“You’re not gonna say no.”
He chuckled. “Okay, so it’s opposite day then? Aiight, well, I won’t be there in a few minutes.”
“You can’t come here,” I said quickly, sitting up. “And besides, you don’t even know where I live.”
“You don’t know what I know,” he countered. “What, you got wack-ass Kieran over there or something?”
My eyebrow went way up near my hairline at that. Kieran? It was interesting that Rashad thought he was threat.
“And if I did have him over? Then what?”
“Then, I’d bend you over the couch, and show him why, exactly, you were texting me at two in the morning instead of talking to him.”
“And why is that?”
“Open your door in about three minutes and I’ll show you. Again.”
I stood up, pacing the floor as I continued our conversation. “Rashad, you don’t know where I live.”
“You said that already.”
“I’m saying it again.”
“Yeah, well… I’m saying again to you… say something else. Tell me you’re gonna open the door in two minutes.”
“You can’t come here.”
“You said that already too.”
“Because I’m serious,” I said, stopping in front of the mirror. “My sister and niece are here, sleeping.”
“Then I guess you’d better be at your door waiting in one minute, when I knock.”
Sudden, complete silence from my phone, followed shortly by a brief, melodic chime let me know that Rashad had hung up the phone.
Holy shit, he really is coming over here.
My first instinct was to panic, and scramble into something sexy. But, I stopped myself. He would clock that desperation in no time, and I needed to hold on to some power here. So… nope. Hot pink tank top, purple and white boy shorts, and lime green ankle socks. If he wanted to show up basically uninvited, he would get what he got.
Not that I was keeping exact time, but close enough to a minute after he hung up, I heard the faint sound of a light knock on my door. I forced myself not to rush to it, taking my time through the living room as he repeated his polite two-in-the-morning knock.
I took a deep breath before I opened the door, and the sight of him on the other side snatched that same breath away. Black hoodie, grey sweatpants, white Nikes, brown skin, and just… sexy.
He leaned against the doorframe, saying nothing as he gave my body a slow perusal with his eyes. When he gaze returned to my face, his lips perked up in a smile. “Tank and panties… just like I thought. Take ‘em off.”
I gave him a stern look, then stepped closer to where he was in the door. “Stop playing. Tell me how you know where I live.”
“Raisa. Duh,” he shrugged. “We shared a cab one day, and she had the car stop here because she was coming to see you. I asked which apartment and she told.”
I crossed my arms. “She talks too much.”
“Yeah. Tell me something I don’t know.”
He gave me another one of those half-dimpled, lazy smiles, then grabbed the hem of my tank to pull me against him. “Like… what you taste like, for example.” He pushed a hand between my legs, caressing me through the thin fabric of my panties. “That’s one thing I don’t know.”
“Rashad!” I covered his hand with mine, stilling it against me as I glanced over my shoulder toward the door of the guest bedroom.
“What?” he asked, dipping his head to press his lips against my neck. “You’re the one who came to door in this little ass tank top with your nipples poking through, and your pussy sitting right there in these little pretty ass panties. Like… you realize it’s right here, don’t you?”
I giggled, then moaned as he began caressing me again, slipping his free hand underneath my shirt. “Rashad, stop,” I whispered, reluctantly pushing him away. “Seriously… I can’t do anything with my baby niece and sister here. They could hear us, or Harper could wake up at any second, walk in my room—”
“So I guess you’re gonna have to lock your door tonight.” He cocked an eyebrow at me, like that was just the obvious answer, then lifted his hand to run his thumb over my bottom lip. “And… find something to put in your mouth and keep you quiet. I’ve got the perfect solution.”
He smirked as he eased me backwards into the apartment, and I didn’t resist. Gently, quietly, he closed and locked the door behind him, then in one fluid motion scooped me into his arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he found my neck again with his mouth, letting out a loud whimper when his tongue made contact with my skin.
He gave me a gently swat to the ass, then murmured, “Shh… remember?”