“Am I down? Me?” I pressed my hand to my chest.
“Right. Forgot who I was talking to.” His smile lit up my world. He took off his suit jacket and hung it on the back of a chair. Then he unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled them up his muscle-corded forearms revealing glimpses of his colorful tattoos.
“Why not Jameson?” I tipped my head toward the liquor cabinet and watched him tense a little.
“I want to back off a little. Frankie noticed when I didn’t have a glass in my hand the other week and that resonated with me. How much do I drink if seeing me without alcohol is a shock?” His eyes lowered and he focused on the champagne bottle in front of him.
“I want to do champagne tonight something light and celebratory.” He leaned down to kiss the top of my head then he popped the champagne and poured us glasses. He put on my 90’s R&B playlist and snapped his fingers when Jodeci began playing.
I swayed my hips and lifted the glass to my lips. “You know the way to my heart is champagne and nineties music.”
“Uh-huh. I know.” He moved closer to me. “I might be trying to seduce you to apologize for earlier.” Our eyes locked in a heated stare.
“You don’t have to apologize. I blindsided you.” Finally, we connected and his arm went across the small of my back in that possessive way I loved so much. “You sure you want to be in a relationship with someone like me? I’m a little pushy,” I said.
“A lot pushy. I like taming you though.” His hand slid down to my ass and his lips lowered to mine. My tongue slipped against his before I nibbled and sucked on it. In a blink, our kiss turned nasty and feral.
A growl rumbled his broad chest. The sound settled between my thighs and squeezed my clit. I pulled back briefly to look at him because there was nothing sexier than seeing Evander drunk on me.
Red lipstick smeared his face, hunger lowered his eyelids and the carnal need to fuck was scrawled against his irises. This man was mine and there was no doubt in my mind that I was his too. He thought I was the flame but honestly, we set the world on fire together.
My lips skated across his stiff collar, painting it with a stripe of red. I stamped his throat with my lips so he could wear me on his skin while we fucked.
I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed my anchor. My man. My love.
My fingers worked to unbutton his shirt while our lips fell into a hot rhythm all their own.
Kiss.
Suck.
Bite.
Lick.
We were on a loop until I unleashed his dick and he freed my breasts then shoved my nightie around my hips. I swore I heard a few threads pop. Sometimes, I fussed when he wrinkled my clothes or tore my panties in the heat of the moment but he knew I loved it. No matter how much I whined, I loved that shit.
Evander spun me around and pushed me over the island so that my ass was in the air, ready and waiting for him. He knelt behind me and bit each of my cheeks before spreading me open and devouring my pussy from behind.
His warm mouth and facial hair rubbed against me, pushing chills down my spine. I pushed against his mouth and he dug his fingertips into my hips. I was dripping for him. Only for him. He knew how to push every button my body had.
My moans were feverish. My orgasm was rocketing to the surface faster than I anticipated. My toes curled into balls while I braced for impact.
“Fuck!” I shouted, setting my throat on fire.
“Come all over my face, Xari. Make that pretty pussy drip down my chin.” His talented fingers found my clit while his tongue slid in and out of my entrance, fucking me so thoroughly I bounced back on it like it was his dick.
I rained on his face and down the insides of my thighs. Slippery and warm honey dripped form me with ease while I called on the Lord. My heart pounded relentlessly against my chest forcing a steady rhythm of thumps through my veins. I felt it all over my body. I was buzzing.
Evander stood to look at me. He was so fucking sexy I almost came again. Seeing his handsome, chiseled face wet with my cum turned me into an inferno. I grabbed him, clasping my fingers around the back of his neck and pulling him to me. I needed to taste myself.
I sucked on his lips and tasted his tongue. “I love the taste of my pussy on your tongue, Evander.”
“Me too.” He nipped at my jawline then my chin, making his way to my throat. I tilted my head back, exposing myself for him like a female wolf submitting.
On the counter, Evander’s phone buzzed. Out of habit, I reached for it and checked to see if it was Frankie. Whenever she was with her mom, Evander and I always stopped what we were doing to make sure it wasn’t an emergency text. Even if we were in the middle of fucking. Nothing was more important than having to possibly recuse Frankie from Alexis.
“Frankie,” I said, breathlessly, handing him the phone.
“Shit.” He licked the remnants of my pussy from his lips then read the message. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He rubbed his face and started tucking his shirt in his pants frantically. My stomach dropped.
“What’s wrong?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Alexis is dropping Frankie off now because she has to go to a party downtown and Frankie doesn’t want to go.” No sooner than the words left his mouth did the door unlock.
Evander and I scrambled to make ourselves look presentable but too much had been scorched by our heat. I pulled my nightie down and slipped my arms through the straps. Luckily it wasn’t a see-through nightie.
“Dad, I’m home,” Frankie called out.
“Van?” Alexis's voice followed. Evander tossed me a look and sighed.
“You go, I’ll deal with this.”
“Let you deal with the walking, talking Instagram filter alone? I think not. We’re a team, right?” I squeezed his hand and he smiled at me.
“We are a team.” He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. “You ready?” He wiped at his face the best he could, but my lipstick still stained his honey brown skin.
Oh well, fuck it.
“Bring it,” I laughed.
“We’re in here,” Evander called out, still wiping at his lips.
“We? Of course, I forgot about the nann…” Alexis’s voice trailed off when she walked into the kitchen. Her eyes absorbed the situation quickly like a poison-tipped arrow to her neck.
Frankie came into the kitchen next and rolled her eyes at us.
“I thought you would stop after the wedding,” Frankie said. Anger warped her face into a harsh frown.
“Hello to you too, Frankie,” I said.
“Hey, sweetheart. I wasn’t expecting you home until Sunday.” Evander tried to make the best out of an awkward situation but there was little to do when we both were disheveled, and he had lipstick stains on his face.
“Wow, clearly you weren’t expecting anyone,” Alexis smirked and walked closer, narrowing her eyes more with each step.
“I wasn’t. Therefore, I was behaving like a grown man in my house.” His voice chilled a few degrees when he spoke to his ex-wife.
“A house where our daughter lives and could walk in at any moment, Van. You can’t keep this bitch caged?” She gestured to me and I felt myself losing to the rage brewing in my gut.
“Excuse me?” I laughed but it was humorless. It was ice.
“Mom,” Frankie hissed quietly. Even she thought her mother was crossing a line.