Page 60 of Night and Day
Finally, Anton whispered, “I missed you.”
Tears sprang to her eyes. “I missed you, too.”
She’d missed him but couldn’t face him or the mess she’d made with her absence. She’d needed him but was too ashamed to reach out, yet he was right there, ready to forgive and take her hand, offering support as always.
She kissed his jaw and his Adam’s apple. She missed the smell of him and welcomed the firmness of his muscles under her palms.
Her fingers pressed into his skin, and she let out a little moan as her tongue licked out to taste the underside of his chin. His right hand cupped her breast through her top, and his thumb brushed across the peak with erotic negligence. In response, her nipples tightened and the cleft between her thighs pulsed with need.
Slowly, they edged toward the bed. Tamika undressed him, Anton undressed her, and their clothes whispered to the floor in the quiet. The only sound that could be heard was their breathing. Then they climbed into bed with their lips and hands moving carefully, lovingly over each other’s skin.
Initially, Tamika’s actions were gentle and slow. But the kisses soon deepened, and the touches became more feverish. She smoothed her palms down his chest to his pelvis, stroking his stiffened length before she kissed it and licked the veined underside, reveling in the sound of his groans of satisfaction.
His fingers threaded through her dark hair, and his lips traced a path from the beating pulse at the base of her neck down through the valley between her breasts. His large hands closed around the full orbs and squeezed, kneading them with gentle force, adding to the teasing with prolonged sucks and moist licks of his tongue.
Slowly but surely, her breathing became more erratic—shifting from slow and labored to impatient, moaning pants. When Anton finally pushed inside of her, Tamika released a wild sigh of relief and closed her eyes to completely immerse herself in the sensation of his deep penetration.
Anton’s fingers gripped her buttocks as he withdrew and then sank into her.
“Love you so much, sweetheart,” he rasped in her ear.
“Love you, too. I love you, Anton!”
Tamika cried out the words as she orgasmed, gripping his shoulder blades, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her fingers tightened into fists as her body convulsed with pleasure. There was nothing but bliss as she floated among the clouds, her love for Anton filling every crevice of her heart.
“It’s toolate to be doing this,” Tamika said.
After making love, they’d taken a shower. They were both craving pizza, but all the restaurants were closed at that time of the night, so they went to the grocery store and picked up two frozen pepperoni pizzas, which they promptly tossed in the oven for a very late-night meal.
“It’s never too late for pizza,” Anton told her.
Instead of sitting at the table, they reclined on the floor, like they did that first night months ago. She had fallen in love with him then but hadn’t realized it at the time.
“We never did go on that celebration dinner after I signed the contracts,” Tamika said, shaking Parmesan cheese over her slice.
“You ready to do that?” Anton asked.
“Yes, I’m ready.”
She was ready for a lot of things. She was also ready to talk about the miscarriage, which they spent the next few minutes doing, sharing their thoughts and heartbreak. There were tears, but not as many as before. When they finished talking about the baby, they changed the conversation and discussed her plans for TamCam Cosmetics, and her hopes and dreams for the line now that she had the backing of a large industry player behind her.
“I can’t wait to see my products in stores,” Tamika said.
“Me, either. I’m making sure everybody knows—that’s friends, family, and co-workers—that my girl—”
“Fiancée,” she corrected.
“Fiancée.” His smile lit up her heart. “Make sure they know all about my fiancée’s products, and if they know what’s good for them, they’ll buy them.”
“You’re going to threaten them, Anton?” Tamika said with a laugh.
“Not threaten, but definitely give them a hard nudge.”
“Please don’t alienate your friends or lose your job pushing my products,” Tamika said with a giggle.
“Speaking of which, Marvin was praising my skin a while back and asked for some of that homemade moisturizing mask you put on my face.”
“You mean my goop?”
