Page 47 of Dare You to See Me
“I really,” kiss. “Need,” kiss kiss. “To go.” Kiss, lick, nip, kiss.
His mouth moves down my throat and I roll my head back, eyes closed and a moan dancing on the tip of my tongue.
“When can I see you again?”
“Monday. When I take Dahlia to school.” That has him pulling away and looking right into my eyes.
“I mean it, Soleil. I want another night. Or an afternoon. Or a midday snack. I don’t care what it is as long as I can see you.”
“Malik. I don’t know. I really have a lot of things to think about. My first inclination is to say yes but–”
“No buts. Why don’t you just end that sentence with yes.” He brushes my hair away from my face tenderly.
“I just need some time. Okay?” His face falls like a young boy who’s been told no more dessert.
His eyes wander over my face like he’s mapping it with his fingers. “Okay. I’ll be patient. Cranky, but patient.”
He kisses my forehead and then my hand. He kisses me like a besotted lover and I feel precious under his gaze. I sigh and he slides out of the truck and over to my side, helping me out and holding my hand as he walks me to my door.
“Thank you for tonight, Malik. And I’m sorry I had to beat you so many times. I’m sure you’ll find something you’re good at. Just keep trying.” I bite my lip, choking back the laughter as he pinches my side.
“You’re going to get it. Next time I’m not holding back.” The amusement from his face fades and is replaced with hope. “I really hope this isn’t our first and last date. I don’t think I could last a lifetime having only had a taste of you, Soleil Brooks.”
Swoon factor one thousand percent.
With one last chaste kiss, I open my door and step inside, shutting him out and keeping me safe. For now.
“Well, well. It’s about time you came inside, little skank.” Kyle flicks on the lamp on the table beside her and sits in a chair, looking like an angry father waiting up for his daughter past curfew.
I yelp and grab at my chest. “You jerk. You scared me half to death.”
“So,” she rests back against the cushioned back and crosses one leg over the other, Sharon Stone style. “You were out doing things you shouldn’t, young lady.”
“No. Of course not.”
“Well why not?” She slams her hands on the armrests and pushes to her feet. “Wasn’t the whole point of this date for you to get your floors waxed and your carpet munched?”
“Oh my god, Kyle. Really? You are wretched.” I drop my keys in the bowl on the counter and set my purse down next to it.
“I may be wretched but at least I’m still walking side to side from getting pounded last night by the new junior legal assistant.”
“You are disgusting.” I open the fridge and grab myself a mineral water. “I think you’re having enough sex for both of us, so I’ll keep it in my pants.”
“It doesn’t look like you kept your tongue in your mouth, so tell me all about it. How was his style? Strong tongue, soft strokes? Could he play Mozart’s Symphony number 40 on your clit and make that pussy sing?”
The water that is on its way down my throat chokes right back up and sprays out of my nose. My eyes are watering and I’m coughing, swiping away at the dribble that pours from my mouth. When the water is all out and I can breathe normally again, I empty the remainder of the water down the drain and toss the bottle in the recycle.
“Now that I’m done almostdying, do you want to hear about the date or not?”
“Yes. Spill.” Kyle grabs my hand and yanks me over to sit on the couch where she hangs on every last detail.
From the dinner where we shared stories –him of growing up in foster care, and me losing my husband in an unimaginable way– to the go-kart racing complete with that awful woman interrupting our night, and ending with the kiss. Kisses.
“Want my opinion?” She asks.
“No, but I know you’re going to give it to me anyhow.”
“I say you pursue this thing with Malik. He’s a good guy from what I hear, and he’s sexy to boot. And…” she pauses and plays with her hair. “I think you should keep having fun with King.”
