Chapter 8
Savvy
As we drive back to the hotel I reflect over the day. It was literally one of the best I’ve ever had. When Joshua went to get my shoes so he could bring me home I didn’t want to go, and Joshua could tell.
“Don’t look at me like that Savvy. I would love nothing more than to go to sleep with you in my arms and in my bed but that’s not what you or I need.”
“Really and what do we need, Joshua?”
“Time, time to get to know each other to open up and share not just the surface stuff but the shit you’re afraid to let me see or know and vice versa. And yeah, we could be sexual and still do all that, but I do not think us bringing in sex will be beneficial, it clouds things Savannah, and I don’t want that with you. What I want with you is everything but more specifically and more immediately I want your intimacy and we both know intimacy is more important than sex. But make no mistake I am going to have you and when I do, you're going to take all of me, every inch of me and every part of what makes me … me. You’ll own and know my heart, mind, and soul there will be nothing between us and I don’t mean clothes or a condom. I mean absolutely nothing. So, come on baby let me get you back to the hotel we have a lot to do before we leave for New York.”
What the hell did he just say to me? Maybe on our way back from New York we can swing by dad’s house and he can marry us. There are days I feel like this relationship is flying by and then he says shit like that, and I feel like it’s not moving fast enough.
Joshua parks, I must have zoned out cause I didn’t realize we had made it back to the hotel. He opens my door and helps me out. He walks me in the hotel, and I know he is going to walk me to my hotel room. I finally reach my room and I open the door. He walks in to make sure the room is good and leads me back to the door.
“What are you doing tomorrow Savvy?”
“Going to church then coming back here, you gave me the keys to the house, so I’ll probably take my stuff over there and check out of this room.”
“Where are you going to church tomorrow?”
“Full Deliverance C.O.G.I.C. on Kings Street.”
“What time does church start?”
“11 am.”
“Ok. My brother’s and I will be here tomorrow to help you move and get settled in the house.”
“I don’t have that much stuff Joshua.”
“I don’t care if all you have is you, we’ll be here to help ok?”
“OK.”
“Good, let me go. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Ok.”
I look up at him expecting him to give me his customary forehead kiss but instead reaches around me and grabs my tee shirt at the small of my back and brings me to him. The other hand grabs my ponytail, and he leans in and licks my lips. I swear to all that is good and bright in this world my knees gave out.
He kisses both corners of my mouth, he buries his nose in my neck and takes a deep breath. When he looks up and looks me in my eyes I’m done for. He leans his forehead against mine as he massages the small of my back. He leans in again and sucks my bottom lip in his mouth and we both release a groan together. He releases my lip and begins to kiss along my jawline until he gets to the area below my ear, and he bites it.
When the hell did that become an erogenous zone? I reach up and grab his biceps so that I do not melt into a puddle at his feet. When he makes his way back to my mouth he swoops in and kisses me like our literal life depends on this kiss. When his tongue begins to tangle with mine, I want to climb his ass and take all that he’s willing to give. Oh, My Damn I have never been kissed like this before. Hell, I’m willing to say after this kiss I’ve never been kissed before. Just when I think I am going to lose my mind and literally beg this man to fuck me he ends the kiss. He rests his forehead against mine as we both catch our breath.
A few minutes later he says, “We’re going to be explosive together Savannah I have no doubt in my mind. Good night sweetheart.”
“Good night Jag.”
He pauses and smiles down at me. “Why Jag?”
“It’s your initials, Joshua Abraham Gideon aka Jag.”
It was worth the wait to get my nickname. I like it. And he walks out. I stand at that door for god knows how long trying to get one brain cell to function. That man is dangerous. I need a whole shower. When I get out of the shower and get in the bed, I get my normal text letting me know he made it home telling me good night hatima yangu. What the hell does that mean! Is the last thing I think of as I drift off to sleep?
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I wake up and get ready for church, because yeah, this is what I do. I pull up to the church and I know I must be seeing things. Is that Joshua’s car? Please God tell me that is not that man’s SUV. I go and park next to it and by the time I cut the engine he is opening my door. Now I came to church to hear a word from the Lord, and to thank Him for all the blessings he is allowing in my life and this fine mother … breathe, Savannah, you are at church. We are not going to cuss right now. How in the world am I supposed to concentrate or have my mind on God with him sitting next to me? And to add insult to injury he is looking like a fine as frog’s hair split six ways, damn.