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Alonzo tried to figure out what just happened. The conversation seemed simple enough, but in some ways felt almost as if he’d passed some sort of test.
What he found out about Phaedra was that their mother hadn’t lied. From the moment they walked back inside, she’d asked about his job, where he lived, his family, if he had children, and a host of other things, until Mrs. Grant cut in and said they were leaving.
“I just have to check him out and make sure he’s going to take care of my sister,” Phaedra said.
Kenya put a hand on her hip. “He had Dad hemmed up on the wall after he tried to hit me. I think he did take care of me.”
“Yeah, you’re right. My bad.” She turned to their mother. “Okay, Mom. Let’s go.”
After they hugged Kenya and made promises to check on her tomorrow, the women started for the door. Her mother said, “It was nice to meet you, Alonzo, and thank you again.”
“It was nice to meet you, too. Both of you.” Alonzo hung back to give them privacy.
When they reached the door, Phaedra turned, rushed back over to Alonzo and hugged him. “You’re going to make a great brother-in-law,” she said softly, then winked and strutted back to the door.
He couldn’t do anything but laugh. The woman was outrageous.
Kenya said her goodbyes, closed the door and came back to where he was waiting. “Sorry about Phaedra. The girl has absolutely no filter.” She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Idon’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t been here. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
“I’m just sorry you had to deal with it at all.” Holding her in his arms, his heart rate finally went back to a normal pace.
“I hate that he messed up our day.”
“We aren’t going to let him have any more of our time. We’re going to pack up a few more boxes, then I’m going to give you that massage. Okay?”
She stared up at him. “Okay.”
Unable to resist, he bent and captured her mouth in a slow, drugging kiss, wanting to erase every second of the last fifteen minutes. He didn’t want her to feel fear, anger, or any other negative emotion. He only wanted her to feel passion. And his steadily growing love for her.
“Alonzo,” she murmured against his lips.
“I know, baby. Work first, pleasure later.” Alonzo drew in a deep breath, to bring his rampant desire under control. He wanted to make love to her here and now.
“I’m done working for today. I’d rather have dessert, then the massage.”
“Whatever you want to do, sweetheart.” Except the only dessert he wanted was her.
Kenya took his hand and led him to the kitchen. “Brownie sundaes with my homemade chocolate sauce.”
“Homemade?”
“Yep,” she said, grinning. “Wanna taste?”
“Yeah, I do.”
She poured some of the sauce in to a bowl and stuck it in the microwave for a few seconds, then she got a spoon, dipped some out and fed it to him.
Alonzo opened his mouth as she slowly slid in the spoon and drew it out again. The warm, decadent flavor exploded on his tongue. He groaned. “That’s good. I think I need another taste.”He dipped his finger in the bowl, smeared some across her lips and licked off every drop, then kissed her deeply. “Even better.” Reaching out, he whipped her shirt over her head, tossed it aside and did the same with her bra. He smeared the chocolate over her breasts and licked her clean.
“What are you doing to me?”
“Tasting you. I’m going to taste every part of your beautiful body.” In the blink of an eye, he had her naked and spread out on the kitchen table. He took his time, starting at her ankles, charting a path up her body with the chocolate and his tongue, lingering over some places longer than others. Her moans heightened his own arousal, but today would be just for her. He wanted her to know what it felt like to be desired, cherished. Using the spoon, he drizzled the chocolate over her center. He nudged her legs apart, hooked her legs over his shoulders and pressed a kiss to the hot, wet space between her legs and swiped his tongue across her core in one long stroke.
“Alonzo!” Kenya screamed out his name and her hips flew off the table.
She gripped his head and squirmed as his tongue delved in and out of her. Not taking his mouth off her, he lifted her from the table, carried her to the closest wall and continued his taste quest. Her scent and her taste consumed him, and he stroked her deeper as her cries became louder. Alonzo changed the tempo, the slow, hot licks pushing her higher and higher until she convulsed in a shuddering climax that made her scream out his name. “Now, you’re ready for your massage.” Their time together would come soon.
CHAPTER 7
