Page 84 of Crossing Lines

She opens the door with a pinch between her brows, wearing only a hoodie. “Kross, what are you doing? Jamir’s on his way.”

“How much time?” I grit, jaw clenching.

“An hour,” she murmurs.

“Invite me inside.”

A nervous breath slips out. “I’m not ready to take it there.”

“I want something else.”

She quietly backs up into the apartment. Accepting the nonverbal invitation, I enter and close the door.

“You fucking him tonight?”

She swallows and turns her head. “No.”

“Better not. Don’t even let him come by.”

“He says he missed me all weekend.”

I suck my teeth. “Quit telling me about ol’ boy’s feelings. Talk to me about yours.”

She lowers her gaze to the hardwood. “This happened so fast with us. It’s because I’m lonely.”

“Partly, but something else is pulling us together. This is real, Davi. Don’t fight it anymore.”

She runs her hands over her curls. “I never thought I’d betray Jamir.”

I move closer and hold her hand. “You have to put your needs first. He doesn’t. You deserve happiness. You deserve a man who cares for you and brings you peace, not hurt your heart.”

“What if it’s only a phase? What if I’m…”

“Stop overanalyzing why you’re no longer in love with him. Look in my eyes and tell me how you truly feel.”

She stays quiet, biting her lip.

“Okay. I’m sorry for pushing you. I’ll leave.” Just as I slant, Davia grips my arm.

“Wait,” she says softly.

“What do you want, baby?”

“You.” She crashes into me. The sweet taste of her tongue incites a fervent blaze that makes me tingle, and the scent of her floral perfume turns me even more desperate for her. As she caresses my back, I slide my hands down her body, tracing her curves in the hoodie.

“Can I eat it?” I beg at her lips. “Please?”

“Yes,” she yields.

I hoist the hoodie, perch her on the desk, and lower before her. She spreads her legs wide for me and caresses my head.

Shaky breaths escape her as I splay kisses on her wet panties and inhale. “Like Heaven.”

“Mmm…” She rests her hands on my shoulders as I tug her underwear down and toss it aside.

I run my tongue up her smooth thigh and dive into her shaved pussy, making her cry out as I lick her ravenously.

“Fuck! Kross!” She holds my head and grinds against my mouth. “God.”

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