Page 61 of Certified to Handle You 3

I raised my brows while looking up at him. “You actin’ like it.”

Kay’Lo ain’t say nothin’ while his hand was still on my ass, grippin’ me while I stood close to him, and I felt myself get soft all over again.

He looked at me for a second, then grabbed my hand and kissed the back of it. Then we walked outta My’Love’s room.

Downstairs, the mansion was quiet. My’Love was supposed to be sleep, and the nannies had already moved around the way they did when the evenin’ started settlin’.

I went to the bar and sat Kay’Lo’s glass down, then grabbed the bottle and poured more brown liquor in it.

Kay’Lo came up behind me while I was puttin’ the bottle down, and he stood close enough for his chest to press against my back. I felt him before I turned around, and that made my thighs squeeze together.

I turned with the glass in my hand and held it up to him.

He took it from me, but he ain’t move back. He stayed right here, close enough for the front of his body to brush mine while he lifted the glass to his mouth.

His eyes locked on me over the rim, and that look made me feel like he knew every thought runnin’ through my head. He sipped slow, watchin’ me the whole time, and I stood here lookin’ at his throat move when he swallowed.

This nigga was fine in a way that still pissed me off sometimes. His face was calm like he ain’t know he had me standin’ here wantin’ to climb him. But he knew. Kay’Lo always knew when I wanted him. He could feel it before I said somethin’ about it. He could see it in how close I stood, how my eyes kept droppin’ to his mouth and how my fingers kept catchin’ the bottom of his shirt.

He lowered the glass and looked down at me.

“You miss me tryna put a baby in you?” he asked low.

My fingers tightened in his shirt, and I looked at his neck instead of his face ‘cause I already felt myself gettin’ soft.

“I miss you,” I whispered.

Kay’Lo took another sip, and I watched his mouth touch the glass ‘cause it was doin’ somethin’ to me.

I stepped closer until I felt him against me. His dick was already hard enough for me to notice, and the second I felt it, I pulled in a soft breath and tried not to make it obvious that my body had reacted, but he saw it anyway.

Kay’Lo’s hand came to my waist, and he pulled me in more while the glass stayed in his other hand. I tipped my face toward his neck and kissed him there slow, right under his jaw. He smelled too good like soap, liquor, and that cologne that always sat on his skin like it was made for him.

My mouth moved along his neck while my hand slid under the bottom of his shirt, and when my fingers touched his stomach, I felt his muscles tighten under my palm.

I kissed higher and let my lips brush the side of his face. I wasn’t beggin’ him for a baby, and I wasn’t finna stand here whinin’ about what he had put on hold. But I wanted him to feel me wantin’ it. I wanted him to feel me wantin’ him. I wanted him to know I still wanted everything we had been talkin’ about, even if I understood why he needed us to wait.

Kay’Lo sat the glass on the bar behind me, then put both hands on my waist. He looked down at me, and the heat in his eyes had my stomach twistin’.

His mouth moved, and he leaned down until his lips brushed mine. He let our mouths touch just enough to make me chase it, and when I lifted my head more, he finally gave me what I wanted. His tongue slid against mine slow, and I melted into him with both hands fisted in his shirt.

The kiss was deep enough to make me forget we was standin’ by the bar. His hands held my waist, and mine stayed on his body while I kissed him ‘cause I had been missin’ my man real bad.

It felt like I had been walkin’ around my own house without the part of Kay’Lo I needed most, and now that he was givin’ me some of it back, I ain’t wanna let him go.

His hand slid to my lower back and pressed me closer. I felt his dick against me again, harder now, and my body softened deeper into his like it was ready to forgive everything if he just kept touchin’ me.

My mouth left his and went back to his neck, and I kissed him there while he breathed out through his nose, still holdin’ me like he was tryna decide if he wanted to take me upstairs or keep lettin’ me work for it.

Then a cry came from down the hall.

Kay’Lo’s head turned before mine did. My’Love cried again, louder this time, and a second later one of the nannies came around the corner with her in her arms.

My baby’s face was red, her curls all over her head and her mouth turned down like she had been fightin’ sleep and losin’ bad.

The second she saw Kay’Lo, she reached for him.

“Da,” she cried, stretchin’ both arms out.