Curved Edges ✔

(125) Sensual Senses I

♡ AMA

My heart is racing when I knock on the door. The door opens and my jaw drops. Fuck me, he looks hotter than ever. His hair is a little messy like he ran his fingers through it a couple of times.

His eyes roam over my body and he sucks in a breath.

I do the same, admiring his tight black jeans and white button-up with the sleeves rolled up.

I might have a forearm fetish. Fuck me, I could bite them. My eyes move back up to his and he stares back at me.

His deep voice sends a shiver down my spine. "Ama."

He clears his throat and steps aside. "Welcome home beautiful."

I step inside and drop my bag on the floor in shock. What the hell happened in here? Oh my god, it looks beautiful. I walk around in awe and admire and touch everything. I walk into the living room area and my eyes land on the canvas on the wall.

I smile when I see her; me. She has come an awful long way. I'm ready. I hope everyone else is too. Because no one is stopping me from grabbing a firm hold of my future.

I turn around and catch Donté pouring wine and checking on food in the oven.

Walking over to him, I take in the fancy looking kitchen. The apartment is not that big, but it's perfect so far. I could have picked every single item in here myself, it makes me happy.

I lean on the bar and stare at his back as he pulls plates from the oven.

He turns around and almost drops the plates. "Fuck, Ama."

I chuckle and try to look innocent. "What's wrong Donté?"

He smirks and says: "Nothing, beautiful. I cooked for you. Shrimp as a starter. Would you like to eat now?"

I nod and sit down on a stool at the breakfast bar to watch him plate up the food and grab my glass to take in the scent of the white wine in it. For some reason I smell the ocean and scold myself, thinking my brain is playing tricks on me.

But when Donté describes the wine to me with his sexy voice, I find out that he picked this wine to stay in theme. His eyes shimmer like they always do when he gets to share his knowledge and I hang on his every word, in awe of the passion he displays.

I hold my glass up to him, "To chasing your dreams, staying true to yourself and love."

He raises his glass too and looks into my eyes before handing me a fork with a smile.

I stab at a shrimp with it and chew on it, moaning softly. Fuck, that tastes amazing.

I look up from my plate and catch him swallowing, shifting on his barstool, discomfort visible on his face. Oh, that's interesting. I eat another shrimp, moaning a little louder this time.

"Mmmm Donté. This tastes heavenly."

Desire flashes in his eyes and I can't help but feel victorious. A man like that, who can take over half of the women in the club home every night, wanting me, lusting over me, gives me a big confidence boost.

I reach across the bar and steal a shrimp from his plate.

He gasps dramatically, "You did not just steal food from my plate."

I lick the shrimp on my fork suggestively, holding it out to him with my eyebrows raised.

He leans on the bar and eats the shrimp off my fork, moaning loudly himself.

Fuck me. He's using my own trick against me and it's working.

And his confident smirk shows he knows it. This is going to be fun.