“Let me see.”
Taariq pulled away. “I didn’t hit my head. You did.”
“Oh.” She reached for her forehead but felt all right. “So where were we?”
“I was about to put you to bed. C’mon. Please.”
She gave him her best puppy-dog eyes. “I’ll be gentle.”
He looked dubious at best. “I’m not quite sure that’s at all possible with you.”
She popped him on the shoulder. “Stop being a crybaby.
C’mere.” Anna grabbed the sides of his face and jerked him toward her.
“I guess that means being gentle is off the table, huh?”
Anna smiled when she saw that there was no damage to his head. “You’re fine. Here. I’ll kiss it.” She made a big production by making a loud smooching sound when she planted her lips to the side of his head.
Taariq chuckled and pulled away. His gaze met hers again and he couldn’t help but smile again. “You’re something else. You know that?”
She shrugged demurely and then became fascinated by his smile again.
“Let me guess. You want to kiss me again.”
Anna sucked in her bottom lip and then nodded shyly.
Taariq laughed. “I swear I don’t know whether to run or make love to you.”
Finally, Anna’s gaze roamed back to his eyes. “Well, let me help you out with that decision.” She pulled his head back down and captured his lips in what could only be described as the most intoxicating kiss she had ever had in her life.
Granted she didn’t really have a long list of those, but … damn. And when Taariq’s hand started its slow climb up her leg, setting off another long trail of fire, she was lost.
Totally.
Completely.
It didn’t really matter that they were tangled up on the floor instead of her bed. In fact, it kind of made it a little hotter. By the time her entire body was ablaze, she was impatient for Taariq to round toward second base. Kissing was fine—for good girls. But she was tired of being a good girl.
Grabbing the bull by the balls—well, not literally—Anna pulled at Taariq’s shirt.
He broke the kiss. “Are you sure about this?”
Her answer was to yank the shirt over his head. After that, she pulled his face back so that she could continue to drink from his lips. With her eyes closed, she was able to enjoy the wonderful spinning inside of her head.
Taariq maneuvered their bodies around so that she could lay back flat against the floor while he took the dominate position. He broke their kiss and panted softly against the side of her neck while he tried to gain a little more control. However, when Anna started getting impatient again, she really went for it this time and shoved her hand in between his legs. When her hand gripped his bulging erection, her eyes fluttered open.
“Find anything you like?”
That can’t be real.
“It’s all me, baby.” He winked and then stood up.
Speechless, Anna just watched as Taariq reached for the top button of his jeans and then slid the zipper down so slowly that he had her quivering with anticipation.
“You look like you’re waiting to open a box on Christmas morning,” he noted, sliding his pants down off his hips.
“I could make you a bow … but then you’d have too much on.” She jiggled her brows. She liked this new saucy side. Maybe she should embrace it more often.
“You talk smack now. But I’m not so convinced that you can handle all of this, baby.” His hands went to the waistband of his boxers.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Anna threw back at him.
He must have liked that answer because the boxers went sliding down.
Anna’s mouth fell open as if her jaw suddenly weighed fifty pounds. Taariq hovered above her with his hands on his hips and his thick, long chocolaty erection sprung at least ten inches in front of him.
He laughed at her again. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”
“More like I’ve died and gone to heaven.” She made a quick drool check and then grabbed his hand and pulled him down to her level. “I see what you’re working with and I’m not scared.”
“Good to know.” He leaned close and peppered small kisses down the side of her neck. “Now it’s my turn to see what you got.” Reaching for the hem of her black dress, he waited only briefly to see if she’d back out. When no red light came on, he slid that baby up her firm legs, perfect thighs and her seductive hips. A smile hooked his lips when he saw her pretty pink Victoria’s Secrets. “Nice,” he whispered.
Still the dress went higher and revealed a flat stomach and an adorable outie belly button. By the time he reached her matching pink bra, he was practically salivating.
“Damn, Anna. Why do you always try to cover all this up? You’re fine, girl.”
She flushed. “You’re just saying that because you’re about to get laid.”
“No. I’m saying that because it’s the truth.” He dropped his head and started nibbling just around the edges of her bra.
Anna moaned as if he’d entered her already and then proceeded to lose her mind when he managed to remove her bra like Houdini and suck her hard, puckered nipple into his mouth. Proving to be quite the multitasker, Taariq kneed her legs apart and settled himself between them.
The romantic in Anna had her lost in a world of fairy dust and unicorns. The way he was working her body had her feeling that damn good. And even when his hot mouth abandoned her caramel-dusted nipples to plant small kisses down the valley of her breasts, she was still moaning and squirming with total abandonment. Then his mouth settled around her belly button at the same time one of his long fingers dipped in between the small nest of curls in between her legs.
Wet. And growing wetter each second, Taariq quickly added a second finger and started massaging the base of her fat clit. Anna released a long “Ooooh” and then gracefully arched her back so that he could get in there deeper.
Amused by her greed, Taariq’s laughter filled the small room. Even as he did so, Anna was more than aware of him inching farther down her body. At the first feel of his warm breath stirring the small hairs between her legs, her belly started quivering as if a swarm of butterflies were trying to find their way out. She expected Taariq to just plunge right in and make a feast of her, but once again, he surprised her by taking his time, sprinkling more kisses along her open thighs. Of course, that just drove her crazy, so much so that after a while, she reached down and tried to direct his head where she wanted it to go.
More laughter filled the room while Taariq stubbornly refused to relinquish his power. He knew what he was doing. He was a master at this. Anna had no choice but to endure the sweet torture of his slow thrusting fingers and the sensuous kisses he continued to plant all over her thighs.
Then there was this building pressure, rising in her fattening clit. A good sort of pressure that started to tingle deliciously. Her moans transformed into a husky whimper while her legs shook.
“Oh. I know what you’re about to do,” he said.
Anna tried to speak but suddenly English seemed too complicated.
Finally Taariq’s head