Page 28 of Without You
She let him.
He slipped a hand inside her panties and stroked a long finger at the cleft between her legs. He swore softly. “You been standing here being cold to me, but you’re wet like this?”
When he pushed two fingers inside her, an involuntary gasp left her throat. She gripped his shoulders. He pushed the jeans lower and grabbed her bottom and squeezed. He hauled her against his body, and her arms slid around his neck.
Terrence licked her lower lip and then slid his tongue across the edge of her teeth. She moaned, raising up on tiptoe and seizing the pink snake between her lips. One hand caressed his wide neck and slipped up into his freshly cut hair.
“One time, Terrence. That’s it,” she whispered against his mouth.
He laughed softly, sexy and confident as he looked down at her from narrowed eyes dark with lust. He kissed below her jaw and shoved a hand into her hair. “I already know the kids won’t be home for hours. And you know good and well this ain’t no one-time afternoon.”
He covered her mouth, kissing her deep and hard. Her passionate response matched his. She rubbed her hips against him and let her hands smooth under his shirt and caress his warm, firm skin. She pressed closer, opening her mouth and tilting back her head to deepen the kiss.
He was right. Once wouldn’t be enough.
Not for a long time to come.
13
There was something about laying naked across the bed with your head on your man’s abs while he smoothed a firm hand from the base of your neck to the middle of your shoulder blades in a soothing, repeated motion. For the past five weeks, Terrence made the trip north of the city two nights a week to slip into the house undetected so they could make love.
Tonight made the third night for the week because tomorrow he left for Louisiana to film his part in another action film coming out next year. It was his biggest role to date, and not only was he excited, Charisse was excited too. This role could open up additional doors for him to enter into acting once he left music. The new challenge stoked his creative juices, and he now took acting lessons to hone his craft.
“You should come with me,” Terrence said.
“I would love too, but I have so much to do.”
“You don’t have to come out for the entire two weeks I’ll be there. Come out for a few days and stay at the Hilton with me. While I’m on set, you could go on sightseeing tours. You like history, so you could check out the Whitney Plantation. Isn’t that the one you said you wanted to visit one day? At night we could go out and try new restaurants, maybe do some dancing…”
All of that sounded enticing, but she had too much to do with the kids and the landscaping project she still needed to make a decision about. “I’ll have to see. Maybe I can come for a couple of days.”
He stroked the depths of his fingers through her messy hair, brushing the strands back from her face. “I’d like that.”
Before she could respond, the doorknob rattled. “Mommy, the door is locked.” The doorknob rattled again. “Mommy.” Her daughter’s pleading voice came through from outside in the hall.
Charisse’s head popped up and she looked at Terrence.
He let his head fall back against the headboard. “You gotta put a stop to this,” he said wearily.
“I know. But I have to let her in, which means you have to go.”
He stared at her. “I’m not leaving.”
“Mommy, the door is locked. I can’t get in.” Chelsea’s voice came louder.
“Yes, you are,” Charisse whispered. “We agreed we wouldn’t let the kids see you here at night. Coming, princess. Give me a minute.”
She scurried off the bed and picked up her silk robe from the trunk. “Chop, chop, hurry up. Go out the French doors and walk around the back to the front of the house.”
“This is ridiculous,” Terrence grumbled.
He got down off the bed, completely naked. She paused, ogling his toned back and admiring the way his dark skin glowed under the limited light in the room. His body, though not as tight as his younger days when he worked out all the time, still contained visible muscles that moved under his skin, and he had a beautiful behind that she gripped with talon-like force multiple times tonight when he’d given her toe-curling orgasms.
“Where are my shoes?” Terrence asked, slipping a foot into his jeans.
“I don’t know.”
Chelsea banged on the door. “Mommy!”
