BWWM: BEFORE I WAKE: A Bad Boy Billionaire Book Collection (African American Interracial Series) (380 page)

KIARA

              I smoothed down the lines of my skirt and looked at myself in the mirror again. Is it too much?

“You look pretty Mama!” Kalen came in the room behind me. I smiled at him. He’s such a good kid. He’s excited to go see Rick and Angie tonight too. Rick told him he got a new video game and Kalen couldn’t wait to try it out.

“Are you sure this is okay baby?”

“Pat is going to think you look great!” My seven year old scholar said.

“Thank you, baby.” The doorbell rang then and my stomach clenched. I went out to answer it and was actually relieved that it was Rick and Angie and not Patrick. I’m so nervous…I feel like a kid going on her first date, ever.

“Hey guys! Come in. Thanks so much for taking my rug rat tonight.”

Over the past few days, I’d only agreed to go out with Patrick tonight on the condition that it was as “friends.” He’d laughed at that, but agreed.

“Are you kidding? I’m so happy to have someone entertain Rick! I thought about paying you to let us take him,” Angie said. I laughed.

“You look amazing,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek. “Doesn’t she took amazing, baby?”

“She ain’t lyin’” Rick said with a wolfish grin. Angie poked him playfully.

“Thank you guys, I…” Suddenly, I lost my train of thought. Patrick was standing at the door behind them with a huge bouquet of flowers in his hand looking all roguish and romantic.

He was wearing dark khakis and a dark green long sleeved button down that fit his muscular torso like a glove. Tonight his eyes were more green too. Gorgeous. They sparkled as they traveled up and down my cream blouse and skirt.

“Hi,” he said with a grin. Angie and Rick were staring at me and I could feel my face heat.

“H-Hey.”

“PAT!” Kalen ran to him and they did their silly little secret handshake Kalen told me they’d made up. Then Patrick winked at him like they were conspirators. They’re so cute together that if I wasn’t completely smitten with him already, that would convince me.

I introduced my friends and after kisses and hugs to Kalen the three of them left. Patrick handed me the flowers and I stuck my nose down in them.

“They’re gorgeous.”

He ran his hand down the side of my cheek. I tried not to lean closer. “So are you.”

“And you don’t look so bad yourself,” I said, eyeing his big chest over the bouquet. He looked like he was made of iron. God what would it be like to lick up and…
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Dammit. Focus K!

“This old thing?” he asked with a wink. “Are you ready?”

I took another deep breath to steady myself. “I’m ready.”

We walked outside and I saw his car sitting there in my driveway. I’d seen it before of course, but somehow it seemed a little more intimidating here in my neighborhood. He opened the door for me and I slid in…reveling in the feel of the soft leather underneath my thighs.

Patrick slide in next to me and I suddenly felt so close to him in this tight space. He smelled like cotton and a dark masculine musk. It was intoxicating. “Nice car.”

He looked at me with those incredibly unique eyes. “Thanks. I used to be completely infatuated with her.”

“You’re not anymore?”

He smiled, his warm eyes traveling across my face. “I’ve found it’s hard to be completely infatuated by two…subjects, at the same time.”

I felt my face go hot again. This time the heat traveled down my neck and spread throughout my body. The engine roared to life too.

***

              Patrick took us to a place called Sorellina. It’s an upscale Italian restaurant that is actually quite famous in Boston. I’d heard a lot about it, but I’d never been there. Damien was never one to take me out and since I haven’t been on a date since…Kalen and I eat a lot of pizza.

We were shown to our table right away and Patrick was treated like royalty. The space was open and inviting, but our table was intimate and except for the waiter checking in every so often, I felt like we were dining alone. There was soft music playing in the background and the lighting was soft as well giving it an intimate feel. Patrick ordered us a bottle of wine and when the waiter left I looked at my menu.

“So what’s good?”

“Everything,” he said with a smile, that right dimple suddenly revealing itself. Damn, where had it been all my life? 

“You can just close your eyes and point and you’ll end up with a fantastic meal.”

I put the menu down then.“Okay then, you order for me. There’s really nothing I don’t like.”

He ordered the buratta and fig as an appetizer. I have to admit that I had no idea what burrata was. Now, I’m in love. The entrée was gnocchi with lobster and Vermont butter. The gnocchi was delicious, light and hearty at the same time. They served it with fresh handmade Italian bread and it was so good, I wanted to eat the entire loaf.

While we ate, we talked and I didn’t find it surprising at how easily I fell into conversation with him. I told him about growing up with a single mother and how my grandfather had been such a big influence in my life.

Patrick opened up to me a little more about his father and how things had been growing up with a man like that. It was hard for me to reconcile the Rose that I knew being married to a man like that.

A tiny little part of me wondered if it was possible for his father to change from a nice guy…into a monster…would it be for him too? I made myself put that thought away. I was having too much fun to let my over-thinking things ruin it.

After the restaurant, Patrick drove us uptown to a small jazz bar. It was crowded but as soon as we walked in, we were ushered up front to a table near the stage. The waitress took our drink orders and the band struck up almost as soon as we’d been seated. It was a band that I’d seen back when I was in college and I loved them.

              “Oh my goodness, I love Violette!”

He smiled. “So do I. They played for my brother’s wedding and I fell in love with their music.”

He slid his chair next to me and slipped his strong arm around my shoulders. I wondered if they would play at our wedding…and then I caught myself
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Snap out of it girl! Are you kidding me
?

I concentrated on the smooth sounds of the band and the feel of Pat’s arm around me. I leaned closer to him and he let me rest against his hard body. This felt so nice.

              “Dance with me?” he whispered into my ear. The vibrations of his voice and the warmth of his breath sent a thrill through me.

              “I’d love to,” I told him. He led me to the dance floor and took me into his arms. He danced like he did everything else…perfect. I can’t even describe the feeling of being in his arms. It was like…being home. Just as the song came to an end, he lowered his face down to mine and kissed me softly on the lips.

              “Come home with me Kiara.” I felt the invisible hand of panic grip my throat. I wanted to…so badly…but I had no experience with this.

“Trust me baby, I would never hurt you. Please don’t push me away.”

              Trust…that was the magic word. Did I trust him? I looked up into his eyes and what I saw there was warmth and dark desire.

I decided to leap. “I trust you,” I told him, as his lips came back down on mine. This time it wasn’t slow and sweet. I kissed him deeply, sucking gently on his soft lips like I was trying to suck his desire into my body. I could feel his need for me in the desperate way that his tongue pressed into mine and I realized that I didn’t just want him…I needed him too. I kissed him again, this time fervently.

When we came up for air he grinned.“Maybe we should go.”

I wasn’t about to argue.

PATRICK

              When we got to the penthouse I made a show of giving her a tour, just because I was trying to ease her mind a bit. She seemed to catch on and as we stood looking out the window at the yachts on the bay she smiled.

“Enough Patrick. Make love to me.” She turned to me and my heart swelled. I didn’t ask any questions beyond that. I moved in and pressed my lips to her soft ones. She tasted so sweet it was hard to stop kissing her.

As the kiss heated up, I caught her full lower lip softly with my mouth and sucked and tugged on it gently with my teeth. She moaned and I could tell that whatever was left to click into place in her mind had clicked…she was ready. And God so was I.

              Without breaking our kiss, I guided her down the hall towards my bedroom. When we got there she surprised me by pushing back on my chest and in a sexy whisper saying, “Lay down.”

I laid down on my back and shuddered almost violently as she hiked up her skirt and straddled my waist. She leaned down and found my lips and once again we began sucking and exploring each other’s mouths.

I felt the slight tremble in her hands as she unbuttoned my shirt, slowly, while we kissed. Her body fit perfectly against me.

When she had it unbuttoned to my waist, I felt the heat of her small, soft hands as they glided across the muscles of my chest. My stomach was flipping cartwheels. I wanted to touch her that way too.

I broke our kiss and attached my mouth to her long, slender neck. I felt her shiver when I got to the sweet spot and I stopped and concentrated there, sucking the flesh in between my teeth and flicking against it wildly with my tongue.

              She had my shirt all the way opened up and pushed back against my shoulders. She was working on my pants now and moving her hips back and forth, rubbing herself against me. She unzipped my pants and dragged them down off of me.

When she put her hand back up on top of my boxers her fingers brushed softly against the swollen head of my cock and I gasped. She smiled down at me and instead of pulling them off, she took me in her hands and began to massage the shaft through its cotton prison…I wanted flesh against flesh, but I had to admit that her teasing was taking my breath away. I hadn’t seen anything yet though.

She slowed the massage and leaned down, taking the band of my boxers in between her sexy lips, she dragged it down, setting my aching cock free. She used her hands to push it the rest of the way off as she kissed her way back up my legs.

My body convulsed as her lips made their way up to my cock and she sucked me in…long and hard. My moans resonated throughout the room as she sucked me in and out; using her tongue to make long, slow strokes up and down the shaft. She circled the head and flicked across it until I thought I would actually scream. I was only able to take it for a few minutes before I had to beg her to stop. I felt like I was already going to explode. Fuck!

She gave herself one last taste before I reached down and dragged her body up so that I could kiss her lips again. I could taste myself on her lips and I tasted good there. She smiled against my lips. So sexy.

I reached back and unzipped that sexy skirt she was wearing. I pushed it down off her arms and she lifted her hips and wiggled it until it was off. Her blouse slide off and away and I felt her kick off her heels. Now she sat on top of me in a red lace bra and thong, looking like a goddess.

“Oh Kiara…you’re so beautiful baby.”

She leaned down and pressed her lips to my ear. “So are you.”

I sat up and flipped her onto her back. Shedding myself of my shirt I lowered my lips to her bra and licked the dark nipple through the soft lace. She moaned and reached underneath her back, releasing the catch.

I lifted the bra off and this time I actually felt a growl come up from deep inside my chest. She had the most beautiful breasts I’d ever seen…even more beautiful than I’d imagined them in my dreams. Full and dark and ripe.

I leaned down and began to suckle one of them as I twisted the other on between my fingers. Kiara had her back arched up off the mattress and she mewed against me. I wanted more than just little pants. I wanted to release the tigress inside of her.

I bit down on her nipple and she cried out and bucked her hips up off the bed. I felt the wet lace of her thong rub against my hard cock as I felt her grind into me. I began licking her nipples furiously, first one and then the other, back and forth while she dug her fingers into my scalp with one hand and she clutched at the comforter underneath us with the other.

“Patrick! Oh my God! Oh that feels so good! So fucking good!” I loved hearing her breathe out my name. I wanted to hear her lose control. I wanted to make her scream.

I started kissing down from her breasts across her flat belly and down to the top of her thong. I kissed and sucked along the lower part of her abdomen, getting closer and closer to her mound each time.

I finally allowed myself the pleasure of letting my fingers rub across the thin piece of material covering her entrance. She was so wet. I was intoxicated by the feel and the smell of her. I fisted her thong up in my hand and it shredded away easily with one tug. She squeaked, but she didn’t complain.

I almost fainted from happiness as I gave her one long, slow lick from top to bottom. She moaned and writhed in pleasure. I let my wet tongue find her entrance and slide slowly up inside of her. She was panting as I moved in and out, faster and deeper each time. She pressed  my face in between her legs hard and mumbled things incoherently.