling him to do it.

  He pushed away and reached for his pants and pulled a condom out. Once he covered himself, he turned back and spread her legs open. Slowly, and to the hilt, his long thick erection filled her. Sweat beaded along his face, a grimace that was both pleasure and pain marring his handsome features.

  “Touch yourself,” he said in a voice deeper and infinitely sexier in the throes of lovemaking. “Spread your lips, let me see while I’m inside you.”

  She hesitated, but the smoldering look in his eye pushed her to let go. She trailed her hand down her body to where they were joined. He pushed her knees further apart and licked luscious lips and stared down.

  “Use both hands.” He gritted out.

  Ignited by his desire, her other hand joined the first to open herself up to his view.

  “Yes, just like that. Damn, Mikayla, you look so good.”

  He let out a long sigh, bit his bottom lip, and started long slow strokes.

  One of his hands left her knee to gently grasp her breast. He alternated between kneading her fleshy mound and pinching her nipple. His head dropped back then fell forward again. Her body tightened, her toes once again curled into the carpet. Her heart rapped against her ribcage like a deranged woodpecker.

  She closed her eyes. Blocked out everything but the fullness of him inside her, the smell of his desire surrounding her, the sensual feel of her body pressed into the leather couch, and the awed way he moaned her name.

  Then he pulled out. Her eyes flew open. “Nooo, what are you doing?”

  “I’ve got to taste you.” His mouth closed over her center.

  She slapped the couch and cried out. Breathing, thinking, became difficult as his expert tongue lavishly attended to every inch of her trembling core. It was the most decadent thing ever. The way he grabbed her hips and lifted her, the carnal sounds of pleasure he made that rumbled through her body, and the pinch of his fingers as they dug into her body pushed her to the edge.

  A violent tremble shook her legs. Andre lifted his head, resumed his position, and slid his wonderful length back inside.

  The nerves in her body, already hypersensitive, vibrated with each deep, steady, push. “Andre! Yes!” she cried.

  The pace of his thrusts increased. He leaned forward until his body rubbed her clitoris with every push. That was all it took.

  An orgasm seized her muscles. Her eyes popped open. “Andre!” Wave after tremendous wave of pure ecstasy fell over her like spilled grains of sand.

  The rhythm slowed but didn’t stop. Prolonging her release. More and more trembles racked her body. Then, with a few solid thrusts, he shouted his release. Deep inside her his body jerked, sending more sprinkles of pleasure across her skin.

  He collapsed on top of her. Their sweat combined as he laid his head upon her breasts. She felt the pounding of her heartbeat throughout her body. Or was that his?

  Wrapping her arms around him, her hand traced across the back of his head. Incoherent thoughts swirled in her brain as she tried to regain composure.

  “I think…we both...deserve a cigarette,” she said between breaths.

  Andre’s laughter was a deep rumble against her body. He lifted his head a devilish smile on his face. “We may smoke several before the night is over.”

  CHAPTER 24

  “This week has been particularly terrible. What are we doing this weekend to recover?” Renee pinned her friend with a questioning glare.

  Mikayla inwardly cringed. She dropped a red-lined contract on Renee’s desk for further review. Outside of their bi-weekly Saturday morning hair appointment, the two barely had time to see each other away from work. Over the past six weeks, they’d been swamped with several new projects breaking ground in South Carolina and Georgia.

  She sat in the chair across from Renee’s desk, stretched her feet and kicked off her shoes. Usually, she wasn’t so informal, but her feet were tired from running around putting out fires all day.

  “Sorry, Renee, but I’m busy this weekend.”

  Renee rolled her eyes heavenward. She leaned back in her chair and flipped the bang from her face. “This thing isn’t over yet?” She whined like a vegan
at a bar-b-que buffet.

  “Nope,” Mikayla shook her head. “Not yet, so you might as well get used to it.”

  “I don’t know what you see in him.” Renee draped a well-toned arm on the hand rest of her leather executive chair and toyed with her diamond drop earrings that sparkled bright against her yellow Michael Kors blazer.

  “It’s been six weeks and in that time he’s been caring, generous, and an all-around good guy. If you got to know him—”

  “I don’t want to know him,” Renee’s tone was razor sharp.

  “He’s your cousin and we’re seeing each other. I don’t like having my only female friend roll her eyes and suck her teeth every time I say I’m going to be with my man.” Mikayla leaned forward and rested her hands on the edge of Renee’s desk. “Forget this stupid rivalry. It’s your dad’s fight anyway. Be happy for me.”

  Mikayla watched Renee with baited breath. The past few weeks with Andre were great despite the distance between them. He’d visited every weekend and even spent the past weekend with Mikayla, visiting her dad. Evan begrudgingly gave Andre his nod of approval after Andre identified what was wrong with the catalytic converter on her cousin Tyrone’s car. An accurate diagnosis that surprised both Mikayla and her dad.

  She was filled with all of the thrills that came at the start of a relationship. The one downside was Renee’s disapproval. Renee’s daily dire warning that everything would soon come to a devastating end were taking a toll on her patience. She no longer feared her friendship with Renee wouldn’t survive, but still she wanted Renee’s approval. What could she say, old habits die hard.

  “I want to be happy for you, Mikayla. You deserve to be happy. I just can’t see that happening with Andre.”

  “Why not?” She leaned back. “Because he and Ryan used to cheat with each other’s girlfriends? That was years ago. They’ve both moved on.”

  Renee flipped her bang again. “I don’t like Angelica.”

  “Well, don’t pin your hopes on a reconciliation between me and Ryan. We’ve come to a work truce, no less, no more. Whatever attraction there was is completely gone.”

  Renee’s eyes lit up. “So you admit there was an attraction. Ryan is convinced you were never attracted to him.”

  She rolled her eyes and stood. “You’re hopeless, Renee. I’m with Andre, and I really like him. I feel like I did with Brendan…but more. I want to see where this goes.”

  The fight left her friend’s eyes. A heavy sigh sagging her shoulders, Renee stood and walked around her desk. “If he hurts you—”

  “I know,” she said before Renee could finish.

  They hugged and Mikayla felt a small weight lift from her chest. This wasn’t a stamp of approval, but at least they were inching toward the right direction. When she left Renee’s office, Ryan and his dad came out of Philip’s office. Ryan waved her over.

  “Are you free Monday morning?” Ryan asked.

  She pulled her phone from her pocket to check the calendar and nodded. “I am, why?”

  Philip gave her a reassuring smile. “Because, we’d like to discuss the specifics of your new position before announcing the news in the staff meeting.”

  “New position?”

  Ryan smiled. “Congrats, Mikayla, we’ve agreed you’re the best person to run the acquisitions department.”

  She gaped at them, and then a smile fought its way across her lips. “Seriously? What about Dalmtrix?”

  Philip waved a hand. “The way, you worked with Ryan to turn the project around, proves you deserve the job. Congratulations, I couldn’t have picked anyone better.” He gave her a pat on the shoulder. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m running late for a meeting.”

  Mikayla turned to Ryan. “Did you do this?”

  “No,” Ryan said. “Dad came to me this afternoon. He always wanted you to have the position.”

  An excited laugh tumbled from her. “This is fantastic.”

  “I know, and once we find the blackmailer and get Dalmtrix back, everyone will know why you’re our new manager.”

  Her smile withered away. “How are we going to do that? Everyone, we asked, said they knew nothing. Including the Senator himself.” Mikayla hounded his secretary enough to finally get five minutes with him. His shifty eyes and sweaty palms told her he had lied. Whatever info the blackmailer had on the Senator must be good.

  Ryan wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “We’ll worry about that after Monday. Tonight we need to celebrate.”

  She laughed and was about to pull away when Angelica came down the hall escorted by Charity. Both of their eyes narrowed in on her wrapped in Ryan’s embrace. Mikayla hastily pulled away, but the damage was done. Once they announced her promotion on Monday, Charity would re-start rumors that she was considered because of her relationship with Ryan.

  “So what are we celebrating?” Charity stuck the tip of her tongue out the side of her mouth, as if she could taste the awkwardness in the air.

  “You’ll find out soon enough,” Mikayla said. She turned a tight smile toward Angelica, who hurried to Ryan’s side and linked her arm through his. “You all have a great weekend.”

  Ryan opened his mouth as if he was going to say something, but Angelica jerked on his arm and he closed his mouth. Mikayla smirked and turned away. She brushed past Charity and hurried down the hall to her office. It was past time to get out of the office and call Andre to firm up their weekend plans.

  Wrapping up the work week, she shut down her computer and organized a few files before grabbing her purse and rushing to the door. Angelica blocked her path just as she was about to walk out. Mikayla’s grip on her purse tightened.

  “It’s funny how the Caldwell men tend to want what they can’t have, isn’t it?” Angelica’s Parisian accent flowed past her lips like silk. She eyed Mikayla from head to toe. “But if we’re honest with ourselves, it’s how most men operate.”

  “What do you want, Angelica?”

  Angelica laughed and pushed past Mikayla into her office. The cloying smell of her thick perfume invaded Mikayla’s lungs. Angelica’s black and beige halter dress clung to her slim figure as she glided across the office with an effortless seductive walk. So effortless, Mikayla wondered if she’d earned a master’s degree in hip swinging.

  “I want what you have.” Angelica turned slowly and cocked her head to the side. “I didn’t think much when Andre and you hooked up. I mean you’re cute, but not really competition. For whatever reason, he’s stayed with you.”

  Frowning, Mikayla crossed her arms over her chest. “What about Ryan?”

  “Ryan is a very sweet boy, but we both know Andre is a man.” She strutted across the room. “I just thought it fair to warn you, before you get too wrapped up in this game. I will get him back.”

  “You haven’t contacted him since the mountains.”

  She raised her hands. “Oui, I thought he would contact me. I underestimated his attraction to you. But I won’t anymore.”

  Mikayla’s muscles trembled with the need to smack the smug smile off of Angelica’s face. One one-thousand, two one-thousand…She tried counting, telling herself things would be okay that this woman’s threat meant nothing. But beneath the anger, a very real discomfort settled like a lump of old oatmeal in her stomach. She tried to push her emotions aside, tried to be the bigger woman.

  She failed.

  Mikayla dropped her purse and took a step in Angelica’s direction. “Andre doesn’t give a damn about you, never did.”

  Angelica laughed. “I saw the receipt for the ring.”

  “Then why sleep with Ryan.”

  “Unfortunately, I found it after the Ryan closet debacle. Oh, don’t look so upset. You must have realized this little dalliance wouldn’t last long.” She arched an eyebrow.

  A knock on the door prevented Mikayla from responding. She turned to find Ryan standing at the door watching them curiously.

  His wary glance bounced between the two women. “Is everything okay
?”

  Angelica hurried around Mikayla and pressed against Ryan, “Oui, mon cher. Just girl talk.” She kissed his cheek. “Shall we leave?”

  Ryan glanced at Mikayla, then turned back to Angelica. When Angelica smiled up at him his eyes softened and he nodded.

  “See you later, Mikayla.” Ryan pulled Angelica out of the office.

  The lump of oatmeal began to swell.

  She shouldn’t feel bad for Ryan being used by that vulture, but she did. They’d been friends. Even though he’d done her terribly wrong, shouldn’t she do something?

  The harder question was, should Mikayla say anything to Andre. A cold sweat broke out over her skin. He’d said he only considered marrying Angelica because she made the perfect hostess. But who really considered marrying someone without feeling some sort of affection for them?

  Her phone vibrated. Absently, she pulled it out of her pocket and answered.

  “Hey you,” Andre’s baritone greeted her.

  She cleared her throat. Slowly she picked her purse off the floor and once again headed out of the office. “Hey you.”

  “I’m stuck at the office, and really I should be available in Greenville this weekend.”

  A lump of disappointment settled in beside the oatmeal. “Can’t make it this weekend?”

  “No, but I think it’s really a shame you’ve never seen my home. Come to Greenville.”

  She bounced on her feet. “Yes!”

  His deep laughter filtered through the phone. “Great. I’ll text you the address to my condo. We’ll spend the night there, and then tomorrow I’ll take you to my house in the country. Sound good?”

  “Sounds perfect. I’ll pack a bag and be on my way.”

  “Can’t wait. See you soon, baby.”

  His sweet words warmed her heart. To hell with Angelica and her childish games.

  CHAPTER 25

  Mikayla straightened her shoulder and gave herself a mental pep talk outside Andre’s condo door. No way would she let Angelica’s weak threat ruin her weekend. If she planned to trust what was between them, she’d have to also trust him. She knocked on the door.