Page 119 of Tangled Hearts
“You don’t get to ruin my night,” she whispered, though her legs locked tighter around him.
“Then let me make it right,” he countered, dragging his lips down her neck. “Let me love on you the way you should’ve been loved all along.”
Her body betrayed her words, arching into him. His palms slid over her thighs, pulling her closer, until there was no space left between them.
“Rock…” Her tone was a warning and a want at the same time.
He lifted his head, eyes dark, breathing heavy. “I swear to God, I’m done running. I’ll show up every day if you let me. Just don’t leave me out here knowing you still feel this.”
Her reply came in another kiss, softer this time, slower—carrying more than lust. It was the kiss of a woman testing if she could trust again.
When his hand slipped under the satin of her dress, she didn’t stop him. She only whispered against his lips, “if you want me, you gon’ have to prove it outside this kitchen too.”
“I will,” he promised, lifting her higher, his mouth trailing lower. “But right now, let me remind you who you are to me.”
His dark lips peppered kisses down her body until he was close enough to greet her already dripping pussy.
“Fuck,” Shakeisha tried to keep her voice down knowing her baby was sleeping down the hall.
Between her moans and the hum of the refrigerator, nothing else could be heard but the sound of Rock slurping on her.
“Give me one,” he encouraged her release tickling her pearl with his tongue flicking in a quick motion, only stopping to tug on her clit gently with his teeth.
She sucked her lips into her mouth to muffle the scream she wanted to release as she came fast and hard.
Her body twitched when he licked her a little more before coming up for air. “That’s what the fuck I’m talking ‘bout.”
Rock lifted her from the counter; her legs locked around his waist as he carried her down the short hall. Shakeisha clung to him, torn between pushing him back and pulling him closer. She was in a state of bliss from her nut. By the time he laid her on the bed, her dress was already bunched high on her thighs again.
“Rock…” she breathed, propping herself on her elbows.
He hovered over her, brushing a kiss down her jawline. “I know. You don’t trust me. But let me show you I ain’t playing no more.”
Her body trembled under his touch, but her eyes held steady on him. “You can’t fix years of bullshit in one night.”
“I ain’t trying to,” he answered, his lips brushing her collarbone. “I’m tryna start.”
His fingers slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. She let him, even lifted her hips when he tugged the satin down. Her breath caught when his mouth trailed over her stomach, her hands tangling in his braids.
“You serious about this?” she asked, desperate for him to get it right this time.
He pulled back just enough to look at her. “Dead serious. I want you for real. Not just tonight. Not just when it’s convenient. I want you.”
Her chest rose and fell as she studied him, searching for the lies she was used to. But his eyes didn’t move, didn’t shift. They were locked on her like she was the only thing that mattered.
Rock gave her his eyes long enough. Then he wanted to taste her again.
When he pressed his mouth lower, her moan filled the room. She gripped the sheets, legs shaking, her guard slipping with every kiss he left on her skin.
“Rock…” she gasped again, this time less protest and more surrender.
He climbed back up, kissing her lips rough and with urgency, before pulling her closer. “I swear, Shakeisha, I’ll show up every day for you. Just don’t push me away when I’m finally tryna be who you need.”
Her reply came in a whisper against his lips. “Then prove it, nigga.”
He laughed. “Still my ghetto baby.”
“Always… I just know how to use it to own the world.”
