Chapter Two
Sun rays crept into the room sending a display of light across Samiyah’s face. It was the dawn of a new day, and the intrusion caused her to groan and turn her head away from the patio doors. Slowly, Samiyah’s eyes fluttered opened. She had a notion to stay in bed and sleep the day away. The soft, comfortable pillow top mattress was everything she needed for a good night’s rest. The smell of bacon lingered in the air. I could really use something to eat. But who was cooking, she lived alone? Samiyah clutched the sheets and sat upright in bed.
A dizzy spell fell over her making her temples throb, bringing on an intense headache. Again, she groaned and massaged her head. The bed that held her in a slumber was huge and the room unfamiliar. Underneath the sheets Samiyah’s legs were bare and the oversized jersey she wore smelled of a cologne she couldn’t recognize. Quickly, Samiyah left the bed and shuffled to the open bathroom door but halted in her tracks when she noticed what looked like huge belts decorating a shelf. Curiosity getting the better of her, Samiyah strode over to the shelf to gain a closer look. The green strap was made of Ferrari leather with a gold plaque in the middle.
The words written on the plaque said, World Champion, with the flag from each country embedded on the trim. There were gold coins on the belt with a picture inside. Samiyah’s face lit up and the memories from last night came back to her. It was Jonas’ face; the supremely handsome gentleman that saved her from the creep at the bar. Her eyes traveled to the belts sitting next to each other, and she felt a small sense of pride. Samiyah didn’t even know Jonas, but these trophies were beautiful.
“I don’t fight anymore; I retired five years ago.”
Samiyah whipped around and staggered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry.”
He folded his arms. “It’s not a problem.”
Samiyah surveyed Jonas; he was just as handsome now as he was in her drunken haze, even more so. His caramel skin was toned showing muscular arms and a chiseled bare chest. Samiyah reached up and touched her mouth to make sure her tongue wasn’t hanging out. When she found it wasn’t, she quickly slid her hand back down. Jonas seemed amused. Samiyah blinked several times trying to clear her thoughts. “Um, I guess I’m in your house?” The question was rhetorical.
“You are,” he confirmed. “Don’t worry, you’re safe with me.”
Samiyah didn’t doubt it even though she probably should. “I’m not in the habit of going home with strangers you know.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Did we have sex last night?”
There it was that award-winning smile she knew lingered behind those hinted grins he gave out last night.
“You don’t remember?” He teased.
Samiyah gasped, throwing her hands to her mouth. Jonas stepped closer invading her space. He pinched her chin. “I assure you, if we made love, I would never let you forget it.”
He winked and Samiyah was sure her panties were in need of changing. Wasn’t it enough that he was standing there bare-chested looking like Hercules? With just the slightest touch he’d sent shivers down her spine.
“You undressed me,” she stated.
“I did,” and it was the hardest thing he’d ever done. By the time they’d made it to his penthouse, Samiyah was asleep. Jonas wanted to wake her, but he could tell she needed the rest. So instead, he carried her to his private elevator, keyed in a code on the security pad, and rode to the top with her in his arms. She smelled of vanilla and coffee beans which were ironic since she’d been drinking mimosas all night. Her skin was a smooth ginger, and her hair was thin with a natural wave texture. He wanted to take that clip out and see her tresses fall. Inside, Jonas carried her to the bedroom, laid her on the king size bed and released her mane. It tumbled down stopping right below her breasts. “Beautiful,” he’d whispered. Undressing her was torture. Whenever his hands grazed her skin, he felt a heated tinge that refused to go away.
Her body was perfect. A black lace bra adorned her perky breasts, and the lace panties were snug around her curvaceous hips. Jonas hastily covered her in his jersey. Seeing Samiyah in her bare minimum teased his libido. Jonas had taken a cold shower to work off the tension that seeped into his bones. Now standing in front of her he yearned to do what he didn’t get a chance to do the night before. With a disregard for repercussions, Jonas reached for her face his hand hovering just below her chin. Just short of touching her, Jonas could feel the ball of energy that clung between them.
“Do you feel that,” he asked.
Samiyah closed her eyes, her chest rising and falling. Of course, she felt it. In a breathless response she said, “Yes.”
Jonas dipped his head bringing his lips to hers. A flare of warmth buzzed through them. His hands slid into her wavy mane and the other around her waist pulling her firmly against a solidly built chest. Samiyah’s arms casually slipped around his neck as their mouths engaged. There was an intense tingling in her spine that was making its way down to her vagina. Their moans mixed and mingled; bouncing off their tongues in a vivacious musical. It was Jonas who paused first. Samiyah groaned, she didn’t want to think, she just wanted to do.
“What’s wrong,” she asked.
His heavy lids were aimed at her lips. “We’re about to reach the point of no return, Miss Manhattan.”
He waited for her acceptance, but at the mention of her ex-husband’s last name Samiyah recoiled and pulled away from him. Jonas silently rebuked himself. Samiyah ran her fingers through her hair in frustration.
“I’ve gotta go.” She side-stepped him. “Where are my clothes?”
Jonas nodded to the closet, and with haste Samiyah grabbed the items, running past him to the bathroom. He stepped to the door to slow her down, but she shut it in his face. He raised his hand to knock but thought better of it. Was it something I said? He wondered. On the other side, Samiyah leaned her back into the door and slid down until her butt hit the cold marble tile. Her head fell forward to her knees, and she covered herself with her arms.
What was she doing? And what was this weird chemistry about? Samiyah was done with men, right? She had made up her mind to enjoy the single life and take her career to the next level. That was after she’d finished mourning the death of her marriage. But in the middle of her crisis, in walks this robust, enticing, scorching, creation that was leaving her breathless and vulnerable.
The ambiance she felt when around Jonas was unnatural and plain sorcery. Even now, sitting on the opposite side of the door, her body yearned to be with him. Her head snapped up, that was it. She thought. Sex. She needed it, craved it and he was a perfect candidate. She’d played by the rules, been the doting housewife, honored her vows, and what did she get in return? Samiyah rose from the floor and removed the jersey in one smooth motion. The reflection in the full mirror revealed a sexy siren in a black sheer lace panties and bra. Her hair was tousled like a lioness. Samiyah ran the faucet and splashed warm water over her face. She took the tube of toothpaste, squirted some on her finger and massaged her gums and teeth. She grabbed the mouthwash and gargled, then washed her mouth out with water. While the courage was still potent, Samiyah dried her hands and left the bathroom in search of Jonas. She found him in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice raised to his lips. When he saw her, he dropped the glass on the counter and waited for her to approach him. She did, slow and seductive. Standing in front of him, she spoke.
“I was wondering,” the mint mouthwash tingled her lips, “If you were hungry.”
Jonas reached for her, wrapping his arms around her waist, lifting her with ease onto the wide marble counter. He cocked his head to the side and kissed her chin, face, and neck; biting her shoulder before moving down to her breasts. Keeping her on edge, Jonas leaned into Samiyah, allowing her to feel what she was doing to him.
With her head back, Samiyah moaned as Jonas moved to her navel, laying kisses all over her stomach. A phone rang, but it sounded like it was on another planet. Jonas’ hands caressed every inch of her body down to her toes. He kissed her inner thighs and blew lightly over her sex. Samiyah panted and her body torched with every touch from him. Jonas reached out and hit a button on the front of the refrigerator that dropped ice cubes in his hand. He put a frozen cube in his mouth and rubbed it against the core of her sheer panties. Samiyah called out to God as a mingle of heat and coldness from his resplendent mouth flooded her, sending her into sexual overdrive.
The phone rang again, and this time the ringtone was familiar. As bad as Samiyah wanted to ignore it, she couldn’t. Samiyah grabbed his face and pulled Jonas towards her watching him swallow the ice and lick his lips. She shuttered; quickly regretting why she’d made him stop. His eyes sat low, and the growth on his face tingled her fingers.
“I’m sorry,” Samiyah panted lightly, “that’s my office calling. I’ll be right back.”
She wiggled to hop down, and he blocked her path. “This isn’t over,” he promised sinking his lips into hers. Samiyah shut her eyes and salivated at the taste of his tongue. Her phone started up again, and Jonas reluctantly released her. Halfheartedly, Samiyah went and answered it. Jonas knew what was coming next, another cold shower.