Page 38 of Chosen By a Baller 3: Playin’ For Keeps

“Different how?”

I looked down, letting my hand drift over her stomach before my eyes found hers again.

“’Cause now every decision I make gotta include y'all.”

Her smile softened.

“Kyrie…”

“I mean that.”

I rubbed slow circles across her side.

“I used to move however the hell I wanted. Ain't think twice about nothing.”

I let out a low laugh and shook my head.

“Now, all I do is worry about whether you straight.”

She reached for my hand and laced her fingers through mine.

“We're okay.”

“I know.”

I held her gaze for another second before leaning down and kissing her. Slow and unhurried. Like I wanted to memorize everything about her. The second she kissed me back, my grip tightened around her waist. When I finally pulled away, my forehead rested against hers.

“You tired?”

She smiled.

“Not anymore.”

A grin tugged at my mouth.

“Good.”

I reached for the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside. My eyes dropped, taking in every inch of her, and I felt my control start to slip.

She reached for the waistband of my joggers, but I caught her wrist, stopping her.

“Nawl.” I shook my head. “Let me.”

She bit her bottom lip, her eyes still locked on mine, and I felt that familiar pull—the one that made it damn near impossible to think straight when I was this close to her.

I eased her back onto the bed, my hands moving over her body like I was memorizing every curve. Every reaction. The way her breath caught when I touched her. The way she arched into me without even thinking about it.

“Kyrie…”

I looked up at her, my hands still resting on her hips.

“Yeah, baby?”

She didn't say anything. Just pulled me down until I was hovering over her, her legs wrapping around my waist as she kissed me like she needed me just as much as I needed her.

And maybe she did. I broke the kiss long enough to pull back and look at her. Really look at her.

“You know I love you, right?” I said, my voice low.