At Bonz’s house, Aisha retrieved a black garment bag of changing clothes from the trunk of her car before following him inside. Her hands still shook. Her legs were wobbly. She had to take several deep breaths just to make it to the front door.
Where was her courage now? Her bravado?
Both had been consumed in the fire of their passionate kisses. It was hard for Aisha to be brave when just thinking about making love to Bonz in the next few minutes sent all of her senses into overload. She could literally smell the potent desire between them.
Bonz, on the other hand, seemed very composed. As if tonight wasn’t going to be up there with the
“Go on upstairs and make yourself comfortable, baby. You know where my bedroom is,” Bonz told Aisha once they were safely inside his home. “I’ll be up in a little while after I find some candles and a few other things to set the mood just right.”
“Okay,” Aisha replied, taking another deep breath to collect herself. Draping the garment bag over her right arm, she forced her legs towards the stairs.
As Aisha ascended the staircase alone, Bonz took a much needed deep breath in the foyer behind her. The tight rein he’d kept on his emotions on the ride over was starting to unravel. He needed these few moments of candle-collecting to do a bit of collecting of himself.
I didn’t know it was going to be like this, Bonz mused, moving more deep breaths in and out of his body as he entered the den. He hadn’t been this nervous about sex since his first time.
What was it about Aisha that affected him so deeply? Why was she so different from all the other women he’d had?
Bonz didn’t know the answers to those questions right now, but he most definitely would in a few short minutes.
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In Bonz’s black and green decorated bedroom, Aisha found herself fighting more nerves. She didn’t understand it. She wasn’t a virgin. Hadn’t been one since college. As a matter of fact, Aisha had had the same number of lovers as she had fingers. So why was she so nervous about this man?
Maybe it was the fact that she hadn’t been intimate with a man since last year. No. Making love was just like riding a bike. One never forgot how to do it.
Perhaps it was the revenge thing. No, that wasn’t it either. Dominic was nowhere on Aisha’s mind right now. The only man that consumed her thoughts right now was Bonz.
The thought of touching him. Being filled by him. Lying beneath him. Riding above him. It was those things that ravished Aisha’s nerves.
It wasn’t too late to back out. She could easily turn around and leave. Tell him she changed her mind. Would she?
© 2005 by Suprina Frazier