Page 21 of Call and Response

“Wow,” I exclaimed, bouncing to my feet, hands propped on my hips. “That’smean. Take it back.”

He scoffed. “I ain’t taking back shit—especiallynot the truth. Or you telling me you’veneverhad a nigga blowing up your line on thewhy you being weird to metip?”

“Never,” I declared. “I’m a wholesome young woman who wouldneverdo anything to invite that kind of dynamic around me.”

Noble smirked, his gaze raking over me in clear appreciation of what he saw before he shook his head. “Bullshit.”

“It’s not. And don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

I bit down on my lip, studying him for a moment. “Like the energy just shifted, and you’re… about to fuck me.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Is that what you think?”

“Am I wrong?” I challenged; eyes narrowed. “I’m not, usually.”

“I don’t think it’s only up to me,” he said, moving so he was at the edge of his seat on the couch.

Closer to me.

Eyes in line with my pussy.

“What?” I asked, distracted by the warmth of him, not even touching me, just…there.

And fine as hell.

“Whether or not we’re about to do that, it’s kind of a joint decision, right?”

“You’re stalling.”

“I’mwaiting,” he corrected.

“For?”

“An invitation.”

“That kinda makes me wanna say no.”

Noble’s eyes went wide, and he shook his head as he shuffled forward the last little bit that allowed him to touch me with ease, grabbing me at the thighs to urge me between his legs. “I’m the toxic one though?”

“Game recognize game,” was my rebuttal as I took the initiative to climb into his lap—once again, he was…right there.

Long, hard, andright there.

“This shit is messy,” Noble muttered against my mouth as soon as I brought my face in line with his. “With a very high chance of regret.”

“True, but it’s sexy,” I countered, briefly pulling his bottom lip between my teeth before I grinned. “The kinda shit you don’t ever forget.”

“That’s compelling, but are you sure?” He grabbed me at the hips, pulling me tighter against him. “Once we do this… it’s done.”

“Too much talking, not enough touching,” I groaned. “Don’t overthink it… let’s just have fun.”

He was nervous.

I could feel it.

If I had to guess though, it wasn’t about the act itself, but the possible aftermath.

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