In The Cut by Arlene Brathwaite Page A

nodded. He winked. She turned her back to him. He stopped breathing. She bent at the waist and touched her toes, and then slowly stood up as she rotated her hips. She turned around. Saint stopped holding his breath.
    Only want to be your lover by Mary J. Blige came on. Saint was keeping in step with Olivia as she bounced, dipped, and swayed. He read her lips as she sang along with the chorus. Bo y I want to be your lover, only want to be your friend, let me be the one who loves ya, want to be your best friend .
    She turned her back to him, and… she backed that thang up and parked on him. Saint’s hands found themselves on her hips. Olivia placed her hands on top of his. Saint’s lips brushed the side of her neck. With a moan, she wrapped herself with his arms.
    Saint felt himself rising as he crushed Olivia’s body into his and inhaled her scent. Olivia felt the rise as well. Instead of pulling away from it, she grinded into it. And then it happened. As she turned to face him, her hand glided across his manhood. It happened so quick that he thought he’d imagined it. The second time she did it, it was slow and with an exclamation mark. It was ON AND POPPING . Olivia’s lips came up to meet Saint’s as he leaned in to kiss her. For the next three songs, they didn’t say a word. All they did was danced and kissed.
    “We’re out of here,” Glenn said, walking past Olivia and Saint. Grace whispered something in Olivia’s ear before catching up with Glenn.
    “What was that about?” Saint asked.
    “She told me not to come back to the suite tonight.”
    “Oh well, I guess you’re just stuck with me and my two-step.”
    “Let’s get out of here.”
    “I got the perfect place,” Saint said with a wink.
     
    Olivia kicked off her shoes and sat on the plush couch in Saint’s suite, as he fixed them a drink. He came back a few minutes later. Olivia looked up at him as he stood in front of her, not moving.
    “What?”
    “You are so beautiful.”
    Olivia stood up on her toes and kissed him. Saint broke away from her long enough to put the drinks on the table and then he swept her off her feet. Their lips locked as he carried her off to the bedroom. He laid her down on the King-sized bed and slowly lowered himself on top of her. Olivia moaned as she met his thrusts. In the dimly lit room, Saint sat up on his knees, between her legs, and stared down at her. She was breathing hard, looking at him with hunger in her eyes. He reached under her dress and ran his hands up the backs of her thighs. Her flesh was so soft that it gave him goose bumps. He interlaced his fingers in the waistline of her panties and slowly began pulling them down. Olivia made it easy on him by lifting her butt in the air. He blinked when her hands clamped down on his.
    “Do you have anything?” She asked.
    Saint closed his eyes for a moment and then opened them. “No, I didn’t expect… I didn’t plan on being with you.”
    Olivia smiled. “I want to kill you right now for getting me all worked up, and not being able to finish the job. On the other hand, if you would’ve gone into the drawer of that night table and pulled out a condom, I would’ve thought you planned this all along, and then, I would’ve wanted to kill you.”
    “So, no matter how you look at it, you want to kill me right now.”
    “In the worst way.”
    “I got an idea.” Saint sat up against the headboard. “Sit in between my legs.”
    Olivia looked at him suspiciously.
    “Trust me.”
    She got up and sat in between his legs. She let him pull her back against his chest. “What most people don’t know,” he said as he pressed his fingertips into the muscles of her upper back and shoulders, “is that most of the body’s tension is stored right here, in the trapeziuses.” She winched as his fingertips penetrated deeper into her traps. She was about to tell him to ease up, but then she felt like someone had pulled the plug on her drain and years of tenseness