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“Gio,” she cries out, arms wrapping automatically around my neck. “Put me down.”
“Not a chance.” Instead, I carry her right into the elevator, and the second the doors close behind us, everything else—the fight, the crowd, the club—fades.
The only thing that exists is Jeniah.
Without a word, I pin her against the elevator wall, her back hitting the cold mirror surface, and before she protests, my lips crash into hers. I kiss her hard. We’ve been dancing around this for way too fucking long. And as soon as her lips meet mine, all the tension, all that pent-up energy I’ve been battling tonight, explodes into something white-hot and consuming.
My hands move to her waist, feeling her softness under my fingers as I hit the emergency stop button with one hand, slamming the elevator to a halt somewhere between the penthouse floor and Club Sin. The abrupt jolt makes her gaspinto my mouth, but then she kisses me back fiercely, her fingers tangling in my hair, her body arching into mine.
I can’t stop. I don’t want to.
My lips trail down her neck, pressing hot kisses into the length of her smooth, brown skin. I taste her vanilla sugar flavor again as my hands roam her body. I kiss down to her collarbone, pulling at the thin straps of her dress, my fingers trembling slightly as I slide the fabric down over her shoulder.
But then I pull back, breathless. My eyes searching her face. “Is this what you want?” I need to hear her say it. Need to know, with no ambiguity, that she wants this badly as I do.
Jeniah’s dark eyes burn in the dim light of the elevator, burning with something I can’t describe but feel down to my bones. She brings her hand to my face, her fingers tracing my jaw, her expression soft but firm.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice is steady with equal parts desire and certainty. “I’m ready, Gio. Take another item off my list.”
For a heartbeat, her words send a wave of bitterness through me. Another item off her list? That’s what I am now? Another thing to check off some bucket list of hers? When I figured it out—when I knew that this was bigger than anything I’d ever felt—she was still thinking of it as some sort of excursion, some adventure.
The corner of my mouth twitches downward, my jaw tightening. “So, would any of those guys upstairs have been good enough?” I growl before I can stop myself.
Jeniah’s expression shifts, but not with annoyance. She cupsmy face in both hands, dragging my focus back to her as she looks me dead in the eye. “No,” she says it softly, but it is firm, unshakable. “No one else comes close to you, Gio.”
I stare at her, my chest tightening against the onslaught of emotions this woman stirs inside me. No one else. No one but me.
Shit. She is too much. Too much to handle, too much for my mind, and definitely too much for my heart—which is now battering itself against my ribs like it wants to spring right out of my chest and into her hands.
I let out a ragged breath, and then slowly, I slide her down my body until her feet touch the ground again. She keeps her hands gripped tight around my neck while my hand slams the button again, releasing the elevator from its pause.
We stand frozen, faces inches apart, as the elevator descends to our floor. I scoop her up in my arms again when it reaches the penthouse—because she’s mine. Because no one else gets to take her from me—and I carry her out into the hall.
Her body is pressed tightly against mine, her head resting on my chest, but she doesn’t protest this time. Not that I would’ve listened.
We don’t speak as I take her to the master suite. The luxurious spaciousness of my place opens up before us, but all I can focus on is her—her warmth, the soft rhythm of her breaths syncing with my own.
I kick open the bedroom door, stepping through it like something primal has taken hold of every bone in my body.
There isn’t any hurry. No rush. I lay her down on the bed—gently, reverently—watching as her braids fan out on the pillows like an ink-black halo around her shining face. She smiles at me, eyes hooded with desire but soft with something else. Something even hotter.
I climb on after her, leaning down, and kiss her again—this time slower. Deeper, savoring her with every fiber, every inch of me. Then, as I let my lips trail from her mouth down to her neck and shoulder, I know. No matter what happened inside Club Sin, no matter the chaos outside, this is it. This is always going to be it.
Us.
And tonight, I am going to show her she doesn’t belong to anyone but me.
Jeniah
The air charges like the stillness before a snowstorm when we enter his bedroom. The hairs on my arm raise when he lowers me to the bed. His eyes skate over my body until I’m stripped bare. My clothes are on, but there’s nothing he doesn’t see or claim.
“You’re so damn beautiful.” He says the words with his mouth but uses his eyes to tell me how much he means it. He kneels beside me. Turning my face gently to kiss me again. He’s so sweet. So patient. All the urgency from the elevator is depleted, and he’s returned to treating me like a vestal virgin. He’s even got me spread out on the bed like a sacrifice while he worships from afar.Why the hell isn’t he on the bed with me?He doesn’t understand; I don’t want his slow burn; take my time, bull shit. I want him. Inside me. Fucking me. I don’t want to be treated like glass. Not when I’m the fire that makes the glass.
I break the kiss that melts my soul. I don’t want soul-stirring; he’s been giving me that all week. I want the mind fuck. “Gio, if you don’t fuck me tonight, I swear to God. I’m going back to Club Sin and finding someone who will.”
He responds with the lowered brows that signal the storm is moving closer. “Will you?” He growls.
I smirk, knowing I’ve finally gotten to him. “Maybe. Depends on how long you take to get inside me.”
