Page 79 of Creole Kingpin
“Just like old times,” I say, excited and still nostalgic. “Except, you know ... no flooding, and we have power and hot water.”
Moses comes into the room, wraps his thick arms around my waist, and pulls me against his body. It’s like no time has passed at all between this moment and the memory I was reliving. I curl into his heat and breathe in his unique spicy scent.
“We made it work, didn’t we?” he asks.
“Yeah, we did. Those should’ve been the worst days of my life, and instead, because you were there with me, they were some of the best.”
His body tenses for a beat before he pulls back to look down at me. “I’m glad I was there. So fucking glad.”
It’s like he shows up when I need him most in my life.
We both know what would have happened to me if he hadn’t been there after the storm, so I don’t have to say a thing. Instead, I lift my lips to his and sweep them across his warm skin.
After kissing him earlier, I need more.
This time, Moses takes over, one hand burying in my hair as he tilts my head to the side. My mouth opens and his tongue steals inside, and all I taste is Moses. After goingyearswithout kissing anyone, I want to live in this kiss. There’s something so perfect about the feel of his lips on mine, and the way he holds me like he’s never letting me go.
I love it.
My thought from earlier comes back.I’m falling in love with him all over again, and I’m not doing a damn thing to stop it.
Finally, Moses pulls back. I meet his gaze, and the flames in those green-gold eyes are so hot, they could blister me.
“I want you bad, mama. I told myself I’d wait. I told myself I’d make you dinner. Remind you who we are together. Then ... then I’d bring you in here and lay you down and show you exactly how fucking much I’ve missed you.”
“I don’t want to wait. I need you. God, I’ve fucking missed you, Moby.”
I reach up again, dragging his mouth down to mine. I want everything from him, even if I don’t know what the hell is going to happen tomorrow or the next day. Tonight, I’m giving myself this. I’m giving myself permission to let go with a man, and that isn’t something I’ve done in a long damn time.
But with Moses, all my barriers drop away. He must feel it in my kiss. Must feel the longing and desperation I’ve had pent up for years. His hands find my ass and grip, lifting me off my feet. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him with everything I’m feeling. I devour his mouth, loving the battle of lips, tongues, and teeth. I feel us moving through the room, but I don’t worry about where he’s going to put me or whether he’ll drop me.
Not with Moses.
Never with Moses.
I trusted him from the beginning—me, the woman who doesn’t trust anyone or anything until it’s been proven beyond a reasonable doubt with me sitting as judge and jury. But with Moses, it was second nature to trust him. I guess that happens when someone saves you and then appoints himself your protector so nothing can happen to you as long as he’s on watch.
That’s what Moses did for me, and tonight, all I want is everything I’ve missed for the last fifteen years. We can’t get the lost time back, but we can start this very second by not takingnowfor granted.
When he lowers me to the bed, I pull him down with me, wanting the heavy weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I’ve always loved the weight of him. So strong and capable. And as a woman who’s had to watch out for herself and couldn’t rely on anyone, being able to give him that part of me is like finding freedom I didn’t know existed.
Our lips don’t separate as he rolls, pulling me on top. I’m laid out above him, and I feel his touch everywhere. One hand coasts up my back, threading through my hair, and the other anchors my hips against the hard ridge of his cock. I buck against him, my body already going soft and wet for the only man who’s ever made me feel like a real woman. With Moses, I’m not an object, a toy, or a tool whose sole purpose is to get a man off.
With him, I’m myrealself. I matter. My emotions, my thoughts, and my soul.
It took me years to be able to enjoy sex, because to me, it started out as a business transaction. But with Moses, it was never anything but exactly what it was meant to be—perfection in its own way.
He groans into my mouth, and I finally pull away.
Looking down at this gorgeous man, I say, “I need you. You probably want to take this slow and sweet, but I’m hard up, Moby. Fuck, it’s been forever, and I want you so fucking bad that I don’t have time for slow and sweet. I need this to happennow.”
“You’re gonna let me give it to you slow and sweet next, then. Because I want to savor you, mama. You deserve that.”
“Later,” I say, going for his shirt and dragging it up his muscular body.
He pushes up on his hands, allowing me to tug it from beneath him and yank it over his head. All that’s left is smooth, golden skin that speaks of his Creole heritage. I’ve never seen skin as beautiful as this man’s. My palms glide over his chest and the hard blocks of his abs.
“God, I love a man who takes care of himself,” I whisper.
