Page 66 of Collateral Love
“Last chance to say no,” he murmured.
My pulse pounded in my throat.
“Shut up and kiss me, Zay.”
His mouth was softer than I expected. Everything about Zayden Kingw was rough,h but this kiss was the opposite. It was controlled, at first. His lips were gentle, as if he were testing his lips against mine. His other hand came up to cup my jaw, thumb brushing my cheek like he’d been wanting to touch me for a long time.
Heat shot through me. Every line I’d drawn between us blurred so easily, every contingency plan I’d built for everything except this slid to the back of my mind.
I kissed him back.
Hungry. I was angry at myself for how badly I needed it.
The kiss deepened, control evaporating in increments. His tongue slid against mine, slow at first, then more insistent. I feltgrounded for the first time in months, not as an engineer, not as a queen in training, not as anybody’s big sister or savior.
Just as a woman who wanted this man.
His hand trailed down my spine, sending sparks up every nerve in my body. I shifted closer, half climbing over the console. My knee hit the gearshift; he chuckled against my mouth and adjusted, pulling me fully into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world.
“Kenya,” he breathed against my lips. “You sure?”
“Yes,” I said. “I’m sure.”
What I didn’t say was: I’ve been sure for a long time.
He kissed me again, deeper, his hands exploring, mapping me the way we mapped routes and exits and vulnerabilities.
And for once, I let myself be the territory instead of the cartographer.
“Kenya, you deserve a room at the Ritz Carlton, rose petals all over the damn floor, and the best Dom Perignon. You deserve a chain and matching J’s and all that corny shit you shaty’s like, and I swear I’m gonna give it to you. But right now–Right now, I need to taste you.”
A moan slipped out from my lips. The sound of him affirming me had me wetter than I’ve ever been. I knew Zayden could fuck, hell, I saw her like a creep with my own two eyes, but this felt different. He was staring at me with intensity. Through his irises, I saw desire, but more than lust, I saw love. The type of adoration I’ve never experienced from anyone.
“Lil Mama says something. Did a Nigga scare you?”
I reached across the center console and clicked the button that started his chair descending.
As his chair went back, I nodded my head. “Don’t hurt me, Zay.” I felt a tear slip down my face. As mean as I was to the world, I was a softie. Yes, I was a soldier, a mastermind, anaspiring Queenpin, but above all else, I was still just a girl who had fallen in love with her best friend.
Zayden wiped the tears from my eyes and lifted my shirt over my head. My pink Victoria's Secret lace bra became exposed. He snapped it off with ease, freeing my titties.
“Zay– What if someone sees us?”
“Windows are tinted, baby. And even if they weren't, let a creep come close. I swear I’ll blow their head off over what’s mine.”
Hearing him call mehisturned me on even more. I slid my pants and panties down my legs, sitting in the front seat of his whip in my birthday suit. He grabbed me by my waist and placed me on top of his mouth.
I’ve done a lot of freak shit in my lifetime, but I had never been spread eagle riding a Nigga’s face backwards in a car.
Zayden feasted on my clit as if he’d been starved. He twisted and twirled his tongue so deep in my pussy I saw stars. I began to ride his face as he twisted my nipples as I grinded further into his mouth.
As I began to come, he softly kissed my pussy lips. The feeling of his soft, plush lips tenderly kissing my sensitive bud made me cum again.
When I lifted off his face, I turned and looked at my essence glistening on his face.
His cocky ass smiled. “I’m still hungry, bestie.”
“Pull out your dick.”
