never thought she would have a man running from her. Bringing the shirt close to her nose, she took a deep breath. It smelled like she knew it would. Warm and spicy just like
Clinton
. Taking one last glance at
Clinton
as he closed door, she went into her bedroom and closed the door. “
Clinton
, you’re full of surprises,” Jenisha whispered to the empty room.
Back in his room,
Clinton
paced back and forth on the carpet, trying not to think about Jenisha in the bedroom a few doors down from his. He was thrown. She had agreed to spend the night with him. He still felt like the whole situation was a dream and he would wake up any minute like he did from every fantasy he had about her. Needing something to do to get his mind off Jenisha covered in his shirt, he snatched his crossword puzzle book off the nightstand. Sitting at the small desk by his window, he opened it where he left off.
Clinton
try to let his mind become totally focused on the puzzle in front of him. He needed this time to himself to think. But he had to fight his own personal need not to think of something just to see Jenisha. He couldn’t forget how she looked when he walked away with his shirt pressed against her firm breasts. It was almost enough to make him jerk her back into his arms.
“Shit. I need to stop this or I won’t get any sleep tonight,” he grumbled. Rubbing his hands cross the back of his eyes, he refocused his attention on the crossword puzzle.
After a while he finally pushed thoughts of Jenisha to the back of his mind. Tapping the pencil on the desk, he reread the clue for six down aloud. “What is a four letter word for provocative?”
“I think the answer is sexy,” Jenisha whispered over his shoulder.
“Shit!”
Clinton
screamed, flinching in his chair. Spinning around, he stared at Jenisha with shock. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I didn’t hear you come in here. Is everything okay? Did you need something?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,
Clinton
. I didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked on the door a couple of times, but you didn’t answer. So, I peeked in and saw you sitting at the table,” Jenisha muttered.
Her eyes moved up his chest and stared into his eyes. He thought her eyes were the same color as an expensive bottle of brandy, and he couldn’t wait until they were overflowing with desire for him.
“You were mumbling to yourself about the crossword puzzle and, since I knew the answer, I wanted to help you out.”
“That shirt never looked that good on me.” The stretched material hugged Jenisha’s every curve. Look but don’t touch. He had to keep telling himself that.
She smiled at his compliment. “T
hank
you very much, but I didn’t come in here for a compliment.”
Pushing the chair back from the table, he stood up and ran his fingers through Jenisha silky strands. “What did you come in here for?” He smiled when she shivered at his touch.
“I wanted to t
hank
you again for letting me stay.”
He wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and slowly moved her toward his body, but gave her time to move away if she wanted. When they were chest to chest he kissed the side of her mouth lightly and breathed in her scent. “Since you are feeling so generous tonight, does that t
hank
you come with a good night kiss?”
Chapter Six
“We are standing half-naked in your bedroom. I don’t think a good night kiss would be a good idea,” Jenisha muttered.
Clinton
knew she wanted the kiss as much as he did, maybe more. He ran his hands up and down her slender back. “I swear I won’t allow the kiss to get out of hand, but I need something to dream about tonight.”
Titling her head to the side, Jenisha stared up at him. “I guess can spare one kiss for you, but remember your promise.”
Trying to keep the grin off his face,
Clinton
slid his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head “After this kiss I’ll have you dreaming about me tonight too,” he promised.
He
Clinton
. Taking one last glance at
Clinton
as he closed door, she went into her bedroom and closed the door. “
Clinton
, you’re full of surprises,” Jenisha whispered to the empty room.
Back in his room,
Clinton
paced back and forth on the carpet, trying not to think about Jenisha in the bedroom a few doors down from his. He was thrown. She had agreed to spend the night with him. He still felt like the whole situation was a dream and he would wake up any minute like he did from every fantasy he had about her. Needing something to do to get his mind off Jenisha covered in his shirt, he snatched his crossword puzzle book off the nightstand. Sitting at the small desk by his window, he opened it where he left off.
Clinton
try to let his mind become totally focused on the puzzle in front of him. He needed this time to himself to think. But he had to fight his own personal need not to think of something just to see Jenisha. He couldn’t forget how she looked when he walked away with his shirt pressed against her firm breasts. It was almost enough to make him jerk her back into his arms.
“Shit. I need to stop this or I won’t get any sleep tonight,” he grumbled. Rubbing his hands cross the back of his eyes, he refocused his attention on the crossword puzzle.
After a while he finally pushed thoughts of Jenisha to the back of his mind. Tapping the pencil on the desk, he reread the clue for six down aloud. “What is a four letter word for provocative?”
“I think the answer is sexy,” Jenisha whispered over his shoulder.
“Shit!”
Clinton
screamed, flinching in his chair. Spinning around, he stared at Jenisha with shock. “You almost gave me a heart attack. I didn’t hear you come in here. Is everything okay? Did you need something?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,
Clinton
. I didn’t mean to scare you. I knocked on the door a couple of times, but you didn’t answer. So, I peeked in and saw you sitting at the table,” Jenisha muttered.
Her eyes moved up his chest and stared into his eyes. He thought her eyes were the same color as an expensive bottle of brandy, and he couldn’t wait until they were overflowing with desire for him.
“You were mumbling to yourself about the crossword puzzle and, since I knew the answer, I wanted to help you out.”
“That shirt never looked that good on me.” The stretched material hugged Jenisha’s every curve. Look but don’t touch. He had to keep telling himself that.
She smiled at his compliment. “T
hank
you very much, but I didn’t come in here for a compliment.”
Pushing the chair back from the table, he stood up and ran his fingers through Jenisha silky strands. “What did you come in here for?” He smiled when she shivered at his touch.
“I wanted to t
hank
you again for letting me stay.”
He wrapped his fingers around her upper arm and slowly moved her toward his body, but gave her time to move away if she wanted. When they were chest to chest he kissed the side of her mouth lightly and breathed in her scent. “Since you are feeling so generous tonight, does that t
hank
you come with a good night kiss?”
Chapter Six
“We are standing half-naked in your bedroom. I don’t think a good night kiss would be a good idea,” Jenisha muttered.
Clinton
knew she wanted the kiss as much as he did, maybe more. He ran his hands up and down her slender back. “I swear I won’t allow the kiss to get out of hand, but I need something to dream about tonight.”
Titling her head to the side, Jenisha stared up at him. “I guess can spare one kiss for you, but remember your promise.”
Trying to keep the grin off his face,
Clinton
slid his fingers through her hair and cupped the back of her head “After this kiss I’ll have you dreaming about me tonight too,” he promised.
He
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