because Darius wasn’t driving like a speed
demon.
She soon changed her opinion about that when he sped up and
took a corner too fast for her liking. She clutched Darius even tighter, sure
she was cutting off some of his circulation to his waist. Brisa didn’t care.
She heard him chuckle over the roar of the motorcycle and realized he’d done it
on purpose. In case he did it again, she put her face to the center of his back
and closed her eyes. Eventually, the bike came to a stop, but Brisa didn’t open
her eyes to see if they’d reached their destination, or if they were only
stopped at a red light.
Darius patted her linked hands. “You can let go now, Brisa.
We’re at my place.” The bike’s engine cut off after he’d said the last word.
She turned her head and opened her eyes. They sat in front
of Darius’ large house on the drive by the front door. It took a few seconds for
her to unlock her hands, then she swung her leg over the back of the motorcycle
and got off. As she removed her helmet, Darius put down the kickstand before he
joined her. He took the helmet from her and locked it to the bike as he’d done
with his.
The first thing Brisa noticed when they walked closer to the
door was the piece of plywood where a glass window had been next to it. She
turned her gaze on Darius. “Did this happen last night as well?”
He gave her a half smile. “Yeah. I kind of locked myself out,
so I punched out the window to get in. Let’s just say last night wasn’t my
night.”
“I guess not.”
Darius let them inside the house. Brisa’s gaze landed on the
banister and a small smile played on her lips as she remembered her wild rides
down it the day before. She turned to say something along those lines to
Darius, but found all the words left her head when she looked at him. He stared
at her as if he wanted to gobble her up. Arousal spiked through her, making her
insides melt. She wanted the gorgeous man who stood in front of her right here,
right now.
Without a word, Brisa stepped into Darius’ arms and met his
lips halfway when he lowered his head to kiss her. The passion that had flared
to life at her apartment grew ten times hotter. He buried his hand in the hair
at the back of her head as he angled his mouth for a tighter fit, nipping and
sucking at her lips.
She fisted her hands in the front of Darius’ t-shirt, trying
to drag him even closer when they were already as close as they could get. Her
pussy throbbed, wetness pooling between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth,
loving the taste of him on her tongue.
Darius shifted his hands to her waist and released her
mouth. “I think we’ll be more comfortable upstairs.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she said, a bit breathless.
He took her hand and tugged her up the staircase. At the
top, Darius guided her down the hallway to the end where they stepped into his
large bedroom. Brisa took in the high ceiling, small sitting area at one side
and the king-sized, four-poster bed, which was the focal point of the room.
She turned back to Darius at the sound of her bag hitting
the hardwood floor. His heated gaze ran over her body. Brisa shivered as if
he’d touched her physically. He closed the distance between them and took her
in his arms. His cock, thick and hard, nestled against her belly, making her
ache even more.
“I think you should strip me naked and have your way with
me,” Brisa said in a husky voice.
Darius groaned. “Have to love a woman who knows what she
wants.”
He lifted the bottom of her shirt. Brisa held up her arms as
he yanked it all the way off. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her naked from
the waist up. Darius circled a taut nipple with the tip of his finger before he
moved to the top of her jeans. Brisa toed off her shoes and kicked them to the
side. He undid the button and zipper, shoving the material past her hips until
it fell down her legs to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans
and shoved them out
demon.
She soon changed her opinion about that when he sped up and
took a corner too fast for her liking. She clutched Darius even tighter, sure
she was cutting off some of his circulation to his waist. Brisa didn’t care.
She heard him chuckle over the roar of the motorcycle and realized he’d done it
on purpose. In case he did it again, she put her face to the center of his back
and closed her eyes. Eventually, the bike came to a stop, but Brisa didn’t open
her eyes to see if they’d reached their destination, or if they were only
stopped at a red light.
Darius patted her linked hands. “You can let go now, Brisa.
We’re at my place.” The bike’s engine cut off after he’d said the last word.
She turned her head and opened her eyes. They sat in front
of Darius’ large house on the drive by the front door. It took a few seconds for
her to unlock her hands, then she swung her leg over the back of the motorcycle
and got off. As she removed her helmet, Darius put down the kickstand before he
joined her. He took the helmet from her and locked it to the bike as he’d done
with his.
The first thing Brisa noticed when they walked closer to the
door was the piece of plywood where a glass window had been next to it. She
turned her gaze on Darius. “Did this happen last night as well?”
He gave her a half smile. “Yeah. I kind of locked myself out,
so I punched out the window to get in. Let’s just say last night wasn’t my
night.”
“I guess not.”
Darius let them inside the house. Brisa’s gaze landed on the
banister and a small smile played on her lips as she remembered her wild rides
down it the day before. She turned to say something along those lines to
Darius, but found all the words left her head when she looked at him. He stared
at her as if he wanted to gobble her up. Arousal spiked through her, making her
insides melt. She wanted the gorgeous man who stood in front of her right here,
right now.
Without a word, Brisa stepped into Darius’ arms and met his
lips halfway when he lowered his head to kiss her. The passion that had flared
to life at her apartment grew ten times hotter. He buried his hand in the hair
at the back of her head as he angled his mouth for a tighter fit, nipping and
sucking at her lips.
She fisted her hands in the front of Darius’ t-shirt, trying
to drag him even closer when they were already as close as they could get. Her
pussy throbbed, wetness pooling between her thighs. She moaned into his mouth,
loving the taste of him on her tongue.
Darius shifted his hands to her waist and released her
mouth. “I think we’ll be more comfortable upstairs.”
“My thoughts exactly,” she said, a bit breathless.
He took her hand and tugged her up the staircase. At the
top, Darius guided her down the hallway to the end where they stepped into his
large bedroom. Brisa took in the high ceiling, small sitting area at one side
and the king-sized, four-poster bed, which was the focal point of the room.
She turned back to Darius at the sound of her bag hitting
the hardwood floor. His heated gaze ran over her body. Brisa shivered as if
he’d touched her physically. He closed the distance between them and took her
in his arms. His cock, thick and hard, nestled against her belly, making her
ache even more.
“I think you should strip me naked and have your way with
me,” Brisa said in a husky voice.
Darius groaned. “Have to love a woman who knows what she
wants.”
He lifted the bottom of her shirt. Brisa held up her arms as
he yanked it all the way off. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her naked from
the waist up. Darius circled a taut nipple with the tip of his finger before he
moved to the top of her jeans. Brisa toed off her shoes and kicked them to the
side. He undid the button and zipper, shoving the material past her hips until
it fell down her legs to pool around her ankles. She stepped out of her jeans
and shoved them out
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