November Foxtrot (Rhythm of the Heart Book 2) (10 page)

He browsed the jewelry counter and an associate came up to him with a smile. “Hello sir, can I help you find something?”

“Yeah... I'm looking for something just like that.” He pointed to a piece of jewelry in the case. “Can I see that?”

“Sure thing, sir.” She handed him the shiny piece and he turned it one way, then the other. “Is it what you're looking for?”

Calvin smirked. “I think it will do perfectly. Do you mind wrapping it for me? I'll be back for it. Would you tell me where your maternity section is?”

I know she didn't buy shit for herself, so I'm going to.
He browsed the racks, keeping an eye on his phone for the time. Once he was satisfied with what he found, he walked over to shoes and found a couple of pairs. All he'd seen on her feet were her old Converse.
She'll need something else for what I have planned.

Once he checked out, he headed for the food court and saw his beautiful wife sitting at a table, exactly three bags at her feet. She glanced up and her soft black eyes went wide and warm as she smiled.
Damn, I'm a lucky man.

“Hey, beautiful. Did you find some stuff?”

She nodded. “I found a few things.”

“Well,” he started. “I found some more.” He bent to kiss her.

“You spoil me.”

“You deserve it sometimes. You hungry or can you wait a bit?”

“Oh, I had a milkshake while I waited.”

“I knew you tasted sweet! Get back over here, woman!” he chuckled, holding her face in his hands and kissing her again, slowly and sweetly. As they pulled apart, Calvin noticed an older woman giving them dirty looks a few tables down. Her mouth was twisted up tight and daggers came from her pale blue eyes. “We have an audience,” he whispered into her ear.

“Oh?” Her head swiveled and she glanced at the old biddy. “Should we give her a show?” Her hand caught in his T-shirt and pulled him in closer.

“A standing ovation,” was his breathy reply as their lips touched again. The earth shifted on its axis as they kissed, their tongues mating in a wanton dance with breath mingling. She pulled back first and grinned.

“Our audience got tired of the show.” The older woman had picked up her tray and hurried past them.

“That's the one thing I hate; you run into people who can't just take love at face value. They have to color it. Add in shades that just don't matter. Love is pure. Love is simple. Love just is. It needs no other enhancement.” He rested his forehead against hers. “Maybe one day, the world will see it like I do.”

“That's got to be the prettiest way I've ever heard love described. Damn it, Calvin, who knew you were a poet?” She kissed him again and smiled.

“Ah, there's a deep man in here somewhere.”

“I love him.”

“What do you want to do, Zoe?”

“Well...how about we go find somewhere to put all this stuff? And then...who knows.”

He picked up the bags and stood. “I'll follow your lead.”

* * *

As he slid the key into the lock of the door, her pulse pounded. They walked into the room and it felt just like the first time. He gently pressed her against the door and kissed her. His fingertips skimmed around the edge of her sweatshirt and tickled against her skin, only heightening the pleasure of his lips against hers.

She broke the kiss and turned her face away. “Calvin...”

“Too fast?” he whispered against the skin of her neck, his breath leaving a trail of goose bumps.

“Not fast enough,” she choked out. “I need you.” Her hands trailed down to the bulge in his jeans.

“Not too fast though, sweetheart.” He shifted his hips away from her inquisitive fingers and kissed her again. When he pulled back, she groaned in frustration. “We have all night.”

“So? Can't you go more than once, Calvin? Or have you gotten soft in your old age?” Her dark eyes twinkled as she teased him.

“I'm going to show you there's not a damn thing soft about me, Zoe. But not until you can't breathe from the pleasure. Until you're absolutely begging me to make love to you.”

“Is that so?” She snagged the bottom of her hoodie and slowly peeled it over her head. Her braid loosened in the process and dark hair tumbled around her shoulders.

Calvin drank her in, his eyes seeing soft, pale skin and full, feminine curves. “You're beautiful.”

“I'm fat and pregnant.”

He reached for her, his roughened hand softly sliding over her hip. “You're beautiful. You're carrying my baby.” She squeaked as he dropped to his knees and pressed a soft kiss to her belly. “You've never been more beautiful.”

“Calvin...” His mouth trailed to her sides and he nipped and licked the taut skin there.

“Yes?”

“Love me.”

“Oh, I do.” He stood and tangled his hands in her hair. “Too much, and not quite enough.”

Their mouths met again and he slid one hand from her head down to gently cup her breast through the lace of her bra. She moaned against his mouth and he slowly circled the pebbled nipple with his fingertip before breaking the kiss and replacing his finger with his mouth.

The rasp of his tongue through the lace made her knees buckle and he deftly caught her, supporting her weight with his arm as he laved her nipple slowly and surely. Once the lace was completely damp from his attentions, he switched to the other breast, pulling moans and whimpers from her throat.

He kissed up her pink tinged chest, nibbled and suckled up the long column of her neck, and brushed his lips against her jaw. Her lips trembled as his found them again and they parted to welcome the wet slip of his tongue. He retreated just as quickly and trailed his mouth across her cheek to whisper in her ear. “So beautiful.”

His tongue whirled down her neck again, lips softly traced her collarbone, and his fingers found the straps of her bra, easing them off her shoulders. “This needs to go.” With one hand, he undid the hooks and the scrap of fabric fluttered to the floor. He replaced the lace of the bra with his hands, stroking his fingertips over every inch of her full breasts.

“Come to bed with me.”

She took his hand and laid back on the king sized bed, shifting to her side. He crawled up beside her, still fully clothed. “You're wearing too many clothes.”

“This is about you. Not about me.” He kissed her softly again, easing her on top of him.

“I want to feel your skin, not your shirt,” she whispered.

“Okay, then these pants that make your ass look amazing have to go too.”

She shifted off the bed and peeled the rest of her clothes off and turned to watch as Calvin undressed. His shirt was the first thing to go and her mouth went dry as she watched the play of muscles in his arms and back. She crawled over to him, and knelt on her knees on the bed. Placing her palms flat against his skin, she kissed his shoulder blade.

“You're sexy.”

“So are you.” He shifted his pants off and turned around to face her. His dick stood thick and proud, jutting toward her like a beacon. Her fingertips slid down his flat stomach to encircle him and he hissed. “Zoe.”

“Don't wear my name out,” she breathed as she shifted to take him into her mouth.

His head fell back and he slipped his fingers into her hair. “Sweetheart.” She used her tongue to swirl around the tip, and her hand to pump the base of his shaft. After a few more whorls and licks, Calvin gently tugged her hair. “You need to stop.”

Zoe released him with a soft pop and smiled. “Oh?”

“Yeah. You get to go first. Lie back on the pillows and get comfortable.”

She eased back, lying mostly on her side and Calvin reclined beside her. He kissed her slowly, nipping her bottom lip and then licking it to soothe the bite. He nibbled down her neck and came back to her breasts, taking them in his hands and loving each breast with fervor. His hand worked one nipple to a peak then he would switch sides, using his mouth on the pebbled peak and his fingers on the other. As his mouth worked down her belly she moaned at the slow, feathery touches. Heat pooled between her thighs, where she longed to be touched most, and Calvin obliged the want with a swirl of a fingertip on her clit.

“Calvin!”

“Yes?” he raised his head and smiled up at her.

“Please.”

“Are you comfortable?” He slipped another finger between her folds and teased her clit again.

“God, yes. Please,” she panted, eyes fluttering closed as he whirled a figure eight slowly around the sensitive nub, the edges of his fingers just barely brushing it.

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

“You're not!” she gasped. “Touch me.”

“But I am...” He kissed her belly again, this time a little lower. “Like this?” He eased a fingertip into her hot sheath.

“More.” Her hips arched up and he withdrew.

“Not yet.” Another sweet kiss to her belly, easing even lower. His fingers continued their devastatingly slow figure eight motion, swirling closer with each touch of his lips.

She panted harder, squeezing her eyes shut against the roar of pleasure building in her belly. Little white dots played at the edge of her vision and when he parted her folds and suckled her clit, she fell apart, her back arching up off the bed.

She grabbed his head and held him to her, whispering, “Please, please...”

He didn't disappoint, alternately sucking and licking the pulsating nub. One long finger eased deep inside her, crooking up to stroke her g-spot in a come hither dance that drove her insane. Her head lolled back and forth on the pillow and gibberish came from her mouth as she reached her peak. Another finger dipped inside her and flitted against the most sensitive spot as he flickered his tongue against her clit.

The little white lights behind her eyelids grew brighter as she came. Calvin held on through her orgasm, alternating soft flutters to her g-spot and gentle kisses to her core. He withdrew and shifted on the bed to spoon behind her. His hand caught her thigh and eased her leg up over his own. As he slipped deep inside her liquid heat, she hissed and arched back into him.

“Yesss...”

He nibbled her ear lobe and palmed her breasts, teasing the nipples between his fingers. “I love you.”

“Oh God, Calvin.” His movements were slow and sure, sliding completely into her heat and withdrawing to the very tip before plunging back in to the hilt. She felt every slow, sweet inch that he gave her, each slip of hard, unforgiving flesh into silk.

His speed increased as she tightened around him and as he came, his hand slipped to her clit, pinching and swirling the nub until she followed suit. He kissed her shoulder. “I'm glad to be home.”

Zoe rolled into his embrace and rested her head on his pec. “I am glad you are, too.” She pushed up onto her elbows and kissed him. “I'm hungry.”

“Where do you want to go?”

“I want a burger. With cheese. And bacon.” She rolled off the bed and padded into the bathroom. “But first I feel gross and want a shower.”

“Feel like company?” Calvin called from the bed.

“While altogether tempting, my desire for food wins out. Sorry!” She closed the door and got in the shower. After the world's fastest wash with cheap hotel soap, she emerged, wrapped in a towel. “I guess I can try out some of my clothes, huh?”

“Or you could come back to bed,” Calvin patted the mattress and smiled. “I mean, my wife is all wet from the shower and only wrapped in a towel...”

She shot him a dark look. “Down, boy.”

He patted the bed and grinned. “Up girl?”

“No.” She bent and pulled clothes out, matching a black pair of pants with a turquoise top. She dressed quickly, glancing back at her still very naked husband, lounging on the bed. “Well, I'm going to get a burger... You can lay here naked as the day you were born.”

He laughed. “I'm coming, I'm coming.”

She paused with her hand on the doorknob. “Promises, promises.”

“Don't you open that door, Zoe Hall!” He ran for the bathroom. “Give me one minute.”

“Fine...”

He washed up and began jerking his clothes on while still wet. “You haven't left me, have you?” Silence. “Zoe Hall!”

He stumbled out into the front of the room and saw a note on the notepad by the phone.

Find me. Tag, you're it.

A smile crossed his lips and he pulled out his phone. He texted her.

C: Tag, I'm it?

A few moments passed and a text came back.

Z: Yep. Come get me.

C: You know that this is war.

Z: I'm not scared. I'm ordering a burger.

Calvin smirked.
She didn't go far at all.
Jamming his phone back in his pocket, he rushed out of the room and down to the elevator. As he rode it down, he couldn't stop the smile that spread across his face.
I love the playful side she has, and I'm going to pay her back for this later...One touch at a time.

Calvin jogged to the bar across the street. As he walked in, he spotted his beautiful wife sitting at the bar, a Shirley Temple at her hand and a big plate of fries in front of her. She glanced over and grinned wide, her dark eyes twinkling with mirth. He slid up on the barstool beside her and kissed her cheek. “Tag, you're it.”