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  “Yeah, whatever.”

  Laz finished off his beer. “Thanks for dinner. It was right on time. Do you want something else to drink?”

  “Do you have something stronger than water?”

  Laz flashed that grin that she loved so much. “Yeah, but like I said earlier, I think you’ve had enough alcohol.”

  “I told you. I’m not drunk.”

  “Maybe, but your actions and words tonight say something different.” He looked her up and down, lingering on her bare legs. “And I have a feeling that your run-in with Gabe isn’t your only reason for stopping by. Are you ready to tell me the real reason for this visit?”

  She toyed with the tail of the oversized T-shirt she was wearing, debating on whether to go through with her original plan.

  It’s now or never.

  She stood from her seat and straddled his lap. The surprised expression on his face—priceless.

  “I wanted to see you. All of you.”

  NINE

  Ah hell.

  Laz didn’t know what he’d expected her to say, but it wasn’t that. And where the heck were her clothes? With her sitting on his lap, grinding against him, it was clear what she wanted. What they both wanted.

  And therein lay the problem.

  “I’m tired of ignoring this…this thing between us. I want you. I want to feel you buried balls deep inside of me. And don’t worry, I’m not looking for a commitment. Actually, I don’t do commitments.”

  Laz leaned back and grabbed her chin to look into her eyes. “Are you sure you’re not drunk?”

  She sighed dramatically and jerked out of his grasp. “I’m not drunk, Laz! Horny, but not drunk.”

  If they crossed that invisible line that they’d drawn, the line that kept them from ripping each other’s clothes off way before now, there would be no turning back.

  “What do you mean you don’t do commitments?”

  “I don’t do commitments mainly because men start treating you different once you agree to go steady.” She laughed. “Exciting dates eventually turn into boring nights watching TV or silent, boring dinners together. My parents have been married for over forty years and though I know they love each other, their lives seem so…so boring.”

  “I see.”

  “I’m not asking for long-term, Laz. I’m not asking for marriage. But I am interested in a friends with benefits relationship. You and I want the same thing.”

  “So you think that I’d be satisfied with just fucking you?” He moved her firmly onto his erection and held her steady wanting her to feel how much he wanted her. He nipped at her scented neck. And then he sucked. Already marking his territory. If she was ready, the way she claimed, then who was he to deny her? But he needed to make something clear.

  “Mmm, Laz,” she purred and looped her arms around his neck and dropped her head back, giving him better access as she rocked on top of him. He only had so much control and a little bit more and his dick was going to punch a hole through his pants. But he needed an answer.

  “You didn’t answer me, Journey.”

  “A little less talk and a little more action, detective.”

  It was crazy. He had this fine ass woman basically begging for him, ready to let him do whatever he wanted with her. Yet, he couldn’t move forward until they had an understanding. He grabbed hold of her arms and pulled them from around his neck.

  “I want a commitment.”

  She froze. If he was honest, his words shocked him too. Sure he’d had his share of one-night stands, and his go to women when he needed release, but this was the first time since Gwenn that he wanted more. He wanted Journey. He had denied himself long enough and wanted her in every way a man could want a woman.

  “You can’t be serious.”

  “I’m dead serious. I’m crazy about you, and I’m not looking for a quick lay. Hell, had that been all I wanted from you, we would’ve had sex years ago.”

  She chuckled. “Arrogant much?”

  “I’m just telling you like it is. I have the utmost respect for you and have kept my distance to make sure that I don’t…that I don’t taint you with my shit. But like you, I’m tired of denying myself when it comes to you. I kept my distance because I didn’t want my reputation to affect your career in any way, nor did I want to mess up our friendship. But now, I want you. All of you.”

  She bit her bottom lip and studied him. “I don’t do commitments, Laz. I like not answering to anyone. I love coming and going as I please. Besides, my job and work schedule aren’t conducive to a successful relationship. I’ve tried before and I can’t do it. I don’t want marriage. I don’t want children.”

  “Then you don’t want me.”

  Her mouth formed a perfect O. “I didn’t say that,” she said quickly when he started to lift her off his lap. “Why are you being so difficult?”

  He grunted. “I’m being difficult because I want you?”

  She dropped her head to his chest. “You’re really killing my buzz.”

  “Oh, so you are drunk,” he cracked. She laughed, but didn’t lift her head. Kissing the side of her hair he said, “All or nothing, Journey. If we do this, you’re mine. All mine.”

  She lifted up, her gaze on his mouth and then his eyes.

  “If things don’t work out,” he shrugged, “then we go our separate ways. What’s it going to be? Want to give me a shot? Want to give us a shot?”

  Instead of answering she kissed him. Not just a little, sweet, gentle kiss, but a kiss that left no doubt as to her answer. That was all Laz needed to hear…or feel.

  He pulled his mouth from her despite her protests and lifted the shirt over her head, tossing it in the chair she’d vacated. He’d been dying to see her naked, her dark skin gleaming under his fluorescent lights.

  “Damn you’re beautiful.”

  “Thank you,” she said quietly, suddenly looking shy with her brown eyes softening and a timid smile on her lips. Lips he planned to enjoy.

  Laz crushed his mouth to hers with a hunger he hadn’t felt since the last time he’d kissed her. Even in his wildest dreams, he hadn’t expected her to come to him so ready, willing and open.

  Journey held the back of his head firmly as their kiss deepened and she continued grinding her body on top of his. His penis throbbed behind his zipper, begging to be free, but he’d waited too long for her. No way would he rush this. He planned to savor every last inch of her body before the night was over.

  Without breaking contact, he nudged her panties aside and slid his thumb over her slit.

  “Mmm,” he moaned against her mouth. “You’re so wet for me.”

  He felt her smile against his lips before pulling back slightly.

  “I’ve been waiting a long time for…” Her voice hitched and her words trailed off into a erotic moan when he slid a finger into her tightness and then another.

  Damn she’s hot, Laz thought as he moved his fingers in and out of her. Going deeper, faster and harder, loving the erotic sounds she made with each lengthy stroke. He still found it hard to believe that she was there, in his house, on his lap, and making him harder than granite as she swiveled around his digits. It was all like a dream that he never wanted to wake up from.

  He leaned forward and sucked on her long, scented neck when her head lolled back. He accepted the sweet torture of her fingernails clawing his shoulders as she rode his hand faster. With each rotation of her hips, her moves became jerky. Her breathing more labored.

  “Laz,” she whimpered, grinding harder, holding him tighter.

  “I’m right here. Come for me.”

  With those few words, an orgasm ripped from her, joggling her body like trees swaying through a wind storm. She came hard and fast, screaming his name before collapsing against his chest.

  Totally spent, her body trembled with aftershocks, her breaths warm near his ear. Laz kissed the side of her damp head, feeling a possessiveness he couldn’t explain. All he knew was, she was his.

&nb
sp; He moved slightly. Digging through his back pocket, he was glad he hadn’t left his wallet in the bedroom. He pulled out the condom and then dropped the wallet on the floor.

  “Baby, I’m going to need you to stand up for a minute.”

  She shook her head, her hair brushing against his chin. “I—I can’t…move.”

  Laz chuckle. “You’re going to have to because I need you out of your panties. I’m not done with you.”

  “Good to know, but Laz, just give me a min…”

  He wiggled enough to get his jeans started over his hips before she moaned in pleasure. Hell, he’d just work around the little strip of garment if he had to. As if reading his mind, she lifted her head, a lazy grin covering her juicy lips.

  When she stood, Laz could barely focus on discarding his pants and boxer briefs when she guided the silky material down her long, shapely legs. His shaft was standing at attention, throbbing for release as he quickly sheathed himself.

  “Come here,” he said after reclaiming his seat.

  Journey knew Laz would look magnificent, but the sight of his thick erection almost made her come before she could feel him inside her. She held onto his hand as he guided her on top of his length, filling her completely.

  “Damn, you feel good,” he murmured, his large hands gripping her hips as she adjusted to his size.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned when his mouth covered one of her nipples and he started moving beneath her. With every swirl of his tongue over her harden peak, her muscles contracted around his shaft as he buried himself deeper inside her.

  She savored the way he took his time with each breast, giving them equal amounts of attention and loving on them as if he couldn’t get enough of her. Running her fingers through his hair, something she loved doing, Journey held his head close as her impending climax grew near.

  Oh yes, this is what she’d been waiting for, pining for when they’d been trying to keep their distance from each other. And being with him like this was so worth the wait.

  When Journey lifted slightly, sliding up and down his penis with long, even strokes, rotating her hips to the rhythm he’d set, Laz pulled his mouth from her body and groaned.

  “Aw, yes.” His fingers dug into the bottom of her thighs and he lifted her up and down his length as if she weighed nothing. His strength was impressive, but so was the rest of him.

  With each move, the wood chair creaked under their weight, but Journey barely noticed. His passionate grunts and powerful thrusts, and the feel of him buried to the hilt dominated her attention. Pushing her closer to her release and sending a new wave of pleasure pumping through her body.

  “Laz!” she gasped when he hit that sweet spot. She was unable to form any other words, her hands fisting in his hair, holding on tight as he picked up speed, pumping into her. Harder. Faster. Until she lost total control. Her body bucked and bounced on top of him and with another hard thrust, he pushed her over the edge.

  Laz growled, murmuring something she couldn’t decipher just as his release gripped him. The powerful explosion of his orgasm ripped through him hard enough to rock them both.

  They collapsed against each other, their heavy breathing mingling in the quietness of the room.

  “Aww, Journey,” Laz panted, his head against her shoulder still struggling for air. Neither of them said anything for the longest time as they slowly caught their breaths.

  “Are you okay?” Laz gently gripped her face between his hands, his eyes full of concern. “I didn’t hurt you did I?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m better than okay.”

  TEN

  Hours later and bone tired, Journey lay with her eyes barely opened. She knew they’d be explosive together, but what they’d just shared exceeded her wildest fantasy.

  Laz pulled her back on top of him, his penis rigid between her thighs.

  “Again? You’re insatiable, detective.”

  “Only with you. Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited to be with you? Now I can’t get enough.”

  His words reminded her of their conversation in the kitchen. Never in a million years would she have thought him the commitment type. She assumed he was like her, not wanting the complications that often came with committed relationships.

  “I’m wondering if we need to get you to the hospital.” He turned her head slightly. “That’s the second band-aid that you’ve soaked through. Again there’s a dull, maroon spot coloring the outside of the band-aid. I’m starting to wonder if your cut is deeper than I originally thought. Does your head still hurt?”

  Journey thought for a moment. To be honest, she hadn’t really noticed since he’d kept her busy. “Maybe a little, but I’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, but we should keep an eye on it.”

  Journey placed a kiss on his bare chest, appreciating his concern. “So what is it about me that… Why me, Laz? Why do you want to be with me when I’m not your usual type?”

  He rubbed her back with slow, gentle movements, studying her in that way that always got her feminine juices stirring. “What’s my usual type?”

  Journey didn’t know for sure since she had never seen him with a woman, but she had heard about his type. “Tall, shapely with big breasts, long red hair, and white.”

  At five-foot eight, Journey was taller than most women, and her size eight could definitely be considered shapely, but that’s where the similarities stopped. She wore her hair in a short, cropped style most of the time, and fell somewhere between a B and C bra cup on a good day. And the most notable difference—she was black.

  Laz rolled them over onto their sides facing each other, chest-to-chest, thigh-to-thigh. One of his long legs draped over hers, holding her firmly in place. “I’m not going to even ask where you got your information from, but don’t forget nice legs. I’m definitely a leg man.”

  Heat rose to her cheeks when he looked at her pointedly. She had caught him on more than one occasion checking out her legs. It was because of his attention that she wore skirts most days.

  Journey touched his face, rubbing her hands over the stubble on his cheek, the contrast of their skin color drawing her attention. She had dated outside of her race before, but never anything serious.

  “But to answer your question, why not you? You’re brilliant, gorgeous, have a great sense of humor, and you can hold your own whenever we disagree on a subject. That’s a real turn on by the way. As for being black, I don’t care about your race. It’s you, the person, that I fell for. Not just your looks.”

  Journey’s heart sang at his words. Granted she had tripped all over herself when they first met because of his intriguing eyes, but she also found him fascinating.

  “I was attracted to you immediately, and over the years that I’ve gotten to know you, my feelings for you have intensified,” he said.

  Journey touched his lower lip with her finger and he opened his mouth and sucked on her fingertip. Butterflies fluttered inside her belly at the sexy move.

  “So why me, Journey? You’re an amazing woman who turns heads wherever you go. Why consider dating me?”

  “I like you and I love the way I feel when I’m near you.” She didn’t tell him that being near him made her want to take her usual straight and narrow path and add a few twists and turns. She had always been considered a good girl, but Laz made her want to throw out caution and live a little.

  “Also, though I might not agree with everything you do,” she continued, “I love the passion in which you do things. You have this badass vibe and reputation about yourself. Yet, the way you treat me and some of the victims you come in contact with, shows you have heart.”

  “Sounds like you’ve given this some thought.”

  She nodded. “I have. The attraction has been mutual, I just wasn’t sure it was a good idea to act on what I felt for you. So what do we do now?”

  Laz pulled her even closer, his large hand cupping one of her butt cheeks. “I have a few ideas.”

  She laughed, but
then moaned when he nuzzled the sensitive spot below her ear. Already he had found some of her erogenous areas. If he kept it up, they were going to end up going another round despite the soreness between her thighs.

  “Though I like the way you think, I was actually wondering where do we go from here. What exactly does it mean to be in a relationship with you?”

  Laz pulled back slightly. “Now is a fine time to ask. Shouldn’t you have gotten all the facts before moving forward with me? I’m a little surprised, counselor.”

  “What? I was sitting on your lap when you laid out your conditions. Your huge package between my legs was distracting. I couldn’t focus. So I guess you can say I agreed to your terms under duress.”

  Laz laughed, the hardiness of the tone making her smile. “That’s the defense you’re planning to use? You weren’t under duress when you teased me with your luscious breasts in the bathroom, using them like weapons.”

  “Ha! Is that why you were running? You felt threatened by my boobs?” She wiggled her upper body, her breasts swinging in his face.

  “Don’t. I can’t handle it when you do that,” he groaned and palmed one of them, lowering his mouth over her sensitive nipple. Her body tingled with the contact and her eyes fluttered closed as his tongue licked and swirled around the tip.

  “And I—I can’t think straight when you do that,” she moaned and ran her hands through his hair, pulling slightly. Once she regained some control and had his attention again, she said, “I’m still trying to get an understanding of what it’ll be like to date you. How do you feel about PDA?”

  He lay on his back and stretched his arms out and yawned before fluffing his pillow. “What’s PDA?”

  “Public displays of affection.”

  “You should know me well enough to know that I do whatever the hell I want. If that means kissing you in front of everybody and their mama…” he shrugged, “…I’ll do whatever feels right at the moment.”