Page 60 of Crash: Love in Scrubs
“You’re really trying to wife me up, aren’t you?” I whispered.
“Absofuckinglutely, you finna be stuck with me through all the good, bad, and ugly, but you knew that already.”
I looked into his eyes, seeing nothing but honesty and intention. This man who’d already proven himself with actions, not just words was mine, heaven sent,for me.
“I’m ready,” I said softly.
“Good,” he said, leaning down to kiss me slowly, thoroughly. “Because I plan on loving you for a very long time, Sametra Andrews.”
“Future Mrs. Holloway, you mean?” I teased, remembering his earlier declarations.
“Damn right, my bad. How could I let that slip?” he grinned against my lips.
As we sat there under the stars, wine forgotten, holding each other close, the puzzle felt complete. This wasn’t just about falling in love anymore. This was about building a life.
“Stay the night,” I said suddenly.
“You sure? What about Samaj?”
“He’s almost eighteen, and he likes you. Besides,” I traced patterns on his chest through his shirt, “I want to wake up next to my boyfriend tomorrow morning.”
His eyes darkened at the word boyfriend, and I could feel his body respond to my touch.
“In that case,” he murmured, standing and lifting me with him, “let me show you how much I love being your man.”
And as he carried me toward the house, I realized I was finally ready to stop being afraid of happiness. I deserved good morning texts, dinner dates, good sex, flowers just because, someone who showed up when they said they would…all the things. And lucky for me, I had a man who would ensure I had all that and then some.
He set me down gently once we were inside, his hands immediately finding my waist as he backed me against the patio door.
“We need to seal it with a kiss,” he said, that romantic side of him making the hopeless romantic in me scream and squeal like a schoolgirl whose crush finally looked at her.
“My girlfriend,” he murmured against my lips, like he was testing how the word felt.
“Your girlfriend,” I confirmed breathlessly, my hands sliding up his chest to loop around his neck.
He pulled back just enough to look at me, his eyes filled with heat and mischief. “How many you got for me tonight?”
“As many you’re trying to give me,” I challenged, feeling bold and reckless in the best way.
His smile was devious as he lifted me again. This time I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me toward my bedroom. He pressed me against the door frame and whispered, “Then we’ll have to be quiet, baby. Can’t wake up, Samaj.”
This man was insane if he thought I could stay silent through what was about to transpire. He brought earth-shattering responses out of me that had me seeing stars.
“It’ll be fun,” he whispered.
Things started off slow. A kiss here. A kiss there. Tender touches in the shower, whispers of all the freaky shit he wanted to try, but that didn’t last long. Malik turned it up a notch, lifting my leg in the shower and sliding in. I hissed lowly.
“Good,” he whispered, his hand slipping around my throat from behind. My eyes fluttered shut as his mouth found my ear, teeth grazing the skin just enough to make me shiver. The sound of water drummed against his back while he moved inside me with slow, deliberate strokes. The only thing louder than the shower was the soft, wet rhythm of us every inch he gave, every inch I took.
Silently, I allowed this man to tap on my G-spot. My walls tightened as I began to reach my peak. His hand moved to gently cover my mouth. My spine tingled, my toes curled, and my back arched more. The fact that I couldn’t scream raised my pleasure through the roof. Waves of pleasure crashed over me. I felt like I was floating as I collapsed. I discovered a new kind of intimacy. The kind that required restraint, focus, and complete trust in each other. I’d kill a bitch if he ever decided to share this.
Hours later, as I lay curled against his chest, completely spent, still trying to catch my breath. The room was quiet except for the steady rhythm of his heartbeat under my cheek. My body was sore in the best way possible. What we shared wasn’t just sex, it was communion. A release and a conquering.
“I love you,” I whispered into the darkness, the words slipping out before I could stop them.
His body stilled beneath me for just a moment before his arms tightened around me.
“I love you too, Sametra,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
