Page 26 of Not My Type
I slap my hand to my mouth and laugh. “My name is Zara.”
His lustful stare intensifies and I feel my breath hitch in my throat. It makes me weak all over again. He moves closer to me, before he gently holds my face, forcing me to look directly in his eyes. Whew. Again.
“Zara, doh lie to me,” he warns, his tone leaves no room for argument. It’s a demand, not a request. His cadence and his stare are bound to make me weaker than I already am. I drag my eyes to his lips again. Lordt. They’re so kissable. He lifts me over on his lap and I gasp. I don’t understand why I feel so turned on. His lips drag over my skin, slow and warm, like honey dripping thick and sweet. Every kiss sinks deep, melting into me, stealing my breath. I bring my hands around him and I could swear I feel toned abs gliding against my soft palms.
Bwoy have abs? Tingles.
He bites me gently in the crook of my neck and a shiver shoots through me. Mi really a guh mek this gwaan and mi nuh know him? Nosaaah him already have mi head going! *Candy’s Voice*
I observe him. He seems shy, but too gangster to show that.“So yuh shy now, Mr. bad man?” I smirk, surprising myself. Zara?
With amazement dancing in his eyes he says, “Neva dat.” I smile sheepishly, looking everywhere but at him. I can’t believe I’m already crushing on this fine ass man. He cups my chin, forcing me to look at him. I do—he’s one gorgeous human being. He then leans in, sucking on my neck like he’s some vampire. Hickey him really go?! Den s’pose mi did really deh with Malik?
Needy as hell, I tilt my head, laying my neck out for him. A stranger. He takes it, latching on like he’s starving, sucking slow, deep— like he wants to leave proof. My body hums, thrums, my thighs pressing tight. He grips my ponytail, tugging just enough to make me feel it, like he’s claiming me. Then his lips brushes that tender spot below my ear, soft, teasing—before he bites. A shudder rolls through me, heat pooling low. Malik single fi good after this!
Why does a simple kiss feel like he’s dragging me through the sheets? Like he’s got me right where he wants, panting, needy, lost in him. His hands mold over my breast, heavy and sure. Jezaaaz! Those veins on his hand, pulsing and flexing as he grips me, it shouldn’t be this damn sexy. But it is. Inwardly, I smile. I loveeee veins. Too bad Malik doesn’t have them, neither on his arms, his hands nor the most important part. Poor me affi a stare at pictures online. I wonder if...
He presses harder on my breast, then grabs my ass, all while glaring at me. His eyes burn into mine, making my breath hitch. I gulp, holding his gaze. The tension in the car thickens. Jeez. There’s something about this man... I don’t know him, and yet I welcome his sensual and burning touch. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he holds the small of my back, closing the space between us. We’re staring at each other with so much need— two complete strangers.
God spend time pan deh bwoy yah. Naah lie.
I feel uneasy, fighting my smile. Why is he staring at me like I’m some prey? Daamn. I feel edible!
No man has ever made me feel so... wanted? Just by their stare alone. He sinks his teeth in his bottom lip and I smile sweetly when he pulls me into him even closer. Our lips grazes dangerously close. My heart rate quickens. I stare at his tempting lips and he looks up at me with the sexiest stare, I feel tingles crawling up my spine. His grip on my ass tightens, his fingers sink through the thin material of my tights, just as his lips latches on to mine.
It spreads an almost electric sensation throughout my body. My eyes flutter shut as I grind my hips on him and suck on his lips, finding it hard to keep my hands to myself. I’m enthralled with this man; I lose track of who I am and what I’m doing What is my hand touching?! I look down and see where my hand is. Woah!
It feels hard, prodding my inner thighs. The more I grind, the more of a delicious friction I create between us. And it feels so satisfying. My body shudders when his hand glides up between us and closes around my throat—squeezing it lightly as he deepens our kiss. My eyes rolls back with a devilish smile. Wat a bwoy can kiss! Nosaaa! And he sure knows how to get the freak out of you too.
I run my hand through his hair before I pull away. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what? Nuh badda with the foolishness.”
I laugh awkwardly thinking about the kiss. I lick my lips. Even though it was brief, it was so intense, leaving me wanting more and burning with curiosity.
“So you cyaa be mi woman?” he asks, surprising me. I look at him crazy. Him single? Him!?
“Um... I... um you have nuff woman, mi know that for sure,” I say struggling to find the right words to say.
He smiles. “Mi have ooman weh mi play ‘round with yes, but I want someone I’mma take serious.” Watch yasso jezaz...
“You probably a tell dem the same thing,” I try to move but he holds me firmly. He slaps my ass. It stings and I jerk forward, feeling his friend from earlier. Whew! I can’t even contain my excitement.
“No, just say yes,” he begs. I sigh and meet his intense stare.
“We cyaa’ deh Nick,” I shift the topic, feeling nervous. “What’s your actual name?”
“Why wi cyaa’ deh?” he’s annoyed. Ughhh.
“Because my family wouldn’t accept you,” Dem would a give me hell.
“A me and yuh family aguh deh?” his voice harsh.
“I... ” the words stops in my throat.
“Mi nuh care bout yuh family, a you me a pree enuh,” he says. “Just try with me... please?”I laugh at him begging, he really wants this. I see.
“I’ll think about it,” I smile.
