I followed suit. “Yeah, that’s an adjective one could use to describe those bitch—I mean, cats.” I almost let my manners slip. I can’t believe those motherfuckers gave Dawn this address. What the fuck did they think she was asking for—Greek orientation?
“And your mom…when is she due in town?”
“I’ll have to ask Brett. He’s taking care of all of that.”
I bit my nails, still on edge, and even adding horny as a motherfucker to my fucked up state. I can’t believe I kissed that woman. I’m no saint, I’ve done some pretty shady shit in my life—seriously fucked up deeds. But never would I hurt Rayna. I could never betray her trust. I couldn’t imagine her being disloyal either. I get sick at the thought of her being with another man. Ever. If I had it my way, she would never experience another cock fucking her properly, arms to hold adoringly, tongue teasing her insanely or lips worshipping her totally.
Ever.
“Azmir…” Rayna called out to me, bringing my attention back to our conversation.
“You look stressed. Are you keeping something from me?” Rayna asked in jest as she narrowed her sexy eyes and her luscious lips twitched, trying to conceal a smile. That was the only clue I had of her not being totally aware of my reckless malefactions. My guilt. Before I could respond she purred, “I can help remedy the stress.” She lifted a seductive eyebrow.
At that moment, I decided to push all bullshit concerning things that didn’t include making Rayna the happiest woman on this planet aside. She’s my right now. My forever. My life. No one else matters. Not now. Not ever. This is our bubble.
I cleared my throat as I inclined myself in my chair. “Sure you can. You can start by showing me what’s underneath that T-shirt,” I all but growled.
Without a moment of hesitation, and with the sexiest scraping of her bottom lip, Rayna pulled the oversized T-shirt over her head and I watched raptly as her arms collapsed back down against her ribcage. Her brown nipples glistened and my tongue contracted, begging to taste them.
Fucking beautiful.
“Azmir,” she moaned, feeling exposed, I’m sure. It didn’t help that I was gawking at her like a hungry man at a T-bone steak. I didn’t answer right away. I couldn’t help my ogling.
After a few beats, I ordered, “Bring your knees up and spread those meaty thighs that I’m addicted to being in between. I’m about to show you how to pleasure yourself A.D. style…but you have to promise me one thing.”
Her chest rose and fell visibly and Ryana’s round eyes popped open while her mouth collapsed with impatience. “What?” she panted.
That quickly, Rayna was caught up. She never failed to reveal who her * belonged to. It might as well have had my name tattooed on it. I commanded it even from across the country. If I couldn’t capture her heart, I damn sure held her body captive. This, I was sure of from the first time I tasted her. She is mine. All mine.
“You don’t share this technique with anyone, neither do you attempt it without me. Understand?”
With her mouth hanging open, she nodded, filled with anticipation. Her beauty took my breath away. I used to think that was some corny shit that only love-sick fools used to express loose emotions. That was until I became one of those fools. Rayna’s presence rendered me speechless. I can now say that I know what this love shit feels like. It has you thinking and rethinking everything. It has you exploring thoughts and possibilities that your mind has never ventured to. It has you transforming into a being you never knew your substance consisted of.
Goddamn, if I wasn’t in some shit that had totally consumed me.