Friends. That wasn’t a term she wanted associated between the two of them. Well, maybe if it was accompanied with benefits. She’d changed her mind on that, and it would be a good start for what Imani hoped for.
They talked for another hour or so, sang happy birthday to Malika, and she blew out the candles on her cake.
Imani was relieved that after a little while, Garrett seemed to relax and appeared to be enjoying her friends. His smiles were plentiful, and his laugh was easy.
She picked up the bottle of wine to pour into her glass, but it was empty. “That ran out fast. I’ll run and grab another one.”
She stood, and so did Garrett. “I’ll help you.” He followed her into kitchen unable to take his eyes off her. Her black mini dress fit her curves perfectly as he watched the sway of her hips move from side to side. A distraction from focusing on her plump ass was desperately needed. Garrett cleared his throat. He couldn’t think of one coherent thing as a diversion. What made matters worse, was that there were no parents or siblings to worry about disrespecting. There was no one to be a buffer between them.
Imani glanced back over her shoulder as they entered the kitchen. “Thank you for coming tonight.” Her stomach was nervous.
His voice was thick. “It’s good to see you in person.”
She hurried over to the kitchen table. “Oh, gaaawd. There’s water all over the place. Dammit.” Quickly, Imani grabbed a couple of dishtowels from off the counter to soak up the water.
Garrett finished cleaning it off as Imani picked up the vase of flowers, inspecting it while she carried the container over to the sink. “There’s a crack in the glass. I didn’t see it earlier. I hope I don’t kill these flowers. They’re so gorgeous. I think I have another vase under here.” Sure enough, there were several more containers, and she pulled one out from underneath.
Imani’s back was to him, but she could feel his eyes on her, watching her every movement. She was glad he couldn’t see her reaction. Hoping to gain some control, Imani bit her lip as she rinsed off and filled up a vase with water. Garrett was more gorgeous than he had a right to be. How the hell was she supposed to be friends with him, when all she could think about was getting naked and finishing what they’d started? Imani took a couple of calming breaths before turning around. She tried to think of something . . . anything that would get her hormones under control. Imani said the first thing that popped into her mind.
“Mom asked me to invite you home if you’re not visiting with your family for Christmas dinner. She’s dying to make you a meal. She’s been cooking up a storm ever since those appliances were delivered.”
The easiness in his voice had disappeared. It was a bit more strained, tense even. “Good, I’m glad she’s making use of them.”
Imani laughed nervously. “Daddy is happy. I know that.”
Once she’d finished filling the vase and put the flowers in it, Imani then grabbed a couple of clean wine glasses from the cabinet before rinsing them off too.
“Imani?”
She stopped breathing. Garrett had moved close enough to cage her in at the sink with his strong arms. She leaned back into his firm body and closed her eyes.
His lips pressed against the curve of her neck as he placed his hands on each side of her hips. He was hard, really hard. Imani could feel his cock press up against the crease of her ass. She pushed back into him just as he thrust up into her. Imani tossed her head back onto his shoulder to give him better access. Instead, Garrett took her lips in his, and the moment her mouth parted on a moan, he slid his tongue inside. The kiss was wild and hungry from the pent-up desire they’d both been trying to suppress.
Garrett managed to grab hold of the bottom edge of her dress slowly pulling it up inch by inch. Imani thanked the moon and the stars for not wearing stockings. His hand came around to her front, and his fingers disappeared into the lacy material of her thong.
He slid a finger across her slit eliciting another throaty moan. She parted her legs a little wider wanting and needing so much more. The sensation of him rotating his hips into her and touching her tender flesh was too delicious.
His hands were magical as they opened her up like a flower. Imani’s hot juices coated them. Garrett ran his fingers back and forth over her outer and inner lips, gliding them from her clit to her opening, each time coming close but not taking the plunge.
Imani grabbed a fistful of his hair as she held him with one hand by the back of his head. She used her other hand to hold to his waist to keep herself steady on her feet.
Garrett’s breathing was heavy . . . labored. He whispered into her ear, “I don’t think this friend thing is going to work.” Plunging a finger deep into her pussy, her body welcomed him by clenching all around it.
Her moans were getting a louder. It wasn’t enough. Imani needed more. Her body called out to him. Instinctively, he understood exactly what she needed. Garrett added
