Only One for Me (5 page)

He was supposed to be studying for an
upcoming test on Monday about anatomy, but he was more concerned
about her anatomy. His eyes kept straying to her face, and inhaling
her perfume that smelled like a mixture of apples and pears. When
she’d returned downstairs from her shower earlier, he’d been
mesmerized by her mint-green nightgown, which was why he could no
longer concentrate. It wasn’t sexy lingerie, but it was hot on her
with spaghetti straps that kept falling off of her soft shoulders
and little pink ribbons around the hem that stopped mid thigh.
Before she sat back down, she’d dropped her red pen and bent over
to pick it up, exposing pink boy shorts that fit her cute butt like
a glove and toned thighs he needed to get in between.

“
Shouldn’t you be
studying?” Yasmine asked with her reading glasses pulled down on
her nose.

“
I am. I could study you
all day and all night and never get tired.”

“
I can believe that since
you never sleep.” She closed her folder of graded papers and took
off her glasses.

“
I know. I guess when I
start my residency in a few years, I’ll be able to stay up all
night. Maybe even pull a double.”

She smiled and said softly, “I’m glad
you’re here.” She rose from the table. “I’m still trying to get
used to this townhouse. Do you want some more coffee?”

He wanted something all right, and it
damn sure wasn’t coffee. He wanted her on the kitchen table, on the
island, against the wall, on the chair. Wherever she would let him
have her so he could hear her soft moans when he was slow and
gentle and her passionate screams when he was fast and
rough.

No, I can’t. Not yet. Too
soon. Right?
Everything with her felt
right and grounded, but he didn’t want to rush things.

Before he could consult his conscience
any further, she placed her gaze on him and gave him a smile so
amazing that any other questions he may have had for himself were
thrown out the window. He needed her with a hunger so fierce it
shook him.

Driven on a steadfast urge, he went to
her and crushed her to him so fast, she let out a startled moan
that he quickly muffled with his lips.

He kissed her hard, taunting her lips
with his; her mouth succulent and soft. He was in control of their
kiss, overpowering her warm, willing mouth as she sighed against
his lips and reached for his head to pull him further into her. The
moment their lips touched, all the reasons why he shouldn’t proceed
escaped him. Instead, all of the explanations why he should make
love to her overtook him and blazed within him so deep, it created
a surge that rippled through his being and into her.

She responded to his kiss as if she’d
been waiting for this moment to happen as well. He loved how
perfect she felt in his embrace, her soft hands caressing his face
and neck. He deepened the kiss even more, and she shuddered,
letting out a muffled moan while her mouth vibrated against his.
Heat flared in his gut, and he let out a profound groan while an
intense flood of aching desire completely consumed him. He was
finding it impossible to stop.

Cannon had never known a woman like
this. He’d never been so infatuated with a woman’s scent, her lips,
her warmth, or the way she moaned his name while he feasted on her.
He hadn’t meant to kiss her so wild, but she was consuming his mind
and heart with a need and passion so strong he had to show her what
she was doing to him. Her sensual moans escalated his arousal,
which was pressed against her stomach, desperate to get inside of
her.

“
I want you, Yasmine,” he
whispered in between roaming his tongue around hers.

“
Perfect, because I want
you, too.”

Chapter Five

Yasmine was lost, falling into an
unconsciousness of emotions and passion that charged through her
body so hard she could barely stand as he held her against the door
of her bedroom. She’d wanted him, too; longer than he’d realized.
She had so much pent up desire for him, she didn’t know how she
would control herself. He wasn’t her first, but this was the first
time she’d ever felt this needed by a man, and she was going to
show him just how much he was needed as well.

His tongue continued a wicked
performance with hers, urging her lips further apart while he
caressed his hands along her body. Cannon knew exactly what he was
doing, as if he owned her body, taking her higher with raw
pleasure. She wished he could kiss her forever, but she wanted more
than just mind blowing kisses.

“
You taste so sweet,” he
whispered into her mouth. He bent and kissed the top of her
shoulder as he eased the strap of her nightgown off, followed by
the other strap. The flimsy material fell to the floor, followed by
her panties.

“
Not fair. You still have
on clothes.”

“
Well then,” he began, as
he moved her hand down to the top of his jeans and locked his eyes
on hers, “take them off.”

She obliged, unfastening the button
and then unzipping the jeans over a very hard erection. He pulled
his t-shirt over his head to expose his smooth, rippled chest and
abs. She ran a hand along his chest as he stepped out of his jeans,
followed by his boxer shorts. And then that’s when she saw what had
been rubbing against her through his jeans. She knew it would be
big, but damn, she wasn’t prepared for all of that. She gulped. His
first name was definitely appropriate.

“
Better?” he
asked.

“
Mmmm … much.”

“
And you’ll be fine,” he
said with a cocky grin as he glanced down at his erection and then
back to her face.

In one swoop, he picked her up and
carried her to the bed while he continued to lavish kisses on her.
His mouth devoured hers, which sent shivers of anticipation through
her for what was to come next. Lying beside her, he trailed his
tongue along her neck while his hand wandered down her body and
stopped at her waiting center. His gaze fell on her face when he
entered her with one finger, causing her to whimper an unfamiliar
sound and suck in her breath. He kissed her lightly on the lips as
he stroked in and out of her slowly.

His eyes darkened as he continued
pleasuring her with his fingers, while his other hand gripped her
hip. He didn’t say anything or move, just stared at her with an
expression so intense she was almost scared. She placed a hand on
the chiseled perfection of his handsome face, and he bent down to
kiss her as she felt her first orgasm burn through her body. An
inferno was blazing on her skin, and he caused it.

“
Please, Cannon. I’m so
ready for you.”

“
I know you are, Angel
face.”

She smiled when he called her by her
nickname and reached up to kiss him, pulling him fully on top of
her.

“
Wait, Yasmine,” he said,
lifting off of her. She watched as he retreated to the drawer of
her dresser that he used when he spent the night. Cannon lit the
two candles sitting on her dresser, pulled out a small box, and
brought it back to the bed. He set it on the nightstand and turned
off the lamp, letting the candles set a romantic mood.

He began trailing kisses from her neck
down to her breasts. He sucked one taut nipple between his lips,
swirling his tongue around it before taking it deep into his mouth
once more. Yasmine held onto his head as pleasure-filled moans
escaped her while he assaulted her breasts back and forth. His hand
roamed down her body, and she parted her thighs as his hand palmed
her center that was growing impatient with having to wait for the
real thing. The passion building inside of her was ready to explode
all over him, and she jerked his hand down to her slick opening as
he entered a finger into her. His lips left her breasts and
continued a trail down to her belly button and then to the soft
nestle of curls. His tongue replaced his finger, and she gripped
his shoulders hard when he buried his face into her, licking and
kissing her other lips senseless. She tried to hold back an orgasm
because his tongue felt so damn good, but she couldn’t control the
sensations racing through her veins, and she shuddered hard as his
tongue darted faster in and out of her.

“
Cannon, I don’t think I
have any more left in me.”

He rolled off of the bed and opened
the box on the nightstand. “Yes, you do. That was only a
teaser.”

After he placed on a condom, he
rejoined her on the bed and pulled her underneath him. His hands
tightened on her hips, sinking her into the bed, and raising her
legs around him. She gasped as inch by inch of hardened heat
entered into her. She met his gaze, dark with desire and tried to
move, but he held her still.

Sliding her hands down his chest, and
over muscles tight with tension, she finally circled around to his
back. He began to move slowly, as he still worked a few more inches
inside of her, and she wiggled to adjust to him. His hands
tightened on her butt, pulling her closer to him; she moved her
body up to his, wanting him deeper and deeper, where she could feel
him all the way. She clutched his head, tangling her fingers into
his soft curls. Her eyes fluttered shut as more fervent passion
swept through her with each deepened thrust. Her words were
incoherent as her pleadings escaped her, crying out as her body
trembled under his. The pleasure he caused invaded her mind and
spirit, and although she tried to fight it, it was no use. So she
gave up and let the tidal wave of ecstasy slam through her body and
senses.

*****

Cannon held her tightly against him as
she had another orgasm. He was trying his best not to do the same,
but she was making him dizzy with her moans of pleasure and
feminine scent radiating in the air. He wanted to savor his first
time with her with what little control he did have left, and it
wasn’t much. Something had possessed his body, heart and mind, and
he found himself sinking further into her soul with an intensity
that he couldn’t explain.

There was something about her that set
him off balance as her femininity enveloped him, her inner muscles
tightening with each thrust. Her hands clenched his shoulders and
her legs gripped his waist as she let go of another powerful
scream. He couldn’t take it anymore. He felt himself exploding, his
pace faster and uncontrollable, as he unleashed into her, pounding
her into the mattress. He let out a roar and a few curse words
before he fell exhausted, but satisfied, on top of her.

A while after Yasmine had fallen
asleep, he lay there holding her to his chest with their legs
intertwined. They’d made love two more times, each time more
intense than the one before. Poor thing, she nearly crawled to the
bathroom, laughing the entire way, after the second time. After the
third, she barely kissed him before crashing onto his chest where
she was now resting peacefully. And for the first time in a long
while, he was resting peacefully as well.

His mother had always called him a
busy bee. He was one to never be idle for long, always finding
something to get into; whether it was school work, community
service projects, or helping out a friend in need. Sure, he was
focused and goal-oriented. An intellect, according to his family
and friends, even though he never saw it that way. He just liked to
learn about new things and tended to express himself differently
from others. Activities outside of academics never caused a problem
with his study habits. Even though lately, he found himself not
wanting to study. Instead, he found himself wanting to be with the
woman who had made him realize it was okay to appreciate life. He’d
had girlfriends, and friends-with-benefits, in high school and in
his undergrad years at Morehouse, but nothing serious because his
focus was getting into medical school. But with Yasmine, he knew
this time it was different.

She stirred and lifted her
head.

“
Are you going to blow out
the candles?” she asked sleepily.

He kissed the top of her forehead. “In
a minute. I just want to stare at you. I told you I could look at
you all day and night.”

She giggled and kissed his chest. “I
know, but it’s three in the morning. I prefer you get some
rest.”

“
I am. Just holding you is
relaxing. Thank you, Yasmine.”

“
For what?”

“
For making me realize I
need to slow down.”

“
Well … I wish my father
had. I think that’s why I’m so adamant about you taking some time
for yourself. I’m not saying cut something out of your schedule or
your life, but its okay to stop and smell the roses every once in
awhile.”

He sniffed her neck and exhaled. “I
smell one right now.” Laughing, he patted her butt.

Yasmine rubbed the scar on the left
side of his chest, circling it with her fingernail.

“
How did you get this
scar?”

“
I had stitches there
years ago.”

“
What
happened?”

“
I was about twelve,
riding my bike and trying to race Raven down the street. I lost my
balance, fell over and crashed hard into the sidewalk and falling
on the handle bar. Raven rushed home to get my father. Luckily,
he’s a doctor so he knew what to do. My mom’s a doctor, too, but
she was too busy crying. Dad said if the gash had been a few inches
deeper, it would’ve pierced my heart, and I could’ve bled to
death.”