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Hannah had ever known, and her father moved them to public housing on the wrong side of Charleston’s Calhoun Street.
Junior jumped gracefully onto the couch and began studiously washing his face. Glad to have her depressing thoughts interrupted, Sugar picked him up and sat him on her lap. “Forget about your bath, I have something important to tell ya. Are you listening?”
He blinked green eyes at her, and she took that as a yes. “Okay, so get ready ’cause the most amazing thing happened tonight. Jamie kissed me. Yeah, I know. Surprised the hell out of me, too. But, Junior, it was sooo incredible. I wasn’t sure I’d like it . . . you know, because of Rodney.”
Rodney’s slobbery kisses had disgusted her to the point that she never thought she’d want to be kissed again. Then she’d met Jamie and started wondering if it would be different with him. She could now truthfully say: hell yeah.
“He didn’t slobber all over me, and he tasted like lemon drops.” She was going to buy a supply of the candy so that all she had to do to recall Jamie’s kisses was pop one in her mouth. She’d probably end up spending a fortune on the things.
“Oh, and I think I’ve figured out his word game. He doesn’t curse, but when he wants to, he says whatever comes to mind.”
Junior apparently didn’t care as he curled into a ball in her lap, tucked his nose under his tail, and went to sleep. “Okay, you’re not impressed, but I sure as hell am. I just need to figure out how to get him to kiss me again.”
Jamie pulled up in front of Sugar’s condo a few minutes before eight the next morning and turned off his car. He moodily stared at her front door. Because of her, he’d not had a decent night’s sleep. He still didn’t know why he’d kissed her, and he wished he hadn’t. What was it about kissing her that made him feel like he’d climbed Mt. Everest, exhilaration pouring through him as he stood on top of the world? He would like to believe it had been a onetime thing, but all he’d thought about was having his mouth on hers again.
At precisely eight, Sugar opened her door and sprinted down the sidewalk to his car. A point to her then for being on time. A light rain still fell, the remnants from last night’s storm, and it struck him the women he normally dated would have an umbrella over their heads to protect their hair. Sugar acted like she didn’t care. He kind of liked that.
“Hey, you,” she said, water dripping from the tips of her eyelashes.
“Morning.” He handed her a cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar. She wore a white silk blouse, and her eyes were blue. The white lace of her bra peeked from the edges of the shirt’s vee. His doom sat next to him, a shy smile on her face as she accepted the cup.
“Thank you,” she said with a breathiness that seemed to imply gifts were rare in her life.
It was just a cup of coffee, not a big deal in any way. She took a sip, closed her eyes and sighed, the sound very much like what she’d made the night before when he’d kissed her. Blue butter. Jamie threw the car in reverse and stopped himself just in time from peeling out of the complex. He needed to get her out of his car.
“It’s perfect,” she said, turning her thousand-watt smile on him. “Lucky guess?”
“No, I’ve seen you make it at work.” Too much information. It sounded as if he paid attention to her. To keep from talking, he concentrated on driving. Unfortunately, he could smell her, and her scent made a man think of burying his face between the valley of her breasts and licking her.
To take his mind off her very fine breasts, he subtly studied her hair. Dampened from the rain, it was a darker shade, closer to the color of her eyelashes. He couldn’t see any darker roots though. Maybe she didn’t color her hair and it was just lighter than her lashes.
She craned her neck. “You just passed the turn to the Booby Palace.”
As if he’d let her get behind the
Junior jumped gracefully onto the couch and began studiously washing his face. Glad to have her depressing thoughts interrupted, Sugar picked him up and sat him on her lap. “Forget about your bath, I have something important to tell ya. Are you listening?”
He blinked green eyes at her, and she took that as a yes. “Okay, so get ready ’cause the most amazing thing happened tonight. Jamie kissed me. Yeah, I know. Surprised the hell out of me, too. But, Junior, it was sooo incredible. I wasn’t sure I’d like it . . . you know, because of Rodney.”
Rodney’s slobbery kisses had disgusted her to the point that she never thought she’d want to be kissed again. Then she’d met Jamie and started wondering if it would be different with him. She could now truthfully say: hell yeah.
“He didn’t slobber all over me, and he tasted like lemon drops.” She was going to buy a supply of the candy so that all she had to do to recall Jamie’s kisses was pop one in her mouth. She’d probably end up spending a fortune on the things.
“Oh, and I think I’ve figured out his word game. He doesn’t curse, but when he wants to, he says whatever comes to mind.”
Junior apparently didn’t care as he curled into a ball in her lap, tucked his nose under his tail, and went to sleep. “Okay, you’re not impressed, but I sure as hell am. I just need to figure out how to get him to kiss me again.”
Jamie pulled up in front of Sugar’s condo a few minutes before eight the next morning and turned off his car. He moodily stared at her front door. Because of her, he’d not had a decent night’s sleep. He still didn’t know why he’d kissed her, and he wished he hadn’t. What was it about kissing her that made him feel like he’d climbed Mt. Everest, exhilaration pouring through him as he stood on top of the world? He would like to believe it had been a onetime thing, but all he’d thought about was having his mouth on hers again.
At precisely eight, Sugar opened her door and sprinted down the sidewalk to his car. A point to her then for being on time. A light rain still fell, the remnants from last night’s storm, and it struck him the women he normally dated would have an umbrella over their heads to protect their hair. Sugar acted like she didn’t care. He kind of liked that.
“Hey, you,” she said, water dripping from the tips of her eyelashes.
“Morning.” He handed her a cup of coffee with extra cream and sugar. She wore a white silk blouse, and her eyes were blue. The white lace of her bra peeked from the edges of the shirt’s vee. His doom sat next to him, a shy smile on her face as she accepted the cup.
“Thank you,” she said with a breathiness that seemed to imply gifts were rare in her life.
It was just a cup of coffee, not a big deal in any way. She took a sip, closed her eyes and sighed, the sound very much like what she’d made the night before when he’d kissed her. Blue butter. Jamie threw the car in reverse and stopped himself just in time from peeling out of the complex. He needed to get her out of his car.
“It’s perfect,” she said, turning her thousand-watt smile on him. “Lucky guess?”
“No, I’ve seen you make it at work.” Too much information. It sounded as if he paid attention to her. To keep from talking, he concentrated on driving. Unfortunately, he could smell her, and her scent made a man think of burying his face between the valley of her breasts and licking her.
To take his mind off her very fine breasts, he subtly studied her hair. Dampened from the rain, it was a darker shade, closer to the color of her eyelashes. He couldn’t see any darker roots though. Maybe she didn’t color her hair and it was just lighter than her lashes.
She craned her neck. “You just passed the turn to the Booby Palace.”
As if he’d let her get behind the
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