𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮- 𝗖𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗦𝗸𝗶𝗲𝘀 (Book Two)

70

𝘗𝘖𝘝 𝘔𝘌𝘋𝘡 ꕥ

My eyes were glued on the road ahead, but every movement that Patrice made I was aware of it. I could hardly erase her from my memory and thoughts and they all seem to crash at me like a force of tumbling rocks as my body hungered from her nearness.

Why could I not let her go? Why was I so needy when it comes to her?

I allowed myself a glance at her and my need intensified. I wanted her on every level imaginable, however, all I could do was fill my eyes with her captivating beauty.

My constant dreaming of her in those moments when I was not occupied with cramming work into every available spot of my days was like a manifestation of her just sitting there in my passenger seat so close yet out of my reach.

I look away from her my mind burned with her image. My mouth watered to taste the exposed areas of her body while my fingers gripping the steering wheel itched to reveal to my starving eyes the rest of her that her dress covered.

Never shudda come fi ar enuh, Ritchie cudda easily duh this.

Stupidly tell miself mi cudda handle it but bwoy was I wrong.

The silence between us was overpowering my rationality and it all fled when she took her phone from her purse and started to text someone.

Goodly ar man...the lucky one.

My dubious mind screamed at me.

My body tensed more than it already did and all of a sudden the comfortably fitting suit felt like a tight jacket and the tie like a noose.

Damn Nikki for always pushing me into a tighter spot. I guess it was hard getting her to stop playing matchmaker. The days when I use to perplex her to hook me up with Patrice were now turned into a proxy of heartache and deeper longing.

I accelerated the car as I made my way to Roxborough the smooth stretch of road before me seemed like a long winding hell ride as my mind thought of her sitting there texting her lover.

Fuck it!

I never should have allowed myself to get caught up in my need for Patrice, but I honestly wanted to convince myself I still had a chance with her that what we shared with overpower whatever desires she might have possessed where OD was concerned.

I gave an inwards sigh of delf derision. How stupid of them to match us. It was a waste of time color-coding us as a couple. This foolish attempt to propel us together was a waste of time.

I turn to her and saw a scowl mar her lovely features as she realized our destination. I wanted to rip the phone from her hand as her fingers move frantically over the screen.

Wah, she tink mi a guh kidnap ar? Mi might in love wid ar but mi nuh stupid fi nuh know it onesided.

That moment in time that I was given with her was all I would have...

Yet my heart body and soul craved her in every way conceivable making the rational irrational.

"Yuh can fix yuh face enuh mi naah duh yuh nothing," I blurted then on an impulse added. "At least nothing yuh nuh waah mi duh."

Her reaction caused me to grip the steering wheel tighter. My emotions where raging like a storm twirling about inside me like a tempest.

Her eyes were dark with longing, not repulsion. Her teeth that bite down on her plump lips were not done so to bite back a bruising remark but to stop the ragged breath that tried to escape.

I watch as her eyes traveled to my lips and I felt hope take over my disgruntled thoughts of earlier. Was this a sign that I have not completely lost her?

I stare at her long enough to see if I had somehow mistaken her action but the hunger in her eyes gave me hope and had me thinking.

Would her friends work this hard to get us together if they thought her to be in love with her childhood sweetheart?

"What exactly do you call naah duh yuh nothing?"
I heard her ask.

My response was immediate. "Right now mi have a feeling yuh waah mi duh yuh something."

"And if I do?"

Should I pinch myself? Because I was not sure if I was lost in wishful thinking.

Just play along dawg.

"It depends," I replied instinctively making the turn to take me to Roxborough Drive where my hotel was suited in the gated high-rise of the community.

"It does?" she queried with a frown then said. "It's obvious you don't want me here with you so that is a little contrary don't you think?"

"You know what Patrice you kind of make it your point of duty to think you know what it is I want,"
I replied after parking.

"Think?"

"So you're saying you do?"

"Medz forget it just go and do what you came here for so we can get going," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

"That's it with you always starting the fire and running when it blazes."

"Whatever," she returns hissing her teeth.

"Look at me, Patrice."

It took a while for her to comply with my steely command and when she did I leaned forward gripped her shoulders and pulled her roughly to me not caring about the seat belt that pressed into our chest as I devoured her soft lips.

My body sprung to life at the familiar feel and taste of her. My longing was now a starving need to claim what it so hungered for.

With a sigh that yielded no resistance, she took from me what I rendered; my need to have her in my arms without no inhibitions.

As one we fumbled to release the confines of the seat belt to fuse our bodies together as our kiss intensified.

When she grudgingly pull away to catch a much-needed breath I showered her face with kisses. I purposefully trailed a path to her neck and spitefully sucked hard on the exposed flesh that she gave me access to, as she leaned her head to the side and press my mouth her flesh with her fingers that were entwined in my cornrows I held nothing back.

I wanted her with a need that bordered on madness and irrationality but sense had to prevail. I did not want her to run away again and I was sure that if I took her here and now I was making myself fair game for being the loser.

I wanted more than sex.

I wanted the love of my life back.

And this was not the way to go about it.

I made to pull away and get things back on the rational but groping fingers found my hard and wanton member and my mind no longer cared for rationality.

It took a great deal of control not to finish what was happening here in the car but I wanted Patrice in my bed where I could have her completely and take her on the journey of where our love once lead us.

If it was for one night only...I was going to make that night last.

And maybe just maybe she'll come back to me.

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