Page 48 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
He exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding his breath. Then he leaned down and kissed me, soft at first, then deeper when I melted into him.
“Then come inside,” he murmured against my lips. “Let me show you how much I want you, too.”
He led me up the walkway to his front door, his hand never leaving mine. Inside, the house was even more stunning, all clean lines and expensive furniture. It gave exactly what I thought it would.
“This is beautiful,” I said, looking around.
“It’s about to be,” he said, turning to face me on demon time. The way he looked at me made me forget how to breathe again. He always looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
He stepped in, one hand slipping behind my back, pulling me flush against him. The tension between us snapped tight, magnetic and damn near combustible.
“Sametra, you so fucking beautiful,” he said, my name falling from his juicy lips. “I’m finna tear this pussy up.”
And then he was kissing me again, and I was kissing him back, and nothing else mattered except this moment, this man, and the way he made me feel like I was exactly where I belonged.
Having Sametra in my home felt unreal. After months of stolen glances and patio conversations, seeing her barefoot in my kitchen, wine glass in hand, like she was home did something to me. I was trying to play it cool, but my heart was showing out. She didn’t even know she was the first woman I’d ever brought here. Not a hotel. Not a quick pull-up.
Here. Where I laid my head!
That meant something.
I watched the way she moved, easy but cautious, like she didn’t wanna touch too much. Like she wasn’t sure if she had permission to settle in. And that made me want to hand her every key I owned, literally and otherwise.
The drive over had been torture. Every time I glanced at her in the passenger seat with her legs crossed, dress riding up just enough to make my dick stir, her scent filling my car, I had toremind myself to focus on the road. She kept stealing glances at me also, and the tension between us was thick enough to cut.
But now that we were here, alone, I needed to make sure we were on the same page.
“Aye, you here for the right reason, right?” I had to ask, even though I prayed I didn’t offend her. I needed her to know that I didn’t do anything expecting something in return. The car was from the heart, period. “I mean, the car, that wasn’t about tonight. That wasn’t some transaction. It’s yours whether you fuck with me or not. You understand that, right?”
She leaned against the island in my kitchen, and the look in her eyes made all the blood rush to my dick. I stood up a little taller. “Malik, you think I’m here because you bought me a car?”
“Nah, but I just…I don’t know. I want to make sure. This is my first time on some shit like this.”
“It’s mine too, so how about we just figure it out together.”
“I need you to know that gift had nothing to do with what happens between us. I wanted to take care of you because that’s what I do for people I care about. Not because I expected you to...”
“To what? Sleep with you?” Her voice was soft, but there was something in it that made me step closer. She slid off the stool and moved toward me.
“Yeah.”
She was close enough now that I could smell her perfume, see the gold flecks in her brown eyes, feel the heat radiating from her skin. “Baby, I’m here because I want to be. Because you make me feel things I forgot I could feel. Because when you touch me, I forget my own name.” Her hands found my chest, fingers spreading across my shirt. “The car is beautiful, and thoughtful, and I’m grateful. But that’s not why I’m standing in your kitchen right now. Well, not the only reason but I gotta throw this pussy on you a little for the car, you earned that. I’m a big girl.”
A giggle escaped her lips and relief flooded through me so fast it was almost dizzying. She stood on her toes to kiss my lips softly. It started as a gentle peck, then slowly transformed into something deeper as our tongues found each other. I gripped her hips and lifted her onto the granite island behind her. Her dress rode up, exposing her thick brown thighs, and I stepped between her legs, my hands trailing up smooth skin.
“How much fun you trying to have tonight?” I asked against her lips. She smiled and pulled me closer with her legs.
“A lot. The most fun I’ve ever had.”
I nodded, fighting every urge to lean her back and eat her pussy right here on this island. But I wanted to take my time with her. By the time she left here, she’d be massaged, moisturized, worshipped, and thoroughly sucked and fucked. I had all night, but damn, she smelled so good, and her soft skin had my hands itching to lift those thighs and place them on my shoulders. She’d mentioned it had been a while, so I’d go slow, savor every moment. But I was tasting her before the night was over with.
“C’mere,” I said, picking her up like she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around my waist, trusting me completely not to drop her. I held her securely in my arms as she kissed my lips, the warmth from her pussy pressing against me, made my dick throb. She gasped when I adjusted my grip, one hand cupping the back of her thigh as we moved upstairs.
I set her gently on her feet in my bedroom, watching as she took in my space. The room was all open with a black, white, and silver rug covering dark hardwood floors, a king-size platform bed with charcoal linens, floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city and its beautiful mountains. The sitting area with leather chairs positioned near a fireplace and a big ass TV that I barely watched was my favorite. My walk-in closet wasvisible through the open doors, organized, and everything in its place.
“Your home is beautiful, Mali,” she said, running her fingers along the smooth edge of my dresser.
“That’s a new one. I like it,” I said, unable to hide my smile at the new nickname. “And thank you. Get comfortable. My crib is your crib.”
