Page 19 of Night and Day
Anton laughed and thought about the question for a moment. “Yes, I’ll probably miss her, to some degree, but not for long. Our relationship was essentially over. But I think with any breakup, there’s always a sense of loss of what you had, and what you could have had.”
Tamika nodded. “I get that. My relationship with Calvin wasn’t perfect, but we could have been so much more. I had this idealized idea of both of us being successful entrepreneurs and taking our businesses to the next level.” She huffed out a disappointed breath. “But after I found out he was cheating, I basically checked out. I guess he checked out, too, because he hasn’t tried to touch me in months.” She winced, as if saying the words out loud caused her pain.
“Calvin’s a damn fool. If you were my woman, I couldn’t go a day without touching you,” Anton said softly.
Sexual awareness thrummed the air between them.
“You’re just saying that,” Tamika said, her voice sounding strained.
“No, I’m not.”
She swallowed. “We should probably stop now.”
She still seemed uncertain, as if she didn’t believe him. Yet another reason to kick Calvin’s ass, because he made this sexy woman doubt her own appeal.
“We’re all done here, so I’ll clean up…” she continued. As Tamika closed the empty pizza box, he noticed her fingers were shaking.
She hopped up from the floor, and he followed her into the kitchen with the empty bottles of beer.
“You can put those in the recycling bin, over there,” she said, pointing.
Anton dropped them into the container and turned to face her. He didn’t say a word. Watching. Waiting.
Smoothing her hands down her hips, Tamika said, “Well, it’s late, so…”
Eyes locking with hers, Anton prowled closer. “Don’t tell me Tamika’s at a loss for words.”
“It’s rare, but it can happen,” she said in a soft voice, gazing up at him.
Anton lifted her chin higher with two fingers, angling her face so they looked directly into each other’s eyes. “I meant what I said. If you were mine, I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of you. And honestly, I’ve been thinking about getting you naked all night.”
He saw when the air left her lungs, her chest depressing and her breath whispering past her parted lips. As if the words brought her a sense of relief.
Then, in a low voice, she asked, “What are you waiting for?”
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Their mouths locked together, and Tamika clenched her arms around Anton’s neck. His lips were soft, yet firm. Sweet and succulent as they moved over hers, the possessive pressure making her head swim as lust flared in her loins like a bonfire doused in gasoline.
Yes. Yes. Yes.She needed this. She needed him. He was a salve for the gaping hole blown in her pride and heart.
Anton’s hands climbed up her thighs, bunching her dress as they shifted higher. His tongue slipped between her lips, dipping and swirling inside her mouth as he molded her hips and ass with hands that were almost rough in their urgency. Standing on tiptoe, Tamika pressed her mouth harder to his and rubbed her aching nipples against his hard chest for relief. His expert kisses edged away the hurt and embarrassment of the past week and replaced them with the heat of raging desire.
He pulled the dress straps down her shoulders, lips wreaking havoc on the side of her neck and eliciting helpless whimpers of encouragement. When her breasts were exposed, he gazed at them with darkened eyes.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and reverentially kissed the tops of each, treating them to his wet mouth.
He licked the underside of each breast and sucked the engorged nipples into his mouth. Teasing. Torturing. Forcing Tamika’s head to fall back and her body to arch away from the wall. She became lost in the sensations evoked by his mouth, his warm breath skidding over her breasts driving her insane. He seemed to be obsessed with her nipples, grunting his satisfaction as he teased them one at a time in his mouth. His uninterrupted devotion made breathing difficult and forced her to bite her lip to refrain from begging him to stop.
Anton dropped to his knees and used blunt fingers to drag her thong past her knees, right before he pushed up her dress and his tongue darted out to her shaved sex. Tamika cried out and grabbed the top of his head.
She thought she was losing control before, but nothing—nothing prepared her for Anton Bevins’ thick lips gripping her engorged clit. She sucked air between her teeth, undulating her hips into the exquisite pleasure of his wicked mouth.
With his hands spreading her ass cheeks, his tongue lashed against her clit. He ate her out like a starving man, as if she was the first and only thing he’d eaten all night. The erotic goodness of his mouth brought her close to fainting, the furious assault on her sex continuing until a rolling orgasm billowed through her body.
She cried out again, louder this time, shaking as pleasure pummeled her body. As the climax wound down, Anton stood and held her head steady with a firm grip. His kissed her hard, pressing his lips to hers in a ravenous demand as his thumbs brushed along her cheeks. His clothes grated against her already sensitive nipples, forcing a moan of frustration from the depths of her chest as she struggled to remain upright on downright shaky legs.
Panting and desperate, Tamika tore at his shirt, popping open buttons and yanking the tail from his waistband. His pants were next, fingers trembling in anticipation as she unzipped him, pushing down his boxers until his dick sprang free like an erotic surprise.
