Page 116 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

His eyes met mine.

“You think so?”

“I know so,” I smiled before continuing, “and if my parents taught me anything, it’s that peace isn’t something you stumble across. It’s something two people choose every single day.”

He studied my face for a long moment before a slow smile spread across his.

“Then I want to keep choosing you.”

“And I want to keep choosing you too,” I smiled.

Aaliyah’s voice drifted through the apartment, filling the silence with something neither of us felt the need to interrupt. Tahari lifted my hand and absentmindedly traced his thumb across my knuckles. I watched him for a second before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. He turned his head just enough for our eyes to meet. His hand came up and gently tucked one of my curls behind my ear before he brushed his lips against mine. The kiss was slow. It was like we had all the time in the world.

When we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine again.

“Maliah…”

His voice was barely above a whisper.

“Yeah?”

He searched my face for a long moment.

“You sure?”

There wasn’t an ounce of pressure in his voice. His tone was filled with patience and love. I smiled while reaching up to cup the side of his face.

“I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

He closed his eyes for a second, almost like he’d been holding his breath waiting for my answer. When he opened them again, they were softer than I’d ever seen them.

“I needed to hear you say it.”

He stood from the sofa and then held his hand out for me. I took it and let him lead the way to his bedroom. The music was the only thing that could be heard in the entire apartment.

So tell me what the deal, you’re not that far

I just got my bags and I’m headed to the car

Say, "Yes or no," ‘cause I’m on the road

I sat back on the bed and then scooted all the way to the headboard. He looked at me, lustfully. It was like he had been waiting for this moment forever, and in a sense, he had.

He pulled his shirt over his head and then came out of his pajama pants. His boxer briefs fit snug, and I could see his imprint.

“Unbutton your shirt.”

He was telling me what to do, and I was obeying every request. Once the silk material was off me, I dropped it toward the carpeted floor. The slight breeze from the ceiling fan caused my nipples to harden.

“Mmm,” he grunted before walking over toward the bed.

He hovered over me and scooted me down a bit so that I was lying flat on the bed. He grabbed one of my breasts and then put it into his mouth.

“Ssss…” I moaned out.

Can I come over? (can I)

Come on over (stop by)