Warm lips press to my neck as his hands move down from my shoulders to my ribs, then muscular arms wrap around me. His warm breath makes the tiny hairs on my neck stand on end when he whispers in my ear. “Don’t sell yourself short. You’re an amazing lover yourself, and any man in his right mind would agree with me after having you the way I just did. I’m the lucky one here, not you. And for the record, you’re the first woman I’ve gone down on since my wife. I’m a picky man, Candace. There’s a reason why I’m not in a relationship after two years of being divorced. I’m not a man whore. I’m particular.”
He spins me around to face him. “I had no intentions of actually meeting someone through that matching site but you caught my eye. Everything about your profile was different. It was simple yet intriguing, and your eyes took me prisoner immediately.”
I drop my head, breaking our eye contact because this moment is becoming a little too heavy for me. His finger slides beneath my chin and he pulls me up so I’m facing him again. “Don’t be uncomfortable. I sent that message because yes, I wanted to sleep with you. I won’t lie about being a horny man wanting to get laid by a beautiful woman, but I also won’t allow you to feel like you could’ve been any woman because you weren’t.”
He leans down and kisses me softly on the lips. “Sex is something I enjoy fully and I miss it. I love exploring the female body and pleasuring it. Oral sex is one of my most favorite things to experience with a woman and sex itself ignites me in ways I can’t explain, but sex with just anyone doesn’t work for me. I need a spark. I need that certain feeling deep in my gut that gives me a heated primal need to have it, and when we met, that’s what I felt. I wanted your body in every way possible. But your mind is what tipped that first domino over. You intrigue me, Candace Greene, and you turn me on. Tonight only solidified my feelings.”
That’s it.
Brisban Calloway just won me over.
Nothing is sexier than a man who knows what he wants and isn’t ashamed to say it with pure raw honesty. He can have me any way he wants me because I’ve never felt this free within my sexuality in my entire life.
THE TRAIL OF fire his touch left still lingers on my skin even after all these days. I rub my legs together and roll over, twisting the bed sheets around myself. Images of his mouth on me flash in my mind. I skim my hand down between my legs and brush my fingers over the thin material of my panties. My eyes close and I’m back in room 1100 with Brisban Calloway. I’ve never been one to pleasure myself very often at all, but this man has brought about sexual tendencies within me I’ve never experienced before. His kisses stained my thoughts and set my body aflame. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about him.
It’s been two weeks since that insanely wonderful night. He hasn’t missed a day texting me, but apparently, work has taken him out of town. The past two days he’s been distant and I don’t know why. Maybe he’s just exhausted from the long hours and travel. I can’t help but wonder if he’s seeing other women.
Sipping my morning coffee, I log into my Sex Unlimited account. It’s the first time I’ve logged in since I met him. The first thing I do is go to his profile. Last date logged in: today. Jealously tries to rear its green ugly head at the thought of him perusing the site again, possibly looking for something new, someone different. I immediately log off and try to shake the stupid thought from my head. I’m overthinking. I need to work and stop thinking about him every minute of the day.
My door bell rings and I glance at the clock. It’s only eight in the morning. Who the hell could be here? Janette partied last night, so there’s no way she’s awake this early and she’s the only person who ever comes over. I go over and peek through the peep hole of the door and my heart nearly drops to the floor.
James.
What in the hell is he doing here?
Suddenly I feel like I can’t breathe or move. I’m frozen as I watch him reach out and ring the bell again. So many thoughts, questions and memories are racing through my head, running into each other at lightning speed but I open the door.
There he is …
The man I loved half my life.
The man who broke my heart into a million tiny pieces.
The man who will always be my first love.
He looks exactly the same. Dark green eyes, sandy blond hair and a jawline that would make any woman weak in the knees.
“Candace,” he deadpans.
Our stares fix themselves on one another and the temperature in the room rises a million degrees.
“What are you doing here, James?” I stutter.