They stared at one another for a moment, then A’ja stepped back. “Come in.”
Naasson walked over the threshold of her temporary home, and he glared down at her. A’ja swallowed hard as she returnedthe gaze. What she didn’t expect was for Naasson to step into her personal space and snake his tongue into her mouth.
“I missed you,” he whispered and made her insanely wet.
A’ja knew she needed to be avoiding sex with Naasson but with the way her body was reacting to him, there was no way she could tell him no. The kiss deepened, and Naasson caressed the side of her face as they continued to kiss. He finally pulled back and stroked his thumb back and forth across her cheek. “I really missed you,” he confessed. “I hate that I acted like a bitch when your ex came through. I should have never left like that.”
A small smile graced A’ja’s face. “I kind of got to see firsthand how you felt. I can’t say it felt good walking into the restaurant and seeing you with another woman.”
“I think that means we’re in too deep. I’m fresh out of a relationship, and you’re fresh out of a marriage. Neither of us need to be involved in anything too serious, but the thought of you being here with your ex had a nigga uncomfortable as hell. I didn’t like that shit.”
A’ja offered a sad smile. All she ever wanted Kenyatta to do was fight for her and act like she mattered. Here Naasson was confessing how he’d missed her, and how jealous he’d been, and she could never pretend that she wasn’t flattered.
“How did your visit with your ex go?” she inquired.
“Like the entire time I was thinking about how I was ready for her to leave.”
A’ja wasn’t sure how she should respond and while she was waiting on something to cross her mind, Naasson once again kissed her. That time they ended up in her bedroom. Naasson and A’ja were naked in her bed making out like two teenagers. With his tongue, Naasson explored A’ja’s breasts, her lips, her stomach, and the inside of her thighs before devouring her clit.
“Baby,” A’ja found herself moaning as she caressed the back of Naasson’s head and fed herself to him.
Naasson moaned, slurped, sucked, and licked like he’d just been given his last meal. A’ja’s mouth hung open, but no sounds came out of her mouth as her heart drummed against her ribcage. A’ja gasped when she came. Her back arched, and she opened her legs just a tad bit wider. If she had it her way, Naasson would never let up off her honeypot. The way Naasson moaned as he lapped at her essence turned A’ja on even more. By the time he pushed his manhood into her, A’ja’s head was reeling. She couldn’t decipher whether this was a bad decision or not, but it was happening, and she was enjoying it. Naasson stroked her walls intensely while A’ja locked her legs around his waist. Three positions and another orgasm later, the pair lay in her bed trying to catch their breath.
“Do you forgive me?” Naasson kissed her jawline, and A’ja nodded as the doorbell rang.
“I forgive you. Shoot, there’s my food.”
“I got it.” Naasson got up and put his boxer briefs and jeans back on. He remained shirtless as he walked to the door to retrieve A’ja’s food.
“Thank you,” she sat up in bed and took the bag that he passed to her.
“You want me to leave, or you don’t mind my company?” Naasson inquired, and A’ja blushed.
“No, you don’t have to leave. I don’t mind your company.”
“Have some,” A’ja offered Naasson some food, and he licked his lips.
“No thank you. What I want to eat isn’t in that tray.”
A’ja’s gaze dropped to the food bashfully. She couldn’t believe that Naasson had her old ass feeling like a high school girl. A’ja was famished, so she scarfed her food down and instantly regretted it.
“What’s wrong?” Naasson asked in a concerned tone after he saw the way her face had crumpled.
“I feel really full. Like so full that I’m uncomfortable. I have to th?” She couldn’t finish her sentence as she jumped up off the bed and ran towards the bathroom.
A’ja made it just in time as everything that she ate came back up in uncomfortably large chunks. She hated throwing up, and tears ran down her cheeks as she emptied the contents of her stomach. Everything had tasted so good going down but now, she was miserable. A’ja finally finished throwing up, and she flushed the toilet and stood up. A’ja could feel Naasson staring at her as she brushed her teeth.
“You good?” he finally asked as she gargled with mouthwash.
“I think so. I’ve been tired lately, and now I’m throwing up. I just hope I’m not coming down with a bug.” A’ja thought about the fact that she’d already been playing terribly. She didn’t need to ride the bench at the next game.
“You think it’s a bug, or do I need to go get you a pregnancy test?”
chapter
ten
A’ja leanedup against the bathroom wall with a pained expression on her face. Naasson’s back was against the opposite wall, and he watched A’ja chew nervously on her bottom lip. “You think it’s been two minutes?” he asked, and A’ja simply nodded.
