Page 24 of Caught Stealing Your Heart
Sex with Leilani was different. It was far more intimate than any other woman I’d been with, which allowed me to take my time and not simply chase a nut. What was supposed to be a day out for us ended up being a day in as we became familiar with one another’s body over and over again.
If I didn’t think the lines were blurred before, they definitely were after that.
Two weeks later…
Things between Banks and I were moving in a different direction, one I didn’t believe either of us saw coming. At first, I thought my feelings for him were simply because I’d been deprived of the type of time and attention, he selflessly gave to me. Banks had done more for me in the last month and a half than any man had ever done.
He made me feel seen.
He made me feel heard.
He made me feel like I could potentially love again.
For me, that was the scariest part.
That and the fact Brandon texted me, asking if we could meet up to talk. I kept staring at my phone, reading the text over andover as if it would go away. My fingers hovered over the screen, but I couldn’t find the right words to type. While part of me was interested in what he wanted to talk about, the other part felt guilty.
Banks and I agreed we wouldn’t see other people during the six months, so meeting Brandon would seem off to me. It would feel like I was betraying Banks and going back on my word, even though there was nothing between Brandon and me anymore. Still, I couldn’t help but to be curious as to why Brandon wanted to meet and talk. I quickly texted back and asked just as Banks came back into the room, shirtless.
If my mouth hung open any lower, it would be on the floor. I’d seen him completely nude, but I didn’t think I would ever be able to fully comprehend how fine he was. He had me mesmerized.
“Close your mouth.” Banks chuckled, lightly tapping my chin before kissing my forehead. He plopped down on the couch beside me with a bowl full of popcorn. We were having a movie night since he had some days off before he hit the road again.
Ever since the trip, we’d been joined at the hip more than usual. The lines of our contract were beginning to be blurred by our feelings, and I didn’t want to make it clear. I enjoyed the place we were in. Banks was truly a breath of fresh air in my life, one I wasn’t trying to inhale, nor did I know I was deprived of.
Playfully, I rolled my eyes before turning on the movie and grabbing a handful of popcorn. “Well, when you walked out of here, I couldn’t see the art decorating your nicely crafted body.”
“I spilled something on my shirt, so I took it off.”
“Let me create you.”
“Huh?”
I paused the movie, turned toward him, and teased, “If you can huh, you can hear.” Banks threw a piece of popcorn at me,and I snickered. “No, seriously. Let me create you. I want to create you how I see you in the best way I know how.”
“Oh, really? And how is that?”
“You’ll see once you agree to become my muse.”
“When do you want to do this?”
A smile spread my lips across my face as I hopped up with my hand out. Banks shook his head, set the popcorn down, and placed his hand in mine. I led him to my spare bedroom where my creativity blossomed. I instructed him to sit while I turned on my playlist and got set up. While I maneuvered around the room, I could feel Banks watching me.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” I questioned, side-eyeing him.
“You know what I always tell you. You’re beautiful. It’s hard for me not to stare. You got a problem with it?”
“There goes that smart mouth. But for your information, no, I don’t. It’s been a while since someone admires me like you do.”
“You deserve to be admired, and not just your outer beauty, but your inner beauty as well,” Banks expressed in a serious tone.
“And you’re just as beautiful, Banks. Seriously.”
With his fingers, Banks motioned for me to come over to him. I set my phone up on the tripod before skipping over and sitting on his lap. My hands immediately went to his chest, finger tracing over my favorite tattoo of his. It was a baseball in a glove with fire behind it and his number etched in the middle. Whoever tattooed it did an impeccable job because the 3D effects were far too real.
Banks dragged his fingers over my thigh, slowly traveling up to my shorts. I slapped his hand away, and he smirked. He puckered his lips up at me. I kissed his cheek and tried to hop up, but Banks pulled me back down and smashed our lips together. Our tongues intertwined as we deepened the kiss. My nippleshardened against my crop top, and Banks fingers fondled with one of them. If we didn’t stop, I wouldn’t get any work done, and I truly wanted to capture him.
In between kisses, I said, “You gotta let me go.”
