Page 73 of Sweetest Temptation
I blinked, my pulse pounding in my ears. “Nigga, what? You broke in, Samir!”
He took a slow stroll closer, and even through my anger, I could smell that same scent that still lingers on my sheets. It filled the air, overpowering me like a memory I didn’t ask to relive.
“Yeah, guess I did. You weren’t answering any of my calls, Nova baby, so I did the next best thing.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat on the edge of my bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
Samir propped his elbows on his thighs, placing his head in his hands. Even with the hazy light spilling through the curtains, I could see that he had something heavy sitting behind his eyes. His chest rose and fell slow, like he was fighting a storm insidehimself. For a moment, neither of us spoke, as I swallowed hard, torn between irritation and concern.
“Samir,” I said softly. “What’s wrong?”
He lifted his head, his eyes finding mine in the dim light. They looked tired, red, and full of something that made my stomach twist.
“Shit’s been crazy,” he said above a whisper. He lifted his head, eyes meeting mine. “You know what that could do to a Black man? Accusing him of domestic abuse?” His jaw flexed, voice sharpening. “That shit could’ve ruined me.”
I frowned, confusion flickering through me. “What are you talking about?”
He let out a bitter laugh, dragging a hand down his face. “Paige,” he said, spitting her name like it tasted bad. “That bitch went to the police and filed a report. Said I put my hands on her dumb ass.”
My stomach dropped. “Wait—what?”
“I spent a few hours in the precinct because of her bullshit, only for her to drop the charges.”
I didn’t think Samir would lie, but he did say a few times that he felt like harming her.
“D… Did you?”
“I don’t put my hands on women. Never have. Never will. The most I’ve done was yoke her ass up because she wilded out on me a few times.”
I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say. Part of me was still mad at him. Hell, I had every right to be, but another part of me, the part that had been aching for him every day, was glad he was here. I missed him so much that I barely slept these past few days.
“Samir, I’m sorry you had to go through that. But I need you to…” I started, but his next words shocked the hell out of me.
“I love you, Zanova.”
The words landed like a punch to my chest, leaving me frozen. My heart stuttered, then slammed against my ribs, threatening to break free. He didn’t hesitate when he said those three words. He pulled me into his lap, and his eyes locked onto mine, unyielding and unwavering.
“I don’t know when it happened, but I know what I feel for you is deep, love.” He ran his hand down my face.
“Samir…” I whispered, barely holding myself together.
He reached out, brushing his thumb along my jaw, forcing my gaze back to his. “I’m not telling you this to scare you. I know what your heart is feeling right now. You’re scared, still dealing with the hurt of your past…” He paused, his thumb brushing my bottom lip, eyes locked on mine. “I don’t gotta heal you, because the love I got for you will do that on its own. Every flaw, every fear, every piece of you that you think ain’t enough, I want it. All of it. None of those changes what I feel for you.”
My throat went tight, the weight of his words pressing against everything I’d been trying to hold together. He leaned in slowly, giving me every chance to pull back. However I didn’t. My body was frozen, like it wanted to escape through my chest. His eyes searched mine, like he was trying to read every fear, every desire I’d buried.
Then his lips were on mine. The kiss was slow at first, then heavy with everything he couldn’t say. This wasn’t just a kiss; it was him apologizing and staking his claim, all at once. My chest pressed against his, and every nerve in my body had woken up, trembling under the warmth and weight of him.
Without another word, Samir pulled my silk gown over my head, tossing it to the floor. He cupped my breast, taking my left nipple into his mouth, sucking on it like a baby pacifier. At the same time, he pulled out his beautiful, hard dick, and my mouth watered seeing the pre-cum leaking from the tip. He gently liftedme and slid me down on him, stretching me out like only he could, and at the same time, repeating those three words.
“Gotdamn! This pussy tight as fuck! You soaked already, and I ain’t been in it but two seconds.”
“Mmm! It’s because she missed you,” I whispered, rocking my hips back and forth on his lap.
With Samir, it always took me a minute to adjust to his size, but the pleasure mixed with a little pain always turned me on. Just as I got my rhythm, bouncing on his lap, he suddenly held me in place, stopping my movement.
“What’s wrong?”
“Zanova, are you pregnant?” Samir looked at me with raised eyebrows.
“Huh? No. Why would you ask me that?”
