“No.” His lips brush against my earlobe before he gently sucks my lobe between his lips. “I want to talk about our kiss. The same one I can’t stop thinking about. The same one that makes my dick hard enough to cut glass. The same one that I have to rub one out just so I don’t walk around like some deranged perv all day.”
His confession stuns me and renders me silent as I listen to the thump of my heart beat to the rhythmic sounds of the waves sweeping against the shore.
“Tell me that you think about our kiss as much as I do.” His moist lips trail down my neck. I let out a soft moan and look up at the fading daylight of the cloudless sky while he trails a path down to my collarbone.
I lift my head and grab Kellen’s face, bringing it up to taste his lips. We hungrily attack each other’s lips, gradually slowing the kiss to a sensual pace. My body floats down until I feel the grainy sand beneath me as his body falls on top of mine, not giving a damn if sand gets all in my hair. I’m willing to spend hours washing, detangling, and defining my curls if it means I get to savor Kellen’s kisses for even five more minutes.
Six
Tamia
Two Months Later
“How do you like your steak?” Kellen yells from the kitchen.
“Medium.” I look around his apartment that’s much bigger than mine and Katie’s. It’s your typical bachelor pad with minimal furniture in the living room that consists of a couch, a distressed coffee table, and a huge flat screen tv that’s mounted on the wall with a game system hooked to it.
“What about salad dressing?” he calls out.
“Ranch.” I make my way down the hallway. Passing a bathroom to my left, a set of folding doors when opened reveals a washer and dryer, then straight ahead is Kellen’s bedroom. For the past two months or so that we’ve been spending more time with each other, we’ve assigned Tuesday as the day that we go out to eat, talk, and make out like the horn dogs we’ve become. Instead of going out to eat, Kellen suggested that he cook for me. Even after what Katie said about him not knowing how to cook, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
I pause in the doorway of his bedroom, which just like the living room doesn’t have much furniture. I stare at his unmade queen-sized bed pushed against the wall with a black comforter hanging off. I know the rumpled matching sheets smell of him, and I’m tempted to dive in and bathe myself in his essence. One dresser has a small flat-screen TV on top of it. A desk sits in the corner with his laptop and a bedside table with a lamp and black sketchbook beside it.
I grab the sketchbook, lay on his bed, stomach down, and look through page after page of his sketches, and just as I knew they would be— they’re amazing. As I continue to flip the pages, I come across a sketch of—me? I stare at the doppelgänger on paper. Every detail, from the beauty mark on the left side of my neck to the small gap between my top front teeth, is drawn with realistic precision.
I sit up and skim my fingertips over my pencil-drawn self. I finally turn the page, stunned to see another picture of me. Instead of a headshot, this one is of me with a seductive look gracing my face. I’m lying on my back with my arms raised above my head and a sheet barely covering my naked body. It’s as if he took my face and placed it on a body that wasn’t mine because I’ve never posed for any of these pictures, and he’s never seen me naked.
“What are you doing?”
I look over my shoulder to find Kellen leaning against his doorframe.
I look back down at the sketches of myself. “Did you draw these?”
The bed dips and Kellen's body covers mine. “I thought I told you not to go through my shit,” he jokes. The gruffness of his voice sends a shiver through me.
“I never posed for any of these pictures.”
His eyes drop down to my lips. “You didn’t have to. It’s all up here.” He points to his temple. “Did you see all the pictures I’ve drawn of you?”
His lips skim over the side of my neck, sucking gently. I tilt my head and continue to turn the pages. Each new page had my heart rate speeding up. Beautiful. Sexy. Indecent. Are the words that I would describe the pictures of me.
Kellen reaches across from me, turning several pages. “This is by far my favorite one of you.”
The drawing renders me speechless. I’m naked.
“What do you think?” I arch my ass when his erection grinds against it.
“I look nothing like that,” my voice audibly quivers.
“I bet you look even more beautiful than this drawing.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
Without another word, he closes the sketchbook and tosses it back on his bedside table. “Take your clothes off and let me be the judge of that. I want to see what’s underneath this skirt, Tamia.” His fingertips tickle the back of my thighs, moving up. He grips my denim skirt, bunching it up until my thong and bare ass cheeks come into view. “Jesus, Tamia.” He kneads my ass.
“Ah,” I gasp when I feel his teeth sink down in my cheeky flesh.
“Your ass is so perfect.” He turns me around so that his eyes are level with my crotch. He bends my legs then spreads them. Nips at my inner thighs before lowering his head to run the tip of his nose over the cotton covering my pussy. “And your pussy smells so amazing. I want to fuckin’ taste it so bad.”
I lift my ass off his bed. “Kellen,” I beg.
Kellen runs his finger along the cotton fabric, pushing it aside. Cursing under his breath when he sees the first glimpse of my pussy.
“What are you waiting for?” I spread my legs a little wider. “Taste—”
A shrilling sound echoes throughout the apartment.
“Shit!” Kellen scrambles out of his bed and out of his room.
I come to my forearms and stare at Kellen retreating down the hall. What’s that smell? Smoke! I pull my skirt down and rush into the kitchen.
Kellen is spraying what appears to be our steak, now the color of charcoal, spraying it down with the fire extinguisher.
He coughs, waving his hand back and forth in front of his face, then smiles my way. “Pizza?”
I thought Saturday night would never come, and we are more than ready to relax and unwind after a week filled with midterms, right before Thanksgiving break. Tasha, Katie, and I are in my room, getting ready to attend a party at one of the popular frat houses on campus while the guys wait on us in the living room.
“Ladies, would you please hurry up!” Jay yells from the living room.
“We’ll be out in a minute!” we shout in unison.
“Tasha, get your brother before I go in there and kick his ass!” Katie sneers.
“Forgive my brother; he’s been a little grumpy lately. I think he’s on his man-period or something.”
We all laugh.
“Well, he needs to chill the fuck out or he’s going to get jumped by three fine ass women!” Katie says with a playful grin.
“Amen!” Tasha shouts.
“Well, ladies I’m done. How do I look?” I ask, twirling and showing off my very short, very tight, black dress that I matched with a pair of black pumps that Tasha let me borrow.