“You said you would leave me!” he thundered.
Imani’s mouth fell open. “You really thought I went back to Zamibia?”
Wasim let out a heavy breath to calm down. His head throbbed. “Yes. Because you got what you wanted. The agreement has been signed.”
She walked slowly toward one of the tables near the bed and set down her bag and scarf. “I know I said that, but I didn’t mean it.”
“You can’t say such things to me, Imani. I couldn’t concentrate on my work. All I could think about was getting back here to you.”
He was opening himself up to her, baring his soul in a way that made him extremely uncomfortable. This knowledge would give her too much power, yet he couldn’t stop talking.
“Next time I’ll call.” She turned to face him. So calm. So cool. As if this conversation bored her and the idea of him going out of his mind didn’t matter.
“I want you.”
Eyes widening, she took a step back. “Now?”
“Yes. Now.”
He stalked over to her and thrust his fingers into her hair.
“I’m filthy,” she whispered, even as he felt her body leaned into his.
“You are never filthy to me.”
He tossed aside his shirt and roughly removed her clothes, fingers trembling with the power of his need, yet somehow managing to maintain enough control to not shred her garments in his haste to get her naked.
Placing her on the bed, he whispered, “This is not filthy.” He dragged his tongue along the slit at the apex of her thighs and she cried out. “This is not filthy.” He sucked her chocolate nipples and squeezed her breasts while rubbing his hands over the curves of her waist and hips.
He unzipped and then spread her legs, almost nutting as he looked down at her, glistening and swollen in her need for him. Briefly closing his eyes, he fisted his erection and guided himself into her body.
Imani opened, granting him access into the depths of her quivering flesh.
“This is how I want you to greet me when I come home. With your legs open and your body ready,” he whispered gutturally.
He sank into her, almost collapsing but then recharged with deep, forceful strokes that pushed air from his lungs and prompted breathless cries from her lips.
He started slow but increased the tempo as her moans filled his ears. His hard chest crushed her breasts and silently, he prayed for the stamina to hold back until she climaxed, but it was so damn hard to maintain control when she writhed and moaned with every thrust.
The past twelve hours had been a nightmare. The thought of her not being here when he came back had consumed and tortured him beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.
As she came, her cries fueled his faster, deeper thrusts. She gripped the sheets and her body quivered around him, while his breaths came out as heavy huffs near her ear.
“I will never grow tired of the sight of you coming for me.Onlyme,” Wasim groaned, and let go with a final thrust and squeeze of her ass as he emptied inside of her. He kept the full weight of his body off her by resting on his arms. His head fell to the scented curve of her neck, his labored breaths pounding against her collarbone.
“Never leave me,” he whispered hoarsely.
The words tumbled from his lips in a shameless plea. Not like the voice of a king, the ruler of all he could see, whose every sentence became law as soon as they were uttered from his lips. With her, he was merely a man, desperate to hold onto the most valuable person in his life. The one person he was beginning to think his heart couldn’t beat without.
“I didn’t think you cared.” Imani quickly turned her face away as if embarrassed she’d spoken the words.
Wasim lifted his head. “Why would you say that? Look at me.” He twisted her face back around to him. “Why would you say that?”
“Because this is all I am to you. A body to lose yourself in.” Hurt filled her eyes, and she pushed him off and rolled away. “It’s time for you to go back to your apartment, isn’t it?” Her voice was completely devoid of emotion.
Wasim froze in shock. Then he fell onto his back and stared up at the chandelier. The glaring light had shined down on them the entire time they made love. He considered not moving, but then thought better of it. He had too much to think about.
“I’m leaving, but we will talk tomorrow.”
