Page 21 of Mr. On Your Knees
“And you just decided to come on down here yourself.”
He shrugged. “Haven’t seen my buddy in a long time so I thought I’d come holler at her for a minute,” he said.
His “buddy” was Chanel Motifah, the owner of the lounge. He’d introduced Desi to her the first night they’d met. Chanel and Jared had gone to college together but had never slept together because as Chanel put it, “I knew he was too fine to hold onto, so I wasn’t even going to waste my time.”
Desi wondered if she should’ve taken a page from Chanel’s book and never left this place with him that night.
“And,” he continued, “I came to see you.”
She let out a quick sigh. “Jared.”
“Desi,” he countered by saying her name in that low growling voice that he only ever used when his hands or mouth was on her.
“Don’t tell me we can’t do this,” he said. “Don’t say we shouldn’t do this.”
“But—” she started only to have him cut her off.
“But nothing, Des, your nipples were hard while you were walking over here in that tight ass dress.” He sat up, leaning forward to set the cigar in the tray on the table beside the couch. “I know you want it,” he told her. “That kiss said it all.”
“That kiss happened two weeks ago, you have no idea what I’m thinking or how I’m feeling now.”
“Then kiss me again so we can find out.”
“Do you have any idea how juvenile that sounds?” she asked. “This isn’t a game, Jared. We’ve got a pretty tattered history and I—”
Before she could finish her sentence, he’d cupped her face with both his hands, turning her slightly so he could press his lips to hers. His tongue pushed past the seam of her lips immediately, thrusting inside her mouth where he licked around like she was some type of dessert. He swallowed her gasp as he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She couldn’t scream, couldn’t run the hell up out of there and couldn’t stop her body from screaming, “hell yes!”.
It hadn’t been that long since she’d been kissed and fucked for that matter. Just about nine months since the last guy she’d dated for almost ten weeks. But he’d never kissed her like this, nobody had.
Jared was nibbling on her bottom lip now, both of them gasping for air.
“See, Desi, you do want it,” he whispered over her lips.
She shook her head and found the strength to pull back slightly. “Do I want to have sex with you? Hell yes, that’s a given. ButshouldI have sex with you? That’s a whole other discussion.”
“A discussion we can have after?” he asked with raised brows and a hopeful tone.
Rubbing her hands down her thighs she tried to think through what was happening. “The last thing I expected tonight was to be kissing you again.”
“You hadn’t expected to leave here with me all those years ago either,” he said.
“You’re right about that.”
But this was different and they both knew it.
“This is so abrupt, Jared. We were just at your hotel talking about work and three weeks ago we hadn’t seen each other in years. How are you gonna come in here and sit your sexy ass down then beckon me to come to you like you’ve got something special for me?”
He let out a quick sexy ass chuckle. “Because I do have something for you.”
When she cut her gaze over to him, it was to see that he’d sat back again, his left hand gripping the bulge in his pants.
She sucked in a breath and let it out with a shaky whimper. “Jared,” she whispered his name this time, licking her lips.
He lifted his other hand to rub the back of his fingers over her cheek. “I know there’s a lot of history between us. I know I hurt you in the past. But I also know how good we were together and that I want to feel that again. Don’t you?” He traced a finger over her bottom lip. “Don’t you remember how good we were together, Desi? Not just in bed, but all the long talks we had, the walks in the park because you liked to watch the birds, sneaking into the building’s pool for late night swims. Things between us weren’t all bad.”
“No,” she said shaking her head, “they weren’t.”
He moved his hand from his dick and placed it on her knee. “I’ve missed you so fucking much, Des. Some nights I felt like I couldn’t breathe without you.” His hand had inched up beneath her dress, slipping to the inside of her thigh. While he rubbed the pad of his thumb from his other hand over her lips. “Tell me you missed me, baby?”
