Summon Lyght(13)

He turned his head to the right, getting a whiff of soft lilac soap. A tiny bathroom lay beyond a rough plank door that stood ajar hinting at where the scent may have originated. Beyond that he glimpsed a bed neatly made with a pale yellow bedspread and matching curtains.

"I'll put on coffee and tea then draw a bath for Tyler." She aimed a compassionate gaze at the young boy. "A nice warm bath will have him good as new."

The tender lilt in her voice tingled through Lesedi. Memories of her warm mouth assaulted him just as she met his gaze. Her eyes lowered and she hurried toward him, making Lesedi brace for some sort of impact.

"Oh my goodness, your hand." She lifted it and examined the bloody oozing knuckles he had not even noticed. Lesedi lost himself in the feel of her touch and the sound of her voice. "I have just the thing to fix that right up."

His heart sputtered as she tugged him to the bathroom and pulled him inside. He ducked to clear the low frame and watched her shut the door. The second she did, his testosterone hit a dangerous level. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she'd just closed herself in with a man on fire with needs too long unmet.

She rummaged through a small cabinet next to a claw foot tub. His eyes landed on lacy undergarments the second she seemed to remember they were there.

"Oh shoot!" She yanked the shower curtain closed and turned to him with flushed cheeks and a small bottle of something. "Sorry." The silky word got Lesedi hard as a rock. She cleared her throat and came right up to him like a fearless warrior. "This might sting a little but I don't imagine it'll bother a man like you."

He watched her dab some of the liquid onto a cotton ball and then touch it gently to the gash on his knuckle. "A man like me?"

She looked up at him and his pulse exploded in his ears with awe of her beauty in passion. It filled her eyes even though she no doubt thought she hid it well. She chewed her lower lip briefly and hunger hit his groin with a fury when her pink tongue swept it nervously. "I just meant…cause…well you're um…"

"Does my color scare you?"

Her dark gaze jerked up to his, wide and innocent. She shook her head. "No, not…not at all…"

Lesedi listened with anticipation as she softly stuttered out her thoughts, not daring to interrupt the arousing sound.

"…I think…" She lowered her head as though she couldn't bring herself to say the words.

"Don't stop." Lesedi whispered the words in an effort to keep his deep voice low.

"Might sound dumb because you're a man but…I think you're…" She shrugged a shoulder and tucked hair behind her ear nervously, "beautiful."

Despite his determination to not be offended or concerned by her response, Lesedi couldn't stop his laughter. It was the very last thing in the world he expected to exit those beautiful lips. Nobody had ever called him that before. Especially not a white person, and certainly not a white woman.

She looked up at him, worry pinching her perfect brows. "I don't mean it in a…"

Hunger to sooth her fears blinded him and he lowered his mouth to hers and groaned as she opened. Eager and ready, she held on to his shoulders and moaned softly as he pulled her body tight against his, one hand pressing her soft curves right onto his excruciating hard on.

The BANG! BANG! BANG! on the bathroom door felt like blows to his head they were so loud. "Yes!" He growled.

"I need to speak with you. Now."

Lesedi recognized the white man's voice but not the cutting edge in it. What was his problem?

Lesedi bristled with annoyance. "Can it wait?"

"Positively not."

That insolent bastard. "I'll be there in a minute."

"You'll be here now, or I'm opening the door, mate."

Mate?

"Go!" Miya whispered. She pushed out of his arms and shooed him toward the door. "I'll draw the boy's bath."

Lesedi nodded, his gaze lowering to burn the image of her arousal into his brain. Her nipples strained through the blouse of her uniform, slamming his groin with heat. The realization that her bra was thin and flimsy had him furious with the stranger for depriving him from discovering whether it was also transparent in that very instant.

"Later."

She nodded and smiled, her cheeks turning red before turning to the tub and busying herself.





Chapter Five



The white man presented a monumental nuisance, but it was impossible to focus on while being practically carried one-handed by him into the bedroom. Miya's bedroom, Lesedi realized.

The man released his grip unceremoniously, disrupting Lesedi's balance, and gestured to the bed. "Sit."

Impaled by the stranger's freaky contact lens-covered gaze, Lesedi complied. His body obeyed even as his mind said who in the fuck did he think he was talking to? and what sort of balls did he have to back this arrogance up? Diamond ones?