“That was, by far, the best damn chili burger I’ve ever had.”
Tamia drops her head and laughs. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.” She stacks her empty plate on top of mine that’s sitting on the coffee table.
“So, when are you and my sister planning on putting your dining room table together?” I point to the small area that has a huge box leaning against the wall with a picture of the two-chair dining set on the front.
“Actually, I’ve been wanting to ask you to put it together, but I haven’t seen you around.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask her why she hasn’t asked Jay to put it together, but I hold back my flippant retort. “I’ll stop by this weekend and take a stab at it.”
“Thank you.” She props her elbow on the couch and rests her head against her hand.
“It’s the least I can do since you cooked me dinner. I’ve never had a girl cook for me on a first date,” I tease.
“This is not a date.”
“If you say so.” I wink at her and she laughs. “So, what’s going on between you and Jay?”
She doesn’t back away, giving me a WTF glare. “Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. I’ve noticed the two of you have been hanging out a lot.”
“How would you know? You haven’t been around.”
“Touché,” I laugh.
“Well, if you must know, Mr. Nosy, we’re just friends.”
“Would you go out with him?”
She shrugs. “Other than the first day I met him, he hasn’t shown any interest in me in that way. After the last relationship I was in, I’d rather stay away from the relationship department.”
“What happened with your last relationship?”
Tamia rolls her eyes at me. “You’re really are nosy, you know that?”
“I see it as trying to get to know you better.”
“Fine!” She throws her hands up in defeat. “So, let’s say my busy dance schedule got in the way of friendships, keeping a boyfriend who decided to cheat on me, and school to the point my grades started slipping my senior year. Everything was dance, dance, dance. My parents seriously thought I was heading to Juilliard. That’s how good I was, but I simply lost interest. My mom and dad worked hard just to pay for dance classes that I attended five days a week. One day, I told them that I just wasn’t passionate about it anymore and that I was flunking my senior year. To say they were angry is an understatement. “So,” she exhales a long breath, “I graduated high school with a low C average, ended up getting a part-time job at a local bookstore until I decided to attend a community college the following year. Now, here I am. For once, I’m now putting my studies first. Does that answer your question?”
“So, if a man comes along and sweeps you off your feet and wants nothing but the best for you—which include making sure you stay on your studies—would you change your mind?”
She plays with the curly strands of her ponytail. “It’s debatable.” She releases her hair and I watch it sway back and forth. “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
“How long did it take you to stretch your earlobes?” She reaches out and touches one of the dime-sized holes in my lobes. I close my eyes briefly and hum when her fingers explore them.
“I gradually did it over six months.”
“What about your tattoos? How many?” I shiver when her fingertips brush along my neck, causing my dick to stir even more.
“To be honest, I’ve lost count. Some of them I actually designed myself.”
“Really?” Her eyes light up.
“Yeah. I love to draw. It’s a hobby of mine.”
“That’s amazing,” she says in awe. “Show me the ones you designed yourself.”
I show her the one on my back, five on my arm, and two on my neck.
“Your dad doesn’t mind?” Her breath fans against my cheek.
“Why would he mind?” My eyes trail over her face, finding small freckles dotting her skin in several places that you would never know were there unless you’re this close, and a healing scratch a shade lighter than the rest of her skin on her chin. I want to lean forward and kiss the scar so fuckin’ bad.
“You’ll be working for his firm.” Her finger continues to trace over my skin. “He’s okay with you showing up at work in a suit and tie with tats decorating your skin?” My eyes concentrate on the movement of her tongue darting out to wet her full lips.
I don’t answer right away. Instead, I listen to the rhythmic change in her breathing and then place my hand on her hip, squeezing softly before pulling her closer to me. “He’s never said that he doesn’t approve of them.” I move my hand up until I’m grazing the smooth skin over her ribs. “Do you have any tattoos inked into this beautiful skin?” I rub my thumb back and forth over her ribcage, and without conscious thought, I press my lips against her scar. “Or do you have virgin skin?” My lips brush against hers. I creep my hand up further, moaning when I don’t feel a bra underneath. “Tell me to stop, Tamia.”
She exhales a shaky breath but doesn’t stop me.
My thumb grazes over her right, puckered nipple. I suck on her bottom lip then slide my tongue between her lips for a taste. Shit, she’s everything I imagined she’d taste. Fuck dessert. I’d rather have her.
She sucks on my tongue and I fuckin’ lose my mind. I grip the back of her neck and devour her lips with bruising kisses. When I pinch her nipple, her mouth widens, giving me more access to her delicious flavor. My dick strains against my boxers that are now damp with pre-cum. Damn, I need to be inside of this girl.
We frantically pull away from each other when we hear a door slam.
“Honey, I’m home!” my sister’s voice rings out. “It smells so good in— Kellen?” My sister stops in her tracks, eyes darting from me to Tamia.
“Sis.” I play it cool while watching a breathy Tamia adjust her ponytail. My eyes drop down to the impression of her nipples showing through the fabric of her shirt.
“What are you doing here?” Katie crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me.
“Tamia invited me over for dinner.”
“Did she now?” Katie glances at Tamia, who decides to busy herself with gathering up our dirty dishes.
“She did. Best damn chili burgers I’ve ever tasted, and the dessert tasted even better.”
Tamia almost drops the dishes in her hands, but recovers quickly. “I’m going to put these in the dishwasher,” she says.
“Need any help?” I ask.
“No, I think she can handle them on her own,” Katie pipes in. “Isn’t it time for you to leave?” Her eyes narrow in my direction.
I laugh and come to my feet and turn away from my sister so that I can adjust my hard dick comfortably in my pants. “Let me say goodbye to Tamia first.”
Katie walks around the couch, stepping in my path. “I’ll tell her you said goodbye.”
I love my sister, but she can be such a cock-blocker at times. “Goodnight, Tamia,” I yell out instead. “I hope you have sweet dreams about my dick tonight,” I whisper loud enough for my sister to hear me.