Page 50 of Judgments of Fire and Desire

She smiled brightly as I salivated over her figure that was on full display. “Hey, baby. Come on in.”

“Damn, you look gorgeous. These are for you,” I said as I extended the lilies to her.

“Thank you. You look amazing yourself. These are beautiful. Thank you.”

She took them from me and went to the kitchen. When she turned her back, I got the perfect view of her curves, especially the one on her back that I wanted to squeeze. God, she was so perfect. Her hair had grown out a little and had more waves in it. It framed her gorgeous face perfectly as well. God definitely took his time when He sculpted her. From the top of her head to the soles of her feet… it all had been touched by God.

Once she came back to me, she smiled. “I’m ready.”

I smiled back and followed her to the door. I could imagine now that I would be walking behind her every chance I got. My pants were getting uncomfortably tight, though, so I had better calm down before I got past the point of no return.

After she locked the door, I grabbed her hand and led her to the car. For some reason, I felt nervous, like I was trying to make a good first impression. She already knew me, so I didn’t know why I was tripping. I opened her door and rested my hand at the small of her back. Before getting inside, she leaned to me and kissed my lips.

I smiled when she pulled away. “I didn’t want to mess up your makeup.”

She gave me a one-cheeked smile. “Well, I brought the lipstick in my clutch.”

She patted it as I bit my bottom lip then pulled her back to me. My lips hungrily devoured hers in the most pleasing way, causing her to release a moan of passion into my mouth. Her hand traveled to the back of my head, holding me in place. My tongue explored her mouth like it was a whole new world. I wanted my encounters with her to feel brand new every time. Pulling her hips to mine, I allowed my hand to travel to her ass and grip it.

“Mmm… Kyrie. We better stop before we don’t leave,” she said after pulling away.

“You’re right. I just can’t help myself.”

She bit her bottom lip. “It’s hard restraining myself as well. Where are we going?”

“Get in, and I’ll clue you in.”

She rested her hand on my cheek for a moment, then slid inside to the plush leather seat. I closed her door then adjusted my erection as I made my way to the driver’s side. This woman was going to be the death of me. I loved and craved her so muchI could barely think about anything else. During cases, I would find my mind drifting to her. That was the reason I’d become a little more lenient. I was zoning out and probably not hearing all the facts. Suddenly, that wasn’t as important as her.

When I got inside, I said, “First we’re going to dinner at Riverside Grille. I’ve never been there, but I’ve heard good things about it. Then after that, we’ll be going to Jefferson Theater to see a play.”

Her eyes brightened. “A stage play?”

“Yes, ma’am. Is that cool?”

“Absolutely,” she said as she slid her hand to mine. “This is so nice, Kyrie. Thank you.”

I lifted our hands and kissed hers. “You deserve this and so much more. Thank you for taking care of me at my weakest. You not only took care of me physically but mentally and emotionally. Your love has gotten me through these tough times, and I can’t express just how much I appreciate you for that.”

She gave me a soft smile then stared forward. I could tell something was on her mind, because her facial expressions turned somewhat serious. Her smile was gone and replaced with a face of stone. Her hand was still in mine, our fingers intertwined. “Hey. You okay?”

She gave me a tight smile when she glanced at me. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Baby…”

She turned to me as I repeatedly glanced at her. When I got to the traffic light, I brought my hand to her face. “Just like I learned to confide in you, I need you to do the same. Life has a way of sneaking up on you and presenting problems that you aren’t able to fix or control. However, we can control our reactions to what it brings our way. I’m here to listen.”

I lifted her hand and kissed it. “I’m just worried about Samuel. I haven’t heard from him in a while, and that’s not likehim. We usually talk three to four times a week, maybe only skipping a day in between. I’ve called and texted him but haven’t gotten a response.”

I gently caressed the top of her hand with my thumb, feeling her pain through her words. “Has your mom talked to him? What about Grandma Jean?”

“My mama hasn’t heard from him either, but Grandma Jean said he’s fine. He can’t be fine if he won’t talk to Mama and me. We’ve never been judgmental of anything he has going on or is doing. Wewill, however, express our disdain or disappointment in his actions. We don’t mean it harshly. We just want what’s best for him and want him to want what’s best for him too. He hasn’t mentioned anything about the issues I’ve been privy to, but I can’t help but wonder if the reason he isn’t speaking to us has to do with that.”

“All you can do at this point is pray about it, baby. If we haven’t gotten anything else out of the sermons we’ve been hearing, it’s to give it to God.”

She stared at me as I drove through the intersection and said, “You’re right, baby. Whatever happens is because He allowed it. I have to learn to be okay with whatever happens.”

“I understand your concern, but you can’t let it affect you to the point where you can’t function. I’m not saying that it shouldn’t stun you or that it shouldn’t hurt. I love your heart. It’s what makes you who you are.”

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