“That sounds like a classic case of FOMO.”
His head darts in my direction, brows knitted. “I do not have a fear of missing out.”
My hand hits the air in surrender. “Just an observation. Look, I get it. It’s who you are, you’re the man about town. You love the nightlife…you’ve got to boogie…” I’m pleased he reacts to my bad joke with a warm smile. “But that’s just not me.”
“I know, Mimi.” He leans in closer to me, our legs brushing. It sends a rocket fire explosion of tingles straight into the depths of my center. I’m going to have to change my panties soon, as I’m certain they’re stuck to me. I’ve never felt this weak around a man before and goddammit, I love it. “I want to try this again. Ever since I saw you, Mimi.” He takes my hand, runs his thumb over my knuckles. My breath catches in my throat. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind.”
My brain splits in two. Of course I want to try this again, but I’m not sure I’m capable of it. I open my mouth to speak, unsure of what to say, but instead I find myself leaning forward into his hot and hungry lips. This isn’t the gentle kiss we shared in front of the club. Each nip and suck grows deeper and more passionate as our tongues dance. My hands reach around and explore his thick back, noting each crevasse and groove he’s earned from what appears to be hours at the gym.
His hardness presses against me as he leans into me, laying me flat on my back like two teenagers making out in their parents house. “I want you so bad, Mimi,” he moans into my mouth, slowly unbuttoning my pajama top. His hand finds its way inside, palming my breast. “You’ve got me so hot, I’m about to burst through my pants.”
I shut him up by mashing my lips onto his, throwing my leg over his torso as he grinds into me. My clit ignites from the pressure of his thrusts through his rough jeans. We’re carried away by the moment, passionate and eager, until in the background, I hear voices. Steps on the stairs. Keys jingling. The click of the lock popping open.
Shit!
I press Raiden off of me. “Quick! My roommate.” We dash apart and put our bits together, and not a moment too soon. In walks Tara and her girlfriend Estelle. They stop in the doorway, open mouthed as we both swipe at our red-stained mouths.
“Are we interrupting something?” Estelle’s dark eyes trail up and down Raiden.
“No,” I tug at my blouse.
“Yes,” Raiden adjusts his pants.
“We’ll be in here if you need us.” Tara shoots us a sly smile and I feel far younger than my twenty-six years. When I look down, my breast is nearly hanging out of my top. I rush to put it back in as the ladies head toward Tara’s room. A long sigh escapes my mouth, followed by a trill of nervous laughter.
“To be continued.” Raiden pulls me close, and kisses me gently. “Come to my house for dinner tomorrow night.” His lips skim the tip of my chin.
“Sounds good,” I say, reluctant to end our make out session, but appalled at the thought of us being in my room with Tara and Estelle here.
“It’ll be better than good, Mimi. It’ll be great. So great, that you’ll never want to leave.” Goosebumps explode up and down my arms. I watch him leave the apartment, still empty and aching from having to let him go. It terrifies me to think that even with all of his flaws, he just might be right.
7
Raiden
The smell of burnt chicken isn’t something you can easily cover. With the windows wide, the last bits of smoke trickle from the kitchen. Dammit! This is what I get for trying to impress a woman with my lack of cooking skills. Lucky for me GrubHub promises a pizza delivery in forty-five minutes, around the same time that Mimi is due to arrive.
Why has this woman driven me to step out of my comfort zone like she has? I know for a fact there are three events I could be attending tonight. But there’s something different about her. Yes, her looks are out of this world. Those soft curves begging to be touched, it’s hard to keep my hands off of her. But her demeanor, her strength and desire for peace, it’s a rarity. I need to know more about her. I need to keep her close to me.
Mimi arrives minutes after the pizza. When I open the door, my cock stiffens instantly. She’s a picture of perfection with her long hair pulled over one shoulder, and simple V-neck T-shirt that shows off that gorgeous rack of hers. My mouth waters at the thought, I can’t wait to suck her down. Her jeans are casual, with rips in the knees. Her lips stretch into a smile, inviting eyes sparkling.
She holds out a bottle of wine. “Thought I’d return the favor, but it’s white. Didn’t know what we were having.” I grab the wine and pull her in for a casual hug. Her breasts press against me and my dick throbs in my pants. Mimi sniffs over my shoulder. “Is something burning?”
“Yeah, dinner,” I say, leaving my arm around her waist. “But I took care of it.”
“Pizza delivery?” For the first time I notice the tiny birthmark on her cheek. I nod as Mimi playfully rolls her eyes. “It’s saved my ass a few times, too. Truth be told, I’m not the best cook.” Her hands clasped in front of her hoists her hefty cleavage high.
“Clearly, I’m not either. Points for trying?” I hold the door wide, allowing Mimi to brush past me into the house. I eye that ass of hers as she passes. Those jeans fit her to a T.
“Points for having a brownstone in Park Slope, sir.” She passes through the hall into the front room. “This is amazing. You have an actual fireplace?” She runs her hand over the mantle. Imagery flies through my mind before I can stop it: Mimi at Christmas decorating the tree. Children running around beside her. I shake it away before it takes over.
“When it’s colder, we’ll fire it up.” It comes out so fast, so naturally that I don’t realize how presumptuous it sounds until it’s already left my lips. But I don’t care. I want her to know that I’m stark raving mad about her. That I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anyone. But I need to make sure she’s comfortable first.
Mimi turns to me, her smile lighting up the room. “Let’s eat!” She slaps her palms against her jeans. It brings a smile to my own face.
“I’m pretty hungry myself.” But not just for the pizza. For every inch of Mimi’s sexy, curvy body.
We set up on the dining table. Mimi studying every inch of my home. “Confession, I hired a designer.” I sip my wine. “But I did all of the renovations myself.”