Page 29 of Perfect Strangers

Major calms down. “What, you looked hilarious with all that food in your mouth. Are you storing for the winter?”

Before even thinking it through, I find myself shoving a piece of cheesecake in his face, and smearing it all over. Major immediately stops laughing as I cover his face with cake. I stare at him for a brief moment before chuckling under my breath.

He huffs and licks a piece of cake from the corner of his mouth. He sucks his lips, tasting the cake. “Hmm, needs a hint of sugar.”

I explode into laughter at his reaction and before I know it, he hits me with chocolate mousse. My eyes shoot open in complete shock as I see him roll back into his seat, holding his stomach as he roars with amusement.

As my vengeance grows more and more, I grab another piece of cheesecake, and aim, right before Major grabs hold of my hand. “Truce. Truce.”

I hesitate, waiting for him to renig, but he seems compliant. “Sure, truce.”

He reaches for a napkin, tossing it to me, and I clean the mousse off my face. He uses another napkin to clean his and a few moments later we are good as new. I can’t help but cackle under my breath as we put the plate of dessert back on the table.

I motion for the love seat, but he pulls me toward him and grabs hold, as we stand hand in hand. He raises my arms, and nests them behind his neck as his hands stay on my hips. We sway together in silence for a brief moment before I state the obvious.

“What are you doing?”

Major’s deep voice mumbles. “Dancing.”

I glance around, feeling like a fool. “But there’s no music.”

He huffs with agitation and steps back to pull out his phone. Seconds later, music plays from his phone and he places it on the table. He brings me back to my earlier position as we sway to the song.

“There, better?”

My lips curve into a smile. “Yes, very.”

We dance to the beat of the song as the lights from above twinkle and light up the night sky. The smooth melody of the song deepens our connection as I listen to the lyrics.

I peer at Major, asking. “What song is this?”

“It’s Small Talk by Majid Jordan. They’re a relatively small group but I really enjoy their music. It’s R & B mixed with electronic beats. These guys got some serious talent.”

Our bodies move along to the sounds as another song begins to play. The famous beats of the drums immediately signal familiarity and I glance up at Major. “The Zombies?”

He nods, “Time of the Season is a classic.”

His arms squeeze tighter around my hips as his body presses closer into me. The heavy beats and dangerous song lyrics steam up the cool air around us as I stare into Major’s dark eyes. I notice that same intensity as before and in that moment, his lips are on mine.

His hands rush up toward my hair, gripping me tighter as our lips press against one another. My body heats with excitement and lust as my lungs gasp for air. He groans with fury as one hand dips lower and grazes the curves of my hips.

He steps forward pushing me toward the love seat and within seconds, I crash onto it. His body presses on top of mine and our lips meet each other again. Strong hands caress the curves of my body as his lips pull away from mine, and leave a trail of kisses along my neck. I let out a soft moan as my body fills with heat.

The bulge from his jeans press against my inner thigh turning me on even more. His hand grazes underneath my dress, as his fingers slide up to my thigh and I can’t help but giggle underneath him. Major lifts himself up, meeting my gaze.

He takes a deep breath before asking me, “You wanna go back to my place.”

Without even thinking, I answer. “Yes.”

Without a second to spare, Major busts through the apartment door with me in his arms. Our lips tangle with one another as he shuts the door behind us. I kick off my shoes as he removes my jacket and his. His hands cup my ass as he lifts me off the ground and carries me toward his bedroom.

Major tosses me on the bed as I let out a chuckle filled with excitement and anticipation. He crawls over me pressing his lips back onto mine. My hands tangle in his black hair as he nuzzles his lips all over my neck.

My legs cradle around his body, pushing him forward and further into me. In an instant, he lifts off and slips out of his jeans. I sit up to pull his shirt over his head. Major bends down, kissing my legs and moving up toward my inner thigh.

I taste my lips, savoring each moment as Major’s press onto my skin, heating every inch with each touch of his lips. His strong hands rub all over my body, lifting up my dress over my head. In just a bra and panties, I sit still waiting for Major to make the first move.

I catch him staring, admiring my curves as his eyes travel up and down my body. At that moment, my inner conscience kicks in, reminding me of the task that I promised I would complete today.

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