Page 41 of Daring to Love You
She smiled and set down her coffee. “Just like a little kid.”
He shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a big kid at heart, but to answer your question, I’m allergic to mangoes. I also might have an intolerance to walnuts since they make me cough.”
“Interesting. What about other nuts?”
He shook his head. “Not that I can tell, but I don’t eat any of them too often. What about you? Any allergies?”
“None that I know of, and considering how I love to cook and eat, I’m glad I don’t have any.”
“Good to know. Now, going back to my original question. What’s on your mind?”
Dorian grinned. She had hoped he had forgotten. Apparently not. Good thing there was something else on her mind that was a safe topic.
“Remember how I’m supposed to cook dinner for you Thursday?”
Lynix groaned. “Come on! You can’t cancel on me. I was looking forward to having dinner with you.”
“I’m not exactly canceling. Just tweaking the plans a little. How do you feel about having dinner with me and our godbabies?”
When he didn’t respond, she glanced at him and laughed when she caught him frowning. Okay, having dinner togetherwould’ve been a nice, relaxing way to spend an evening. Having dinner while babysitting five-month-old twins? Not so much.
“It’ll be fun,” she insisted. “Zion has to travel to New York for work, and he wants to take Raven with him. My parents would keep the kids, but they’re going to Lake Geneva for a long weekend to celebrate their friends’ fiftieth wedding anniversary. Essence will be staying with the babies, but she has to work overnight Thursday. So I volunteered to watch them until she gets off work Friday.”
“And where do I come in?” Lynix asked, humor in his tone.
“You will come over and babysit with me. In doing so, you’ll earn an incredibly delicious home cooked meal that will have you licking your lips.”
He laughed. “That sounds great and all, but I’d rather lick your lips.”
Dorian’s mouth dropped open, but she quickly closed it as goosebumps scattered over her skin. Wow. She hadn’t expected him to say that. Her gaze immediately went to his lips, remembering how good they felt against hers each time they kissed.
“Umm, okay,” she said slowly as she tried to come up with a response. “I guess we can add that to the list of things to do that night.”
Her words sounded as unsure as she felt in that moment, knowing she shouldn’t be encouraging Lynix. Yet, the idea of licking lips, possibly leading to tongue aerobics, sounded exciting.
He chuckled and slid his arm around her back, then pulled her against his side. “Why wait?”
The man moved so fast, his mouth covered hers before she could respond, and Dorian immediately tasted the spicy honey sauce on his tongue. Delicious.
She moaned into his mouth as their intense lip-lock went from five to sixty in a heartbeat. His masterful tongue explored the inner recesses of her mouth as the kiss sent spirals of ecstasy powering through her.
Goodness, the man could kiss, and with his long arm wrapped around her and his large hand cupping her butt cheek, her senses were on overload. Yeah, the heady sensations that he was creating inside of her were mind-boggling.
How? How could one little kiss make her want to throw all common sense out the window and allow Lynix to have his way with her? She couldn’t explain it, and right now, she didn’t want to. She just wanted more of him.
The panty-melting kiss intensified, and Dorian wasn’t sure if she moved or if Lynix lifted her. One minute she was sitting beside him, and the next, she was straddling his lap. And what a lap it was. The way she was positioned on top of him, she could feel his hardness between her thighs and one of her many questions about him was answered.
Yes, his package was as big as she’d imagined. Of course it was. The man was huge everywhere else, why wouldn’t he be big down there too?
Her hand gripped the back of his head, holding him in place as their tongues continued tangling. She was surprised by her eager response to him, but she shouldn’t be. It was this way each time they shared a kiss, but this one… this one somehow felt more fervent. Like she couldn’t get enough of him.
That might’ve also had something to do with the way he’d skillfully slid his hand under her T-shirt and unsnapped her bra. She moaned and shivered at the feel of his hand on her bare skin. Then it was as if her body had a mind of its own. As he squeezed and fondled one of her nipples, she couldn’t stop her hips from rotating on top of him, grinding against his erection that was poking her.
They were treading into dangerous territory, and she should stop this before it went too far. But it felt too good. Too right.
Warmth spread through her body, and the throbbing pulse between her thighs was almost too much. This… all of this was like nothing she had ever felt with a man, and Dorian wanted to feel more of him. Maybe if she…
Oh my God. What am I doing?
