by Candace Shaw
“Wait a minute. You would’ve sent your big brother over to have a conversation with me?” he asked half laughing, but half scared of her answer.
She smirked. “I guess we’ll never know.” She patted his cheek and went back to the table.
They continued to work in silence for a while, taking short breaks to rest their hands and to make sure they wouldn’t mess up.
“The last one,” she said tossing it in the basket with the other two-hundred and forty nine bottles of bubbles.
“We did a good job,” he said, reaching across the table and giving her a high five. “Maybe we should go into the wedding business. I think we’ve done more work than the wedding planner.”
“I know, right?” She took the basket and set it on the dining room table before grabbing the packs of bird seed along with the box of tulle bags. “So since you were being Dr. Nosey, what about the women you’ve dated since me?” She slid back into her chair, sipped her drink, and then downed it.
A slow grin crossed his face. “I was wondering when you were going to ask me.”
Leaning back, she closed her eyes for a second and breathed in deep. “Go ahead.”
“Well, let’s see. I met a nurse during my residency. We just hung out, you know. Then there was this other girl. She was cool. We dated until I moved back to Memphis.”
“What happened?”
“She didn’t want a long distance relationship. About a few years ago, I was in a serious relationship. She kept pressuring me into marrying her, showing me rings and talking about how many children we would have. Shelbi thinks my ex was trying to get pregnant because she kept forgetting to take her pill on time or not at all.”
“Why didn’t you marry her?”
“She wasn’t you.”
*****
Yasmine breathed out a sigh of relief at his answer. Over the years, she’d always wondered about his dating life. Was he in love? Was he married? And when she found out he wasn’t married—why wasn’t he married? She secretly wanted to believe that she was the reason. That he still loved her. That he couldn’t possibly marry another woman because like her, his heart was somewhere else.
“Come here,” she whispered in a sexy voice.
A sly smile crossed his face as he pulled her out of the chair and into his arms.
Cannon’s mouth hurriedly, seductively imprisoned hers. His arms squeezed around her, drawing her against his hard frame. She happily welcomed the feel of his exploring tongue on her lips as he delved in even more. Wave after wave of pure bliss charged through her body, awakening the long-buried passion she had for him. Her mind and soul sank deeper into the kiss, and she thought she would fall into an unconscious abyss from the force. Her fingers clutched his shoulders for support, and her heart was ready to explode out of her chest with an abnormally fast pounding.
He clamped one hand in her hair, coaxing her further into him. Her mouth willingly opened even more to allow both of them better access. Their tongues and hearts danced with each other, heightening to a level of intensity that she’d never experienced before, including with him, for she’d never needed him as she needed him now. She’d missed him, and she wanted him to know just how much.
She pushed him toward the couch in the keeping room. He lifted his mouth briefly from their kiss and a half grin inched up his jaw.
“Are you in control, Yaz?” he breathed against her lips.
“Shhh, be quiet.” She shoved him back on the couch and straddled him, claiming his lips once more before he said anything else.
But he stopped their kiss and lowered his gaze to the open part of her blouse. His finger traveled down her face to her neck. Yasmine fought to push down the shudder that tore through her as his eyes held hers in a knowing, sensual connection. Cannon’s fingers explored her neck, circling around to the spot. His spot. Yes! She’d longed for his touch there, and her pulse sped up as he caressed it while his gaze stayed on her in a serious expression. He unbuttoned her blouse, placing kisses down her skin as he unfastened each button. He eased the blouse off her, which she happily threw across the kitchen.
Her breathing became unsteady as he lowered his lips to her exposed collarbone and journeyed a scorching path in between her breasts. His fingers still massaged the back of her neck, inching up into her hair, causing her to finally exhale after having been without him for so long. He unhooked the front snap on her bra to expose her breasts. Her eyes fluttered shut as she absorbed the heat of Cannon’s mouth on her skin. She’d dreamed of remembering to know once again what it was like to be intimate with the only man she truly loved. Cannon had been the one to make her feel alive. Exquisite. Loved. Beautiful. Yasmine knew she said she wanted to take it slow with him this time around, but the aching she had for him, she could no longer control herself in his presence. The way his skilled tongue explored her breasts teasing, sucking, nibbling on her pebbled nipples, sent trembling sensations from her head all the way down to her pink toenails. She must’ve been insane if she thought she was actually going to wait three months to make love to him. Hell, she’d waited twelve years. That was definitely torture long enough.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Angel face,” he said in a rough, sexy voice that sent heat to escalate through her veins. “I’m going to show you just how much I’ve missed you for the rest of the night. Maybe some of tomorrow morning as well.”
He claimed her lips once more in a raging, commanding kiss, taking the breath of out her lungs. She lifted his sweater over his head and tossed it on the floor with her blouse. The scent of him mixed with his soap from his recent shower, whiffed into her nose, and she wanted him to take her right now on the couch. She pressed herself against his rock bare chest, feeling the intensity of his heartbeat against her body, and kissed his lips with the pent up urgency that had been buried in her for so long. His hands clenched her butt cheeks as he lifted her off of the couch and flipped her onto her back, his lips never leaving hers. He laid on top of her, moving his hands over her body and down to the belt of her jeans. His lips broke off from hers, which caused a pleading moan to escape from her lips. However, when his tongue glided down her neck, she was thankful that his lips were still on her.
With her belt out of the way, he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them down with one hand as he moved his lips and other hand down to her breasts. She wiggled free of the jeans followed by her socks. His heated gaze raked over her naked body, and she knew that intense familiar stare. There wouldn’t be much foreplay. He wanted her right then.
He slid his body on top of hers and lowered his lips to hers once more, but this time it was a slow, sensual pace. He dug his hands into her hair as she wrapped her legs around his trim waist. Her hands traced his clean shaven face, moving up to his hair while their sensual kiss turned up a few notches with every moan from her. They continued swallowing each other’s moans while trying to press their bodies as close as possible to each other. The heat radiating from his body mixed with her own heat, made her feel as if she was in a kiln, and she knew from experience with him, it was only going to get hotter. If the smoke detectors in the kitchen went off, she wouldn’t be surprised.
He continued the assault on her lips, deepening the kiss as his hand moved in between them and down to her aching center that was already wet with passion for him. With one finger, he circled around the little rose bud, and she let out a cry of ecstasy. Cannon knew just the right way to touch and kiss every inch of her, and she shook with the pleasure of knowing that her neglected body would finally be satisfied again by the one man that made her his years ago. No one since him knew what the hell they were doing. Cannon had always focused on her enjoyment with every kiss and touch. He’d always made her feel as if she was the only one in his life. As if she was the only woman he’d ever made love to.
As his finger twirled around her climatic spot, the need of wanting him to go even lower surged through her. She ran her fingers down his smooth back, erupting a low moan from him
. She wasn’t the only one that remembered turn on spots, and moved her lips from his mouth to the side of his neck up to his ear to nibble and lick it.
“Damn,” he whispered. “I know you’re trying to …”
She sucked on his ear, lightly squeezing the skin between her teeth. “Trying to what?” she asked slyly as she knew exactly what she was doing.
Instead of answering, he lowered his finger, gliding through the folds of her vagina lips and into the opening of what she craved for.
“Mmmm … yes, that’s what I want … for now.”
“Goodness … I … know,” he stammered out as she slid her tongue down his neck.
“I missed you, Cannon. I want you so bad.” She gyrated her hips against the hardness that was protruding through his jeans. Her body trembled as she remembered just how endowed he was.
“And you’re going to have me,” he said with his lips on hers. “I just want to enjoy you a little more before I take you into the bedroom.”
He entered another finger, and a moan she didn’t recognize as her own voice echoed throughout the room. Her back arched, and she held onto his neck, unable to restrain the surges shooting through her as he sped up his fingers in an attempt to give her the first of many orgasms that he was going to bestow upon her.
“We can make love right here,” she breathlessly said. “I don’t care where. I just need to feel you inside of me again.” She sounded like a drug addict looking for the next hit, but she didn’t care. She had to have him, especially if he kept pumping his fingers—which were becoming slicker with every second—faster.
He kissed the top of her forehead and inched down to her neck.
“I need you in my bed.” A guttural groan escaped his throat. “Dreamed about making love to you in my bed. Trust me, I want you so freaking bad.”
The bulge in his jeans pressed even more against her, confirming the truth in his words.
More unfamiliar sounds came out of her as she moved her hips against his fingers, feeling every single sensation ravage through her.
“Oh, Cannon … please … Yes! Keep …”
She felt herself falling off of the couch as she tried to hold onto his neck, but she slipped off as he continued to wreak pure blissful havoc on her. He managed to still be on the couch, her legs wrapped around him as he sat on the edge staring down at her with a hungry lust in his eyes.
“Is it good, baby?”
“Yes … so damn good.” Her right leg began to tremble, and he smiled knowingly.
“Are you about to come for me, baby?” His voice was low and hard, and she loved the sound. She loved when he was in the danger zone because that meant he was going to give it to her so good she wouldn’t be able to walk straight afterwards. She couldn’t believe she’d been deprived from this type of ecstasy for so long. No wonder she was begging this man.
“Goodness … yes!” She turned her head from side to side, pumping her hips up to him, as both of her legs began to shake with sensations soaring from her womanhood. He moved her legs from around him, and leaving them on the couch, he slid down to the floor. Placing his forehead on hers, his fingers still worked their magic.
“I want to hear you.”
She could only nod her head because the explosive vibrations were building up, ready to burst.
“Awwww ... yes … baby …” She managed to stumble out with some other words she didn’t comprehend, but who cared? She needed to get out the electric shock waves that tore through every cell in her body. She held onto his neck for dear life for she was floating. The floor was no longer underneath her—just complete air surrounded her.
“I … whhhhat … I mean … wherrrre?” She tried to talk, but for some reason the English vocabulary had left her and was replaced by gibberish.
He chuckled. “Are you tongue tied?”
She simply nodded. Burying her head in his chest, she closed her eyes. As her breathing returned to almost normal, she felt herself once again floating on air. She opened eyes and realized Cannon was carrying her upstairs.
“Where are we going?”
“Heaven.”
*****
Cannon laid Yasmine down on the bed, kissing her softly, but she pulled him deeper into her mouth with erotic passionate kisses and dragged his body on top of hers. She hastily fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. He wasn’t surprised with her actions. He knew after the episode downstairs, she wouldn’t be able to contain herself and would want him right then and there.
He stood and pulled down his pants along with his boxers, his erection pointing toward her, hard as a flag pole. She sat up on her knees and kissed the middle of his chest, as he caressed her hair. She made little circles with her warm tongue around his nipples and ran a hand down to his other cannon as she always called it.
His original mission was to take it slow, but her tongue was changing his mind. He pushed her back onto the bed and pinned her hands to the mattress with one of his hands as the other one fumbled under the pillow. He pulled out a condom pack and tossed it on the other side of her before taking possession of her lips in an aggressive manner. She wrapped her legs around his waist and thrust her hips up to him.
“Is that a hint?” he asked with his lips on hers.
She managed to wiggle out one of her hands away from his and reached out to grab the condom.
“Yes,” she answered in a breathless whisper as she opened the packet and handed it to him. He sat up and secured the protection. He raised her legs around his waist as her body shook with anticipation.
He kissed her lips, gliding his tongue across the bottom one before sinking it into her mouth once more, drawing impatient moans from her. His hands raked down the side of her body and rested on her hips. In one swift move, he was halfway nestled inside of her and an exhaling moan escaped her lips. She wiggled her hips as he slid the rest of the way in. A single tear fell down her cheek, and he kissed her softly as an amazing smile spread across her face.
“I’ve hated being without you,” she said.
“I know, baby. Me too.”
He began to move at a slow tempo so she could accommodate his size again. Her muscles were tightening around him with every stroke, and the deeper he indulged, the tighter her walls became. She met his rhythm, reaching her hips up to meet and sink him down into her. He watched her face evolve into beautiful expressions of ecstasy, and her moans escalated throughout the room, all of which caused him to speed up his pace.
“I was wrong earlier,” he said in her ear. “I’m not going to show you all night how much I’ve missed you. I’m going to show you for the rest of my life because that’s how long it will take.”
“Promise?”
“Goodness, yes!” His body began to buckle and become undone with every stroke and moan from her. He wanted their first time after so long to be longer, but neither could contain their need for each other as they both climaxed at the same time, their cries of love for each other filling the room.
Hours later they lay intertwined on the top of the sheets after a few more rounds of lovemaking. He looked down and smiled as Yasmine rested peacefully on his chest. He ran his hand through her short hair, which thanks to all of their sweating, was half straight and half curly. She let out a soft moan, causing his semi-awake erection to awaken a little more. He pulled her closer into his embrace and smiled as he remembered she was sleeping in his shirt, which he had always found quite sexy. The top two buttons were undone, and the shirt had risen up around her stomach exposing her plump, bare bottom. She scooted closer to him, and he realized she may be cold since the covers were around her knees. He reluctantly pulled the cover up to her forearms, and she softly moaned and stirred in his arms.
“You’re awake?” she asked.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
“Mmmm…what time is it?”
“It’s a little after midnight.”
“You know we aren’t done right?”
“You can go again?” H
e sat up with his newfound energy.
She chuckled. “Perhaps, but I was referring to the wedding favors. There’s about five pounds of bird seed waiting to be wrapped in tulle.”
He smacked his lips together and popped her butt. “We’ll get to that later. But tell me something. I’m a little curious to know the last time you … um … had sex.”
She sat up and thumped his forehead and wrinkled her nose in a cute smile. “Why are you being so nosey, Dr. Nosey?”
“Okay, I don’t really want to know, but well you were quite tight the first time and the more I went in, the tighter. It was like unexplored territory, which is a good thing …” he said, grinning.
She straddled him, shaking her head and laughing. “Get that goofy, smug grin off of your face. Let’s just say not only are you the best I’ve ever had, you’re also the …” her voice trailed off as she planted a kiss on his mouth.
He slapped her butt cheeks and gave her a cocky smile. “Figures.”
She reached under the pillow and pulled out three more condom packs. “And why were all these condoms under your pillow?” She plopped them down on his chest and sat up with her arms crossed, raising a teasing eyebrow.
“Because, woman,” he said, flipping her over on her back, bringing out a laughing gasp from her, “I placed them there after my shower. You came in my house fine as Argentine wine in those sexy white skinny jeans. Besides, it was written all over your face when I opened the door.”
She pinched him playfully on the arm. “You tricked me. Opening the door practically naked. I’ve been hot and bothered all night.” She ran her hand down to his fully aroused erection and gave it a strong stroke. “Looks like someone is ready to go again.”
“Of course. I’m the best you’ve ever had.”
Chapter Nine
“Wow. This is your parents’ new home?” Yasmine asked as they pulled up into the long, winding driveway of a two story colonial-styled brick home with tall white columns on the front porch. The Arrington’s were having a family cookout since it was a beautiful spring day, and their parents had just returned from a two-week European vacation and wanted to see their children.
