Hot Like Fire (16 page)

"Feel good?" he asked thickly.

"So good," she answered.

His long and hard penis hung heavily from his
body, and she shivered as it lightly brushed against
her thigh when he bent his upper body down over
hers. Blindly, she reached for it, stroking his heat as
he lightly circled her nipple with his tongue.

Never had Garcelle felt so aroused. So free. So
uninhibited. So sexy. "Yes, suck them. Aahh, that
feels so good," she cried out, arching her back as
Kade deepened the sucking motion.

He grunted in agreement as he pressed her
breasts together and suckled both of her nipples
between delicious bites and licks.

Garcelle stroked his hardness until she felt the
moisture drizzle from the smooth, thick tip. She felt
him shiver, and his dick hardened in her grasp.
"Yes, Kade," she whispered into the heated air.
"Yes."

One of his large, masculine hands slid down to
pet her kitty, and he pressed his fingers against her
throbbing clit in a circular motion that was a mixture of torture and pleasure.

He hissed in pleasure as one of his fingers and
then another slid deep into her. "Damn, it's wet,"
he moaned against the deep valley of her breasts.

She moved her hips against his fingers, the sounds
of her wetness lightly smacking in the air. "I've never
felt like this before," she admitted as she felt tiny
spasms fill her core and vibrate her walls. A feeling
of great excitement filled her. "I could feel like this
forever."

Kade slid his fingers from her and leisurely licked the juices from them. "It tastes as good as it smells,"
he told her, looking down at her as Garcelle raised
her hands above her head and began to move her
body as if there were music playing.

Kade stopped sucking on his fingers to watch her.
Her pendulous breasts shifted to the left as her curvaceous hips moved to the right. Back and forth.
Back and forth.

He felt hypnotized. He swallowed a lump in his
throat.

"Hungry?" she asked as she lifted her legs above
head.

Kade licked his lips. Her mound was plump and
directly level with his eyes. He reached out for her
hips and jerked her forward on the floor. He bent
down to trace the top of his tongue against her lips,
opening them slightly as he tasted her clit. He felt
a shiver race through his body, and his head was
clouded with desire for her.

Kade turned and lay down on his back on the
floor. Following his lead, she straddled his head
backwards, on her knees. He inhaled her womanly
scent before he nuzzled his lips against hers. His
hips arched off the floor as he felt her hands surround his hardness.

He used his hands to open her lips wide, until her
small pink bud was exposed to him. The first flicker
of his tongue against it made her body jump. The
second flicker made her quiver. The third made her
swivel her hips against his tongue.

"Yes, suck me, Kade," she hummed. "Suck me
harder."

He took the bud between his lips and pulled. It
swelled, and he felt her juices drizzle down his chin. He suckled it with quick and deep motions meant
to send her over the edge.

Garcelle collapsed on him, her breasts pressed
against the top of his thighs, her fleshy and smooth
buttocks cupping his nose as he devoured her femininity like he was starved. He reached up with one
hand and lightly slapped one buttock as he pushed
his tongue up into her core. Her tight, ridged walls
gripped it.

He had lost the fight to resist her. He wanted
nothing more than to bury himself between her
heated and moist thighs.

He watched as Garcelle rose shakily to her feet
and then walked into a bedroom. He jumped to his
feet and followed her, but she was leaving the room
before he could enter. She held up a six-pack of
condoms before she grabbed his hands and led
him into her own bedroom.

The red hue of her room fueled his desire as she
climbed onto her bed. He climbed on behind her,
and Garcelle snuggled close to him and caressed
his hardness with her leg as she leaned over to
lightly trace his nipple with her tongue. The soft,
curly hairs of his chest tickled her tongue as the
bud tightened between her lips.

Kade pushed her back against the bed and
climbed between her open legs. He used one of the
condoms to sheath his hardness. The tip of his
shaft rested lightly between her lips as he leaned his
head down to kiss her deeply. She raised her legs
and wrapped them tightly around his waist, and
with one thrust of his narrow hips, Kade buried his
dick deep within her. He felt nothing but the
warmth, the moisture, the heat, and the tightness
of her center.

They both cried out. Garcelle writhed beneath
him, ready for him to give her more. Kade's body
was tense above hers, unable to take much more.

Slowly, once his climax subsided, he began to
stroke his hardness deep inside of her until his soft
hairs brushed lightly against her plump mound. He
reached for her bent legs and pressed each one
down on either side of her head. He winced as her
walls tightened down upon him more.

Garcelle cried out and tossed her head back and
forth on the pillows as she swiveled her hips and
pulled down on his length.

Never had he felt so out control. "Damn," he
cried out.

Kade looked down at her. Her hair was splayed
across the bed. Her eyes were clouded. Her lips
were slightly puffy from being well kissed. Her
bronzed cheeks were slightly flushed.

Time became endless as they made love. The
storm raging outside coud not compete with the
passion they'd created in that small bedroom.

Kade wrapped his arms around her waist as he
stroked deeply within her moist heat. Their eyes
locked as they breathed in each other's essence
until they both began to shiver with their rising climaxes. They brought their mouths together and
kissed, clutching each other tightly and letting the
tumultuous waves glide over their bodies as they
gave in to losing control.

Kade lay on his side and looked down at Garcelle as
she slept. The wall was cold against his back and buttocks, his legs and feet hung off the end of the bed,
and there was hardly enough room for the two of
them, but he was lying beside Garcelle, so there wasn't
a better bed anywhere as far as he was concerned.

She turned on her side and snuggled against
him. "Kade," she whispered in her sleep.

He bent down and kissed her bare shoulder. "I'm
right here," he whispered in her ear as he placed
his arm over her waist and held her close.

When Reema died, he never imagined finding a
woman who would touch him as deeply ever again.
He had fought his attraction and awareness of Garcelle since that first moment he saw her at Kahron's.
Even then something about her shook him. He had
tried to deny it, but his mind couldn't fight what his
body-and his heart-wanted. Last night had been
like nothing he had ever experienced. He didn't
want to lose that. He didn't want to lose her. He'd
had enough loss in his life.

He climbed from the bed, trying his best not to awaken her. Naked, he walked to the living room,
picked up his jeans, and slipped them on. Barefoot
and shirtless, Kade checked the interior of the
house to make sure there was no damage before he
went outside into nothing but brilliant sunshine.
The storm had come and passed. He sat down on
the damp top step of the porch before he checked
for any outside damage.

He was torn. He wanted to remain true to that
deep and profound love he had for Reema, but he
couldn't imagine his life without Garcelle. Reema
was gone. She wasn't coming back. Being with Garcelle was not like having an affair. He hadn't cheated
on his wife.

So why did he feel like he had?

Kade had stopped smoking back in his late twenties, but at that moment, he would have slapped a
pit bull to get his hands on a cigarette.

A black car rolled into the yard. Kade squinted as
the power window opened and he looked into the
face of Mr. Rico Suave. Kade flexed his shoulders
because there was no mistaking the anger on the
other man's face.

"Is Garcelle here?"Joaquin asked as he climbed
out of the car.

"She's sleeping," Kade told him as he tilted his
head to the side to eye him.

"Who are you?"

"Garcelle's guest. Who are you?" Kade countered.

"Garcelle's boyfriend, "Joaquin volleyed back, with
emphasis.

Kade smiled as he squinted his eyes against the
sun. "I'm pretty confident that's not true."

The man's olive complexion turned beet red in
anger. "You son of a bitch!"

Kade rose to his feet asJoaquin came charging at
him. He ducked a blow and followed through with
a powerful uppercut, which sent Joaquin flying
backwards into a puddle in the middle of the yard.
When Joaquin jumped quickly to his feet and came
charging at him, Kade leaped down from the porch
and put his dukes up, ready to meet him head-on.

Garcelle rolled over in bed, with a deep moan
of satisfaction. Stretching her limbs in the sweatsoaked and tangled sheets, she smiled at what she'd
shared with Kade last night. His words. His lovemaking. His very presence.

She sat up. "Kade," she called out as she kicked the
sheets from her legs and rose, naked, from the bed.

Was he gone? Did he regret his words? Did he
regret the lovemaking? Did he regret ever coming
there?

Garcelle grabbed a football jersey nightshirt and
pulled it over her head as she hurried from the bedroom. She frowned at the sound of raised voices.
Her eyes widened when she looked out the front
door and saw Kade and Joaquin fighting on the
muddy ground.

She cursed them both in Spanish as she burst out
the door and leapt from the stairs, landing in a
puddle and sending mud flecks and brown water
splashing up onto her legs and under her short
nightshirt. She raced to jump in between them.
They jumped to their feet on either side of her,
with their chests heaving. They were covered from
head to foot in mud.

"Are you two kidding me?" she asked, looking back
and forth between them. "I mean seriously. Seriously!"

People were out on their porches and in their
yards, watching the spectacle. Garcelle could just spit
in frustration at the two of them.

"Kade, go inside," she told him in a hard voice as
she pointed to the door.

`Joaquin, go home," she told him as she pointed
to his car.

Kade stayed still.

Joaquin's black eyes turned cold as they took in the
nudeness of her body in the nightshirt, which barely
covered her buttocks. "You screwing this fool while
you and me are working on getting back together?"

Kade barreled toward him, and Garcelle turned
and placed her hands on his chest. She could have
died from embarrassment. "Go home, Joaquin. I
will call you later," she called over her shoulder.

Joaquin laughed bitterly as his face twisted in anger.
'What's this? Payback 'cause I dumped your ass?"

"You are a real asshole," Kade shouted as he
picked Garcelle up and moved her out of his path.
Kade took two long strides, then picked Joaquin up
by his shirt and held him high in the air. "She said,
`Go home."'

"How's it feel getting my leftovers?" Joaquin
asked snidely as he laughed in Kade's face.

`Joaquin!" Garcelle called out sharply.

Kade turned and tossed Joaquin onto the hood
of his car, with a loud thud.

The mud on his clothes sent Joaquin sliding off
the hood and back into the mud. He scrambled to
his feet and climbed into his car. "No need for your
trickin' ass to call me. Fuck you, Garcelle," he called
through his window before he reversed out of the
yard, sending mud flying at Kade and Garcelle, and
sped away.

Kade and Garcelle faced each other, covered
from heat to foot with mud. "Would this be a spa
treatment?" Garcelle asked as she used her fingers
to wipe some of the mud from her face.

Kade smiled, and his white teeth showed through
the mud on his own face. "I doubt it."

They started laughing together.

Garcelle moved over to him, walking with her legs
spread open to keep the mud from making them
stick together. She reached up to spike his hair with
the mud before she placed her hands up on his
shoulders. "He wasn't my boyfriend. Well, not anymore," she told him as he brought his muddy arms
around her waist.

"I know that," he said.

She tilted her head back to look up at him. She
smiled as he bent his head to kiss her. "Eskimo
kiss," she said.

"At least the lights are on now, and we can wash,"
Kade said as he nuzzled the tip of his nose against
hers.

In rural states like South Carolina, water was supplied by a well, and without power, the well's pump
didn't work. Therefore, if there were no lights,
there was no water.

"Let's go back to your house," Garcelle offered.
"We can just lay around all day naked."

Kade paused. "I . . . uh, have a better idea.
Kadina's gone for the weekend, and I can afford to
take a mini-vacation, so let's drive into Charleston
and make a weekend of it. Take in a show, get some
dinner, go back to the room. .

"That sounds real nice, Kade," she told him,
with honesty. "So nice that I might just kiss you
with the mud."

"I might just let you."

"Let's go in. The neighbors have enough to talk
about without me flashing them."

"After the shower, can we get a replay of last
night?" he asked as he swung her up into his arms
to carry her into the house.

Garcelle's smoky eyes shined through the mud as
she smiled at him saucily. "After? Why not during?"

Kade walked into the house and closed the door
with his foot.

Bianca tried Mimi's home number and cell phone
number for the thousandth time since Mimi returned to Atlanta two weeks ago. Like always, it rang
several times and then went to voice mail. She bit her
bottom lip as she put her chin in her hand and
looked out of the home office she shared with
Kahron.