Page 22 of Seasoned
“More sex?”
She arched an eyebrow but didn’t appear at all turned off by the suggestion. Matter of fact, her torso arched ever so slightly toward him. He was certain she didn’t even notice.
“More sex,” he confirmed.
He pulled her naked body atop his, and she slid a leg between his thighs. Her skin was so smooth and soft, he groaned.
“I realize I have more work to do. I’m not just trying to be the best white man you’ve ever had. I want to be the best sex you’ve ever had.”
“That’s going to take time and effort,” she said, running her fingertips through the hair at his temple.
“Guess what?” he whispered, pushing his thick fingers into her short hair.
“What?” she whispered back, eyes locked on his.
“I’ve got plenty of time, and I’m willing to put forth the effort.”
Tightening his fingers in her hair, he gently tugged back her head, and she moaned as his mouth connected with her arched throat.
10
Renee locked her front door and started the short trek across the grass to where Clive stood waiting, leaning against the passenger side of his truck with his feet crossed at the ankles. He looked absolutely scrumptious all dressed up—wearing dress shoes and tan slacks.
Since the first night they slept together, they had slept together three more times, but tonight he’d said he wanted to do something different. He invited her out to dinner. He wanted to go to his favorite burger joint—Stanley O’s Burgers near Ocean Beach. She’d tried to coerce him into visiting her favorite Mexican restaurant, Habanero, which she hadn’t been to in a while, but finally gave in because he spoke so highly of the burger place.
As she walked across the grass, he watched with a faint smile on his lips as if he couldn’t tear his eyes away and made her feel—not simply like an object of lust—but like a person who was deeply desired. Someone he wanted to spend time with. After three divorces, she wondered if there was something inherently wrong with her, but doubts about her appeal to the opposite sex wavered in his presence.
“I’m gonna have to beat off all the men in that place,” he commented, pushing off the truck.
Renee glided into his open arms and accepted his kiss. That was another thing about him. He was very affectionate, which she had to get used to. He thought nothing of reaching to hold her hand or dropping a random kiss to her neck. Men were usually affectionate in the early stages of a relationship, but she hadn’t been in the early stages of a relationship in quite a while—thirteen years, at least. So Clive’s behavior felt new and foreign, and she still wasn’t accustomed to it.
“And why is that?” she asked.
“Because you look so good and smell so good.” He twisted them around so that she was against the truck, and pressed his face to the crook in her neck. Doing a combination sniff-and-kiss, he made her skin tingle.
“Should I be worried about this wonderful burger joint you’re taking me to? We can still go to Habanero.”
“The minute you used the word fusion and paired it with the word Mexican, I knew that place wasn’t for me.”
“But the food is delicious,” she said, leaning toward him and pressing her hands against his chest.
“Uh-huh. Authentic, too, I bet.”
She shot him her signature look of disapproval usually reserved for her students. “The food is excellent and you’d know if you tried it.”
He leaned closer, casting a shadow over her and placing her in a little cocoon of heat. “Get in the truck, Buttercup. I’m starving, and when I get this hungry, I’m liable to eat anything in sight.”
His nostrils flared ever so slightly and the temperature in their little cocoon increased by fifteen degrees.
“You are so filthy.”
“I know. Don’t you just hate it?” His smoky voice dropped lower and his signature smirk appeared.
He dipped his head and she lifted her lips. No hands. No pressing against each other. Their connection was more erotic because they didn’t touch. The torture of deprivation enhanced the kiss as their mouths moved with familiar ardor against each other.
Finally, Clive groaned and yanked her flush against his body. He lifted his head and their breaths merged in the tiny space between.
“You know, we could put off eating and go back to your place,” he said in a husky, hungry voice.
