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“You’re right,” he confirmed my playful statement with very little hesitation. “I do like you, Nyx.”
“I like you, too, Jamie,” I admitted, sinking my teeth into my lower lip.
As if it were automatic, his index finger curled beneath my chin, lifting my head until our lips met. I was lost from the moment we connected. His kiss was made of warmth, security, and a passion I’d never experienced.
Fuck.
I was in trouble.
“You know,” he murmured against my mouth. “You never did share with me if you found what you were looking for the day we met.”
“You mean the day you inserted yourself into my life and never exited?” I smiled.
“I mean, if that’s what you’d like to call it if you want to be negative about it,” he chuckled. “Or, you could look at it as me taking an interest in learning more about what you like.”
“Well, in that case,” untangling myself from him, I headed over to the vinyl player set up in the corner of my living room, meticulously setting up my current favorite blues record. “Welcome to another part of Nyx’s world,” I murmured as the music crooned.
Jamie stood after a few seconds and approached me slowly. Gently brushing my hair out of the way, he planted a soft kiss on my exposed shoulder. “Over time, I’m learning it’s one of my favorite places to be.”
The sounds of Bessie Smith’s Need a Little Sugar in My Bowl flooded the room as Jamie’s fingertips trailed my arm until they reached my hand. Claiming ownership, he slowly spun me until I was facing him, planting his free hand at my waist. Resting an arm around his shoulders, I allowed him to lead the way as we transformed the living area of my apartment into a ballroom floor.
“You always find ways to surprise me, James Luck,” my words were low as we locked eyes. “I didn’t take you for the dancing type.
“I’ve never been the dancing type, Nyx Love,” he mumbled in return. “But my mother ensured I knew how in case the day ever came.”
“Remind me to send her a hell of a thank-you gift.”
“I’ll do that,” Jamie promised, claiming my mouth as his own, again.
For the first time in a long time, nothing mattered outside of the hope and happiness that filled me as we settled into our own world.
Chapter Eighteen
JAMES
The thing to know about me was that I was far from the mushy type. There had never been room in my life for letting my guard down and allowing softness in. And then, I met Nyx. The feisty, strong-willed, no-nonsense firecracker had managed to somehow shatter the world I’d built to make room for the one where I’d belonged.
She was such a powerful and beautiful being that I hated that someone had come along and made her feel as if she were anything but. Deepening our kiss, I drew her tongue into my mouth, sucking it slowly. I wasn’t trying to overstep, especially if she was in too vulnerable of a space after all she’d just shared with me. But as long as her energy encouraged me to continue, I wasn’t stopping.
My dick stretched the front of my jeans as I caressed her shoulders, grunting when she released a moan hypnotic enough to have me stain my pants. She was fuckin’ dangerous.
“Nyx,” I grunted between kisses. “We don’t have to—”
“Stop talking,” she rasped, breathing heavily as our eyes connected. “And stop thinking.”
I did as I was told, licking my lips as she pushed me onto the couch. Even her walk had me entranced as she approached, flipping her braids while lowering herself before me.
A grunt escaped without permission when Nyx’s palm grazed my crotch as she went for my zipper. I lifted enough to help her out a bit, transfixed by what was occurring. She wet her lips as my dick sprung free before being enveloped in her warm hand.
My eyes closed, and pleasure took over while Nyx stroked and familiarized herself with what had to offer.
“Fuck …shit,” expletives rolled off my tongue when her mouth replaced her hand. I didn’t stand a chance. I was at her mercy as the full lips I’d fallen in love with slurped, slobbered, and claimed ownership of every inch of me. Taking me to the back of her throat, she flattened her tongue and bobbed her head in circular motions, simultaneously serving and drowning my dick and balls.
Desperate not to allow her to take me out so quickly, I gently tugged her hair to get her to release me and shoved my tongue into her mouth.
Nyx kissed me just as hungrily, leaving a stamp on my soul as she did so.
“Stop running,” she panted, pushing me back again.
