My Kind of Girl (19 page)

“
Only one now. It’s my
phone for family and friends. It’s the number you’ve always had.
The other phone … well, it was my …”

“
Little black book,” she
finished for him with a smirk.

“
Something like that.” He
smiled sheepishly.

“
And you tossed
it?”

“
Yep.”

“
When?”

“
Well, at first it was
locked in my glove compartment the night I met you here. I took it
out a week later and tossed it in the river. Best feeling
ever.”

“
Why the river?”

“
I think it’s a family
thing. I was with Bria when she tossed her engagement ring into the
river after she’d found out her fiancée cheated on her and got the
side chick pregnant. I remembered her saying it was like throwing
away dead weight and it was. Very exhilarating because I’ve never
been as happy as I am now that I have you.” He reached over and
grabbed her hands. “I’m so thankful you’re in my life, dimples.
Thank you for giving me a chance.”

She squeezed his hands and stared at
the honesty that shone on his face. She’d never been this happy
either. “Me too, Sean.”

He sat back in his chair and slid his
cell phone off of the table. “You know what I need to
do?”

“
What’s that?”

“
Call Justin and tell him
to personally bring our food out.”

Traci laughed. “I think that’s a great
idea.”

*****

Later on that evening, Traci laid with
her body smashed against Sean’s in the bed while he read an article
Cannon had written for a medical journal. She kissed the side of
his neck and rubbed her hand on his bare chest.

“
Almost done?” she asked,
tugging at the skin on his neck.

“
Mmm … um … your tongue
feels good. Just one more paragraph and I’m all yours.”

Licking up to his ears, she ran her
hand down to the waistband of his pajama pants. “Okay, because I
want to try something different.”

“
What?” He tossed the
magazine on the floor and placed his focus on her.

“
Well, I don’t know. I’ll
leave that to your imagination.” She trailed her lips down to his
chest and circled his nipple with her tongue.

“
Are you sure?”

She flung her body over his and
straddled him while rotating her middle on his erection. His hands
grasped her butt cheeks and pulled her harder down on him. She
lowered her lips to his and licked them.

“
Very.”

Flipping her over on her back as a
delighted squeal erupted from her throat, his lips landed on hers
in a blissful kiss of passion. She’d thoroughly enjoyed kissing him
for each one was never like the ones before. It was always as if
they were kissing each other for the first time all over again. It
was passionate and surreal. His magical tongue gyrating with hers
in a sensual rhythm as his hands roamed recklessly over her body
sent erotic shivers to slam through her. No man had ever made her
feel this desirable and insatiable. She simply couldn’t get enough
of him. Even when they weren’t making love she needed to be near
him. In his arms. Touching him. Smelling him. Just being in the
same room made her giddy. She hated to admit she’d become addicted
to his presence because it was the one thing she didn’t want to do.
However, he seemed to be in the same predicament as she was, for
once they were alone either at his house or hers—usually his for he
was just too overbearing for her little loft—he’d grab her and not
let go until it was time to get up the next morning. Even then
they’d hug and kiss while getting dressed.

He raised his head and smiled down at
her. “I’ll be back. Take off your clothes.” He slid from her and
bounded off of the bed.

Sitting up, Traci leaned against the
oversized Euro sham. “With pleasure,” she said, unbuttoning the
pajama shirt that matched his pants and throwing it across the
room.

Sean returned a few moments later with
two sets of handcuffs dangling in the air.

“
I thought you didn’t own
such toys?”

“
I didn’t until I realized
how intrigued you were. Picked them up today along with some other
things, but I’ll share those with you another time.”

Her eyes and smile widened. She was
nervous and excited at the same time. “Please tell me you have the
keys.”

“
Mmm … maybe,” he said with
a wicked wink as he strolled to the bed. “Lie down on your
back.”

She obeyed as she stared up at the
ceiling and her chest began to rise up and down. He moved the sham
out of the way and proceeded to drag her down a tad away from the
headboard. After he’d placed a pillow under her head, she heard the
clink of the handcuffs. Her nipples tingled with sheer delight as
to what was to come.

“
Ready?”

She inhaled followed by a long exhale.
“Yes.”

Sean took her right hand and cuffed
it. He raised her arm and cuffed the other side to one of the
spindles on the headboard. He did the same for her left side.
Afterwards, he loomed over her wearing a saucy grin. He lowered his
head to hers as she trembled with anticipation.

“
You trust me?”

She nodded yes because there was a
lump stuck in her throat that was prohibiting her from
answering.

Kissing her gently, he wound his
tongue in her mouth before tracing it down her body to her breasts.
He placed one in his mouth as he sucked and pulled on it. She tried
to move her hands to hold onto his head, but she remembered she was
presently restrained. His mouth caressed her breasts back and forth
while he placed a finger in her mouth to suck and lick her tongue
around. With his free hand, he glided it down her body as a fervor
of tremors tore through her. She loved the way he was making her
feel—taking total possession over her body—but she hated being
handcuffed, for she yearned to roam her hands over him or squeeze
the pillow or mattress when the heat coursing through her became
too much to handle. The only other releases she had were to moan
and pant, which she did over and over.

When his hand reached her center, he
rubbed it gently in a circular motion, sometimes clockwise or
counter-clockwise. Both ways had her squirming and lifting off of
the bed. He spread her legs and removed his mouth from her breasts.
Resting his eyes on her face, he stared at her with a deep-longing
and need. His eyes had turned black as coal and his hand began to
speed up, causing an orgasm to slam through her. She raised her
knees up and stomped her feet on the bed while he continued to gaze
down at her wearing the same, cocky façade.

“
You’re so … wrong … for
this, Sean,” she panted out, wanting so desperately to hold onto
his face. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to
me?”

He kissed her powerfully on the lips
as his hand motion slowed down to a tolerable pace.

“
I know exactly what I’m
doing. I’m driving you insane.”

“
And you’re enjoying every
single moment of it.”

Sliding a finger into her, his eyes
darkened once more and her back arched up off of the bed. An
intense moan leapt from for mouth.

“
I think you’re enjoying
this more than me, dimples. You should see all of the lovely
expressions you’re conjuring up, not to mention the mind-boggling
sounds erupting from your juicy lips.” He slipped another finger
inside of her. “Both sets of lips,” he whispered
wickedly.

She laughed. “You’re a dirty
boy.”

“
Thank you.”

He slid off of her and out of the bed.
Tugging off his pajama pants, he let them drop to the floor and she
licked her lips at the sight. She shook the handcuffs and pouted
when she couldn’t get loose. When he opened the nightstand drawer
and pulled out a condom pack, erotic waves of fire soared through
her veins and she shuddered with pleasure about what was to come.
She longed for her hands to be free so she could run them down his
chest and grasp a hold of his shoulders when things got too intense
like it always did. He was an exquisite lover with the best stroke
action to have ever been bestowed upon her, and she didn’t know how
much longer she could contain her composure while he slowly rolled
the condom on his hard rod. His arrogant grin let her know he was
doing it deliberately just to make her squirm.

Climbing back into the bed, Sean
parted her legs with his body and slid his hands up her arms until
he reached her hands.

“
Do you want the handcuffs
on or off?” he asked.

“
On.”

“
Well aren’t you my bad
girl.”

Raising her lips up to his, she kissed
him provocatively as her tongue met his in a fervent French kiss.
He slid his hands down her body and around to her buttocks,
clutching them until he eased himself into her.

“
Oh … Sean …” she screamed
out, desperately trying to reach for him.

Sliding in and out at a steady pace,
Sean ravished her neck with kisses while incoherent ramblings came
of her mouth. She didn’t know how much more she could handle. Her
muscles clenched and her hips bucked against him, meeting each
thrust as they became deeper and stronger.

“
Yessssss … Sean … fuck me
harder, please … baby!” she shouted out. She couldn’t believe she’d
said the F word, but that’s exactly what she wanted him to
do.

“
That’s what you want?” His
voice was just as rough as his thrusts. “You want me to
fuck
you harder?” he
asked through gritted teeth as he obliged to her
request.

“
Puleeze … just take it. Do
whatever you want. Just don’t stop fucking me,” she panted out,
struggling to get loose of the handcuffs. She needed to run her
hands over his chocolate skin. It was pure torture, and yet she was
enjoying every amorous moment.

He gripped her bottom as he hammered
into her over and over, causing her legs to quiver. She wrapped
them around his waist, hoping that would calm her down, but it was
no use as her orgasm increased with every millisecond, and she
found herself spinning in a tornado of ecstasy she couldn’t find
her way out of.

He reached up and unlocked the
handcuffs. Wrapping her arms around his neck, he picked her up and
laid her on her side facing him as his pace never missed a beat.
Relieved to be uncuffed, she dug her hands into his shoulders and
crashed her lips on his.

She could sense his climax was near as
the throbbing inside of her increased, and she released and
unreleased her muscles around him to purposely drive him wild.
Untamed motions began for him as he jerked and groaned loudly in
the air. He flipped her on her back and pushed deeper into her as
she felt him pulsating inside of her. His feral orgasm shook the
bed and the words he spewed out she didn’t quite
understand.

Sean collapsed on top of her, causing
what little breath she had to be knocked out. When she tapped him
on his shoulder, he raised his head up and looked down at her, his
sweat dripping on to her face. Traci didn’t care for she was
soaking wet as well.

“
Do you know how big you
are?” she teased, trying to budge her body out from under his but
couldn’t.

“
Um … I think about ten and
a—”

She pinched his arm playfully. “Not
that. I meant body size compared to me.”

His eyes widened. “Babe, am I smushing
you?” He flipped them over so that she was lying on top of him. He
placed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Better?”

“
Much. Did we just … I mean
… did we just do all of that? Handcuffs and all?” She tried to sit
up but was completely sated. “Did I actually say the F
word?”

“
Oh yeah. Twice. Let me
know when you’re ready for the next round.”

“
Ready,” she said fully
reenergized.

“
Goodness you’re my kind of
girl.” He slapped her bottom and flipped her over.

“
That’s right. The kind of
girl you like is right here with me.”

Chapter
Thirteen

“
Babe, those ribs smell
divine,” Traci said, wrapping her arms around Sean’s waist from
behind while he turned the ribs over on the grill.

“
Thanks. I know Justin
brought beef ribs, but I still like pork every blue
moon.”

They were outside in the outdoor
kitchen off of the veranda. Sean had finally decided to have a
small cookout with his family and friends to officially introduce
Traci and show-off his beautiful backyard.

“
What’s up, man? Are those
done?”

Sean turned to see his brother-in-law,
Rasheed Vincent—Bria’s husband—holding out a paper plate piled with
food.

“
Yep, I was just about to
put them in the serving pan.”

“
Stack two of them on top
of the chicken your mother made.”

Bria walked over with an empty plate.
“Sean, place them here. You’d think Rasheed was the one eating for
two.” Bria, who was now four months pregnant, rose up and kissed
her husband’s cheek.