Page 27 of Taste The Smoke
Kenya stuck her feet in her tennis shoes and grabbed a light jacket. The late April temperatures had hit eighty over the past couple of days, but the nights were still cool, and she figured it would be late when she came home.
Alonzo arrived and swept her off her feet into an all-consuming kiss. “Hey, love.”
It took her a moment to clear her brain and respond. “Hi, yourself. I’m ready.” He took her keys and locked the door, then led her to his car. “I’m excited about seeing the spa. The photos on the website are gorgeous.”
He slanted her a glance. “And since it’s Sunday, we’ll have the place to ourselves.”
She wondered if she could talk him into giving her that second massage. They passed the drive listening to smooth R&B, interspersed with conversation. When they arrived at the Santa Monica spa, Kenya’s first words were, “Wow.” The place was larger than it looked on the website and anchored a small shopping plaza. “This is gorgeous.”
“Thanks. We put a lot of effort into the renovations.” Alonzo unlocked the door, deactivated the alarm, then locked the door again.
The waiting area was a welcome space with neutral colors and splashes of blues and greens, giving it a calm feel. They passed an area set up for manicures and pedicures, and men’s and women’s locker rooms on the way back to the eight treatment rooms, including one used for couples and two for the estheticians. The last stop was a large room with comfortable loveseats and chairs for up to ten people, a long counter and a few low tables.
“We use this room for groups and bridal parties. They can have food and drinks catered, as well.”
“You and Sonya really outdid yourselves.”
“This is all Sonya. She has amazing vision.”
She could hear the pride in his voice. “I totally agree.”
“You know,” he said, draping his arms around her and dipping his head to place kisses on her neck, “this is the perfect time for that massage you mentioned wanting.”
“On the way here, I wondered how I was going to get you to do it.”
“All you ever have to do is ask.” Taking her hand, Alonzo guided her back to one of the treatment rooms and slowly undressed her. He lifted the sheet and gestured for her to lay on her stomach. After adjusting the head cradle, he turned on some music.
The opening strains of a Joe song started. Kenya giggled. “This is what you play during treatments? No wonder why people are lined up to get in here.”
“No. This playlist is just for you. Comfortable?”
“Very.” He dimmed the lights and folded the sheet to expose her back. A moment later, his strong hands covered in oil were there, stroking and kneading. A low moan escaped her lips and her eyes drifted closed. He worked his way over her neck and shoulders, and rubbed his thumbs slowly and methodically up and down the center of her back, applying just enough pressure for the tight muscles to loosen. Kenya gave herself totally to the sensations. He kneaded her buttocks, slipped lower, grazing her core, then continued to her inner and outer thighs, legs and feet. She moaned softly. She felt the moment his touch changed, from relaxing to arousing.
“Turn over, sweetheart,” he whispered.
His mouth latched on to hers as soon as she was on her back. Alonzo caressed and suckled her breasts, traced a path down the front of her body to her center. His fingers dipped into her center, stroking slowly. The moans spilled from her lips.
“Let’s see how sturdy this table is,” Alonzo murmured with a wicked gleam in his eyes as he donned a condom. He carefully shifted her until her butt was at the foot of the table, her head resting in the middle. To take the pressure off her back, he eased a pillow beneath her. “I love touching you, kissing you, tasting you.” Holding her gaze intently, he said, “Loving you.”
Kenya’s heart nearly burst with emotion. “I love you, too.” Their eyes still connected, he grasped her hips and entered her with one deep thrust. For a minute he held still, a look of pure ecstasy on his face. He started a slow rhythm, pushing deep, retreating to the tip and surging back in again.
“Kenya, this isn’t sex. I’m making love to the woman who has my heart.”
He used a finger to trace her lips and gazed at her with such tenderness, tears pooled in her eyes. She couldn’t speak, only feel as his strokes came faster and deeper. She wrapped her legs around his waist and gripped the edge of the table as he plunged in and out of her, hitting her sensitive spot with each rhythmic push, driving her closer and closer to the edge. He reached down and pressed his thumb against her clit, taking her higher with slow, sensual circles. Their breathing grew ragged, echoing loudly in the otherwise quiet room. A minute later, she exploded with white-hot pleasure, shaking uncontrollably and screaming out his name.
Alonzo went rigid, then bucked inside of her. He threw back his head and groaned out her name. “Baby, you’re mine,” he murmured.
He was right. She couldn’t deny he owned every part of her, body and soul.
Alonzo laughed when he read Kenya’s text and sent back:You’ll see in a little while. I thought you told me you wanted to get away. I’m making it happen, so be ready. I’ll be there to pick you up in half an hour.
From the moment he’d sent her the text telling her he was taking her away for the weekend, she’d been subtly and not so subtly trying to pry information out of him. But he wanted to surprise her and he didn’t want any distractions when he asked her to marry him. His friend, Deon, had graciously agreed to let Alonzo use the family’s room at their bed and breakfast for the weekend. Because it was located in Playa Del Rey and less than thirty minutes away, he wouldn’t have to spend the bulk of their time traveling. He reached for the gift bag and climbed out of his car. He was halfway up the walkway when the door opened and his ten-year-old goddaughter flew down the steps.
“Uncle Lonzo!”
Kamryn launched herself at him and he caught her midair, swinging her around and kissing her cheek. She’d been greeting him like this since the moment she started walking and it never failed to warm his heart. “How’s my favorite girl?” He set her on her feet and grasped her hand as they started towards the door.
“I’m good. Guess what?” she asked, bouncing up and down.
