Page 21 of Fever

Chapter Seven

Josiah

I waited as long as I could to call her. Santana had been on my mind from the second I dropped her off at home a week ago. Trying to dismiss constant thoughts of her was trivial. We’d had such a great time in Montego Bay that my mind repeatedly traveled back to her. Even if Santana and I had never sailed down the river on tubes, or gone to check out the dolphins, I’d already met her, and she could never be just a thought in the wind. I texted Santana with the understanding that I just wanted to have a friendly chat with her. Now when it came to women, I wasn’t usually looking for friendship. But with her, just being near Santana’s beautiful, spirited presence gave me a fullness I could never gain from a nutritional meal.

Back in Jamaica, there were ample opportunities for us to indulge in one another sexually. My lips had found almost every part of Santana while her killer two-piece bikini draped her frame, and even though I felt no hesitation on her part on whether to proceed or not, I didn’t. It was the one thing I couldn’t figure out. Why had I stopped when no walls or barriers permitted me from moving forward? This I planned to resolve as I was not one to stay confounded about anything.

“Come on in,” I said.

After some hesitation, Santana sashayed through my door wearing a thin summer dress that was tightened around her small waist with a flimsy belt. Instantly I undressed her with my eyes as my mind traveled to what I knew was a sexy shapely figure that I could eat a four-course meal off of. My thoughts taunted me as my gaze touched her smooth brown thighs, long legs, curvy bottom, and hard nipples.

I grabbed the bags out of her hand.

“Do you mind if I take off my shoes?” she asked.

I glanced down to her perfectly pedicured feet and was assaulted by an image of tasting her toes. “Of course. Get as comfortable as you like,” I said.

It was my treat to watch her slip the wedge heels off her feet and reach for me for stability as she maneuvered. It gave me visions of when we laid together in the hammock back at the blue hole. My eyes burned a hole straight through her bare skin. I was ogling, and it was apparent.

Santana shifted her weight, squirming just a bit under my unwavering scrutiny.

“Kitchen,” she said.

My eyes found dark brown irises, then dropped to her lush lips.

“This way,” I said, pulling my sight away to lead her into the kitchen.

“Nice tush,” she said, reaching out to pinch my ass.

I rounded on her and sat the bag down on the counter. “Now you know, I get to grab you back for that.” Without giving her a chance to object, I circled my arms around her waist and grabbed her full ass with a tight squeeze, pulling her against my pelvis. The hardest part of me was now pressed firmly between her legs, and a soft moan crept from her lips.

It set me on fire, and as if she was mine to have, I tasted her mouth, prying it open with my tongue. Santana let me enter, and I hungrily feasted on her lips.

“So soft,” I growled, “so hot, so wet.”

Santana moaned again, her fingers now trailing up my bare chest and neck as she ground her hips into me. I shivered under her heated touch and almost came from the friction of our dance. The phone rang, but the fog we were in consumed me, and I found myself not giving a damn. When it stopped, I breathed a sigh of relief, and we continued to find satisfaction in the warm tango of our mouths. Seconds later, the ringing started up again. I was dead set on ignoring it as my tongue trailed down Santana’s throat, sucking her warm skin along the way.

More subtle moans escaped her, and I knew at any moment I would take her right there in the kitchen, hard against the counter. The phone stopped and restarted just as I moved to sit her on the countertop.

“You should answer your phone,” Santana panted. “Whoever it is has called three times. Could be an emergency.”

I pulled away from her neck slowly, feeling like a savage whose meal had been interrupted. I stared at Santana, knowing my glower held fire as I considered what she’d said. I tried not to show my frustration when I gently scooped her off the counter and helped her to her feet. Without a word, I strutted to the wall phone and hit speaker.

“Yes,” I barked.

“Man, I’ve called your cell phone three times. Why are you not answering? Boy, you missed it last night, me and Kevin had two sets of twins at the house. Two sets! We had one for you, but you wouldn’t answer the phone. I know you want to know the details. Where were you?”

I glanced back at Santana. She held a smirk on her face as she moved around the kitchen to prepare the soup she’d brought over.

“Desmond, let me call you back.”

“Nah, man, it’s taken me forever to get you on the phone. You have to listen to every detail.”

I snatched the phone off its cradle and pressed it to my ear.

“Now’s not the time,” I said.

“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” Santana said.

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