A devilish smile slipped onto her lips. Alise walked toward me until she was so close that I could breathe her in. She gazed at my erection that was about to burst out of my pants into freedom like a renegade. Biting down on her bottom lip, her sparkling brown orbs looked up into mine.
"Are you sure that's all you wanted, Bruiser?" she asked with fire in her tone. As her eyes went back to stare at my hardened dick, her towel loosened and fell to the floor, exposing her naked and wet body to my hungry perusal.
I dared to take one step closer, forcing my tongue to unstick from the roof of my mouth to speak.
"You know it's not, Alise, but you've been running from this thing growing between us from the start. What's changed tonight?"
Maybe, I should've kept my mouth shut and happily taken whatever she offered, but what I felt for her wouldn't lessen with a single night together. My heart was on the line, and I wanted, needed to know if it was th
e same for her... or not. Everyone should know where they stood.
"You changed, Bruiser. You're here. I'm here. There're no fans, friends, and stalkers to keep barriers between us, and I have only so much resistance to you."
That, I could work with.
"There's no going back to being just bodyguard and client if you... if WE do this, Alise."
"Let's take it one night at a time, Bruiser.”
Alise palmed the sides of my face into her soft hands and pulled me to her for a kiss. There would be no coming back from this. I hoped she understood that. I lost all control when my hands went to my zipper, and I quickly removed my pants and underwear.
“I’m on the pill,” she said between kisses.
“I’m clean. No diseases,” I replied, dragging her lips back to mine.
“Me either.”
The short time that our kiss disconnected for her to speak, I missed her desperately. She pulled my face to hers again and kissed me like I’ve never been kissed before. I felt crazy and ravenous when I picked her up into my arms, palmed her ass to hold her right where I wanted her, and shoved my dick in her hot pussy. It gripped me immediately. I had to fight back a tear from slipping out the corner of my eye. She felt that damn good.
Her pussy clenched and released around my cock and damn near sent me over the edge. Cursing under my breath, I withdrew only to drive balls-deep inside her sticky wetness that tormented me, challenged my stamina yet felt like home. Her heat seared my soul. I panted for air and control. Neither were anywhere to be had. This would not be a gentle first time.
Wrapping her limbs around me to hold on for all she was worth, she established scorching eye contact. Her hips thrust in time with mine. She moaned my name in the same way she sang lyrics, with soul and the haunting longing for something missing. For me, that was her.
She touched something way past my soul, deep inside me, the first time I laid eyes on her. There was no name for it. Whatever and wherever it was belonged to her. In this moment, I was convinced that would never change.
Losing myself in her stare, I hammered into her relentlessly. An urgency to be with her, everything she craved built until it was a living, breathing entity standing right beside us. The sound of flesh rhythmically hitting flesh in a beat for the only dance as old as time filled the room.
I slept with Alise lying inside my arms. As to whether this would be a night of hot passionate lovemaking that ended here for her, I would have to wait and see. But I was in it for the long haul. I was hooked on her since the first time I saw her at the club, and it wasn’t a regular attraction but the kind that men start wars for.
I stepped into a new arena falling for a black woman, and I stepped in full-well knowing all of the consequences. I did have internal questions that roamed through my mind involuntarily. Would she be there for me if I had to defend myself against another black person, or would she stick up for her race?
Life had taught me, no matter how much you’re there for people, when the rubber meets the road, everyone shows their true colors. It was important to me to only allow people into my heart who would have my back, no matter what. Not because they would condone me doing wrong, but because they knew who I was as a man.
Alise snuggled closer into my arms and whispered, “Hold me.”
I couldn’t deny her my closeness. After all, my desire to do that very thing had gotten me here, lying in her bed. I gathered her up into my arms and held her tightly for the rest of the night.
Chapter Eight
Alise
A Heart’s Betrayal
When I went into the sanctuary of my shower last night, the gig was up. I fell against the door and clutched my imaginary pearls. That man. Wow. I was fucked. I resisted him until I no longer could. I knew he was there to protect me, and truthfully, I had no reason to push him away. The fake beef I concocted with Bruiser was to protect me from having another reason to sing another sad love song. It was to protect me from protectors like him.
When I spotted Bruiser’s profile on the other side of the shower, watching me, it didn’t creep me out like it should have. Instead, I had the answer to my question. Yes, Bruiser was feeling me. And by feeling me, I mean, his engorged erection was trying its best to pry its way out of his black jeans. It was a sight I could never unsee. In that moment, I could no longer deny that I was feeling him too.
Bruiser turned over in bed and wrapped his arm around me tighter. He was so warm that I didn’t want to move from underneath him ever, but my doorbell was ringing. No, the doorbell part didn’t happen last night.