Page 48 of Sweetest Temptation
Was I really doing the right thing by being here? Part of me said nothe smart part that remembered how bad it hurt to love someone who didn’t know what to do with my heart. The one that whispered, “You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall again.”
But then there was the other part, the one that came alive when I was around Samir. The part that felt safe in his presence, even if it was for a short time. I’d spent so long surviving, guarding, and keeping my emotions locked behind walls that now I wasn’t sure how to just feel without fear.
My chest ached.
What if this is what peace feels like, and I’m too scared to let it in?I asked myself.
Fuck it! I was going to go with the flow and guard my heart until I had more information on how to proceed with Samir.
Before I could overthink it any further, Samir came back into the room and scooped me up like I was something fragile. I let out a soft gasp, my hands gripping his shoulders as he carried me into his bathroom. I was instantly blown away by how big it was. The scent of vanilla hit my nose, warm and calming. Candles flickered around a massive soaking tub filled with steaming water and rose petals. The marble floors gleamed beneath the soft golden light, making the whole space feel unreal.
“You did all this for me? Aw, I feel so special.” I teased with a small pout.
He set me down gently on the edge of the tub and nodded. “That’s because you are. Towels are in the warmer over there,” he said, pointing toward the sleek silver machine near the sink. “I’ll grab you something to put on when you’re done.”
He left the room, and I let out a slow sigh before slipping out of my clothes and easing into the tub. The heat hugged my body instantly, melting away every bit of tension I didn’t realizeI’d been holding. I found myself drifting, so I quickly washed up before rinsing off in the shower. I dried off with the towel from the warmer. That was definitely something I needed in my bathroom because I’m always cold after my shower.
When I exited the bathroom, I didn’t see Samir. I noticed he left me a pair of boxers and a T-shirt to change into. I slipped the two pieces on just as he walked back into the room.
“Feel better?”
I noticed he had changed into some cotton shorts and a white beater. The faint smell of his body wash let me know he’d showered.
“Yes. Thank you. I almost didn’t want to get out. That bath salt you used made my skin feel so soft. Should I ask who you have that for?”
“Come on, baby. Don’t offend me. That’s my sister’s shit. She house sat for me while I was away. Which reminds me to get at her for using my bathroom.”
“Sorry,” I apologized. “Do you have any other siblings?”
“Nope. Just that pain in my ass. Come lay with me… Unless you want to take the guest room?”
“Um, no. Just keep your hands to yourself, mister.”
“Aight, I’ll behave… for now.”
He pulled the covers back, and I slid into the bed beside him. The mattress was so soft, I couldn’t help but let out a small moan. It felt like lying on clouds that smelled faintly of him. Before I could settle, he reached out, looping an arm around me and tugging me closer until my head rested on his chest. His body was solid and his heartbeat steady beneath my ear. For a second, I thought about pulling away, keeping a bit of space between us, but I didn’t. I let myself melt into him, just for a moment.
“This bed is dangerous. I can sleep on this thing for hours. I might not ever get up.” I yawned.
He chuckled, a deep rumble sounding through his chest. “Good. That’s kinda the point.”
I smiled to myself, trying to ignore the way my heart was racing. Trouble had a name, and right now, it was Samir.
“I’m not going to ask you what you want to watch. You ain’t going to have me watching some sappy shit.”
“Shut up!” I cackled sleepily. “Can we listen to some music? I thought you said you wanted to talk?”
A few seconds later, Samir switched the TV over to a Pandora station, letting soft R&B fill the room. The slow, sultry music made the air feel heavier, but I was fighting those urges to have a repeat of Samir being inside of me.
“I do. Come here,” he said, his voice low.
Before I could even ask what he was doing, he reached for me, pulling me on top of him until I was straddling his waist. My breath caught, and I tried to play it off with a groan. “Samir! I don’t need to be up here to talk.”
“We are talking. But first, give me a kiss.”
Once again, he didn’t wait for an answer. His hand slid up, fingers wrapping gently around the back of my neck as he pulled me down to him. The moment our lips met, everything else faded. No words or thoughts existed, just that electric jolt that always came with him. His kiss was rough, like he didn’t have all night to learn every curve of my mouth. My hands planted on his hard chest, trying to steady myself against the rush of heat spreading through me.
I felt his dick awaking, hard and strong. Just then, “Deeper” by Joshua Showtime Williams started to play through the room, the bass slow and heavy, matching the rhythm of my hips as I grinded on Samir’s dick, enjoying the friction on my clit. Before I knew it, we were both naked, and I was back straddling his lap.
