Page 21 of Continuum

“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”

“I told you. I was shy and you had a girlfriend.”

“No, I meant on the day you got dressed up for our tutoring session. You said your friends had hyped you up and you were ready. Why didn’t you say anything?”

“You said you were with Jayla and I just…lost my nerve,” I stated softly. I watched his eyes zero in on my lips as I licked them. “What would you have said?”

“Well, I don’t know what I would’ve said, but I know what I would’ve done,” he uttered, stretching his arm out so that his fingers just barely brushed my shoulders. “I would’ve given you my number and I would’ve taken yours. I would’ve made sure I saw you before graduation. I would’ve called you when I heard about Chicago. I would’ve called you while I was in Chicago.”

His slight touch created a flutter deep in my gut that was hard to ignore.

I lightly cleared my throat. “What about now? What would you do now?” I asked in a voice slightly above a whisper.

Kwame reached for the wine glass in my hand and sat it on the table next to him. He moved down so that he was sitting directly beside me. His closeness was starting to affect my thinking and I felt dizzy.

“Now,” he whispered, caressing my cheek. “I would look you in your eyes and tell you that I’ve been thinking about kissing your lips all night.”

My lips parted, tingling with the mere mention of a kiss. “Oh yeah?”

He nodded, bringing his face an inch from mine as I maintained eye contact. “Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” I whispered breathily.

When his lips touched mine, the bright room darkened the way it does when there’s an impending storm. He pushed me back, overpowering me and I reclined into the leather. The crack of electricity between us was like lightning as our tongues touched. His low, rumbling groan was like thunder as he deepened the kiss. My entire body clenched at the sound.

With one hand on his back and the other gripping his shirt, I pulled more of his weight onto me. He put one arm behind my head and the hand that had gingerly stroked my cheek was firmly wrapped around my neck. He applied a little pressure and if I was wearing panties, they would be soaked.

“Aisha,” he groaned, pulling out of the kiss slightly. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No,” I panted.

“Good.”

I opened my eyes and wrapped a hand around his forearm. Tugging at it, he released my throat and allowed me to drag his fingers over my taut nipples.

His lips covered mine and I continued to push his hand down my dress. He allowed me to direct him to my hemline before he stopped.

“Aisha.” The heated way he said my name and the placement of his hand on my bare knee sent a chill down my spine. “You are making it hard.”

I licked his lip and snaked my hand over his crotch. “Very hard.”

His eyes closed as I moved my hand over the thick erection confined beneath his pants. His grip on my knee tightened when I stretched to try to unbuckle his belt.

“I want you,” I told him breathily.

He inhaled sharply.

“Fuck me,” I continued.

My eyes pinged around his face and I saw the effect my words had on him.

“What are you saying right now?” His voice was low and hoarse as he opened his eyes. He brought his nose to mine. “Why?”

“I want you to make me cum.” I couldn’t get the belt out of the loop, so I moved on to the zipper.

His breathing became labored. “You don’t fuck on the first date…”

I started unzipping his pants. “I’m living in the moment.”

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