Page 33 of Keeping Busy
“Anytime you want, as long as you promise to make it worth it.”Why did you say that?I asked myself the second after the words left my mouth.
Raising one eyebrow, he stared at me. His words were just above a whisper, like he was concerned that if he spoke too loudly, I would bolt, but I knew that was based on the expression that was probably on my face. “I can make it worth it.”
Sighing, I ran my fingers through my hair, because I needed something to do with my hands.
“What are you thinking, Mecca?” His deep voice stirred something inside the depths of my stomach, summoning butterflies where there hadn’t been any before.
I sighed, again and was honest. “I’m thinking that you think you wanna go there with me, but it’s really not worth the effort.”
The confusion he felt at my statement was obvious from the expression on his face. “What’s not worth the effort? You?”
“Trying to pursue something with me.”
“Why? You aren’t interested?”
I couldn’t help smiling, even through the screw-face I was giving him. “Have you looked in a mirror lately, Busy?”
He smiled back at the compliment.
“Of course I’m interested. You already know that.”
“I thought you were, but this conversation is throwing me off.” He shared.
“Sorry.”
“Nah, don’t be sorry. Talk to me.”
I took another look around our surroundings. I didn’t get how we went from joking around about the fabulousness of his place, to...this. “Busy, if I promise that we can circle back around to this later today, will you let me rock - at least until after I settle in and unpack my bag?”
He studied me for a few seconds. “Yeah, if you give me a kiss.”
“Give you a kiss? Are you serious?”
“Yeah, I’m serious. Look Pudding, it’s obvious that you’ve got something going on. I can respect that, and give you the space to work it out, but you aren’t a delicate flower. You can handle me. Come handle me, girl.”
He was right, I wasn’t a delicate flower. “You’re lucky I like kissing you.” I told him, as I stepped closer.
He pulled my body to his. “I am lucky.” He agreed, backing me up until my back was pressed against the front door, then covering my mouth with his.
Tingles surged through my entire body, like Busy had overloaded a circuit inside of me.Yep, this confirms it, I thought to myself as Busy’s tongue took control.I love kissing this man.
His mouth was just like the rest of him, powerful and commanding. Plus he was greedy and demanding. He put his fingers in my hair, and I could barely concentrate on his tongue work, because his fingers were sending shockwaves from my scalp all through my body. I moaned in his mouth, and he deepened the kiss.
That was when the trouble started, because that was when Candie (which would be my vagina) decided to get involved. I wasn’t like one of those heroines in a romance novel whose coochie jumped every time the hero’s character entered the scene. I prided myself on keeping a tight leash on Candie. I liked control and discipline in every aspect of my life, and she was no exception. Except apparently where Busy was concerned, because she was tingling, throbbing and making her presence known.
Breaking the kiss, Busy whispered in my ear. “You don’t even know how badly I wanna say some nasty shit to you right now, then do some nasty shit to you.”
He didn’t even know how much I wanted him to say some nasty shit to me, and do some nasty shit to me right then.
He continued, “I’mma let you rock, like you asked. But just so you know, I can’t make any promises about how long I’mma be able to keep my hands to myself.” He shook his head. “We will revisit what we touched on earlier.”
I agreed, not really concentrating on his words, because my damp panties were distracting me. “Okay. uhm, give me the tour.”
He grinned, gesturing around the open space. “Cool, this is the foyer, and the living room. Over there’s the dining room and the kitchen. Come on.” He led me through the spacious living room, where there was a makeshift wall. To the left of that, there was a short hallway. “Behind that wall is the family room, but down this hallway, there’s a bathroom, my weight room, and a guest room.”
“Is this the only guest room?”
“There’s a guest room upstairs. Why?”
