Free Know Her, Love Her: Daisy & Belmont, Book ONE by Z.L. Arkadie Page A

 
    The doorbell chimes. I jump. That was fast.

CHAPTER SIX
    Dire Consequences

    Belmont looks divine and smells delicious.
    “Hey,” he says as though he’s out of breath.
    “Hey.”  
    I wonder if I’m staring into his eyes like he’s staring into mine. He puts his hands on my waist and comes in for a kiss. It starts slowly, as if we’re rediscovering each other. I forget where I am. The taste of his mouth is gratifying. The door slams. He lifts me off my feet, walks me inside, and our tongues and lips are entangled as my backside meets the sofa cushion.  
    “You know what this outfit does to me,” Belmont says as he pulls down my panties.  
    Next thing I know, his face is between my legs, and he’s latched on to my clit. I whimper and moan. He’s looking at me, but my eyes won’t stay open long enough to meet his gaze. He moans as though I taste delicious. I run my fingers through his hair. His hands knead my stomach as my muscles tighten. My wriggling and moaning excites him even more. He whimpers louder, intensifying whatever he’s doing with his tongue. The impact is immediate. I cry as pleasure streams through my pussy. He never fails to take me there—never.  
    We’re kissing, and my taste is in his mouth. The tone of our kiss has changed. The warmth of life emanates from his body. His strong frame and the depth of our kiss are the conduits that flood my heart with love. Belmont forces his mouth off mine, and we squeeze each other tightly. My ear is against his chest, listening to how fast his heart is beating.
    “I love you,” I whisper.
    He doesn’t reply.
    “You still don’t believe me?” I ask.
    “I believe you,” he whispers.
    “You don’t sound as if you do.”
    “Do you want to go for a drive?”
    I hesitate. That was out of the blue. “Now?”
    “Let’s go.” He frees me from his embrace.
    I’m inclined to resist. It’s just another instance of Belmont calling the shots. But I love his spontaneity. “I’ll go put something on.”
    He caresses my wrist. “You’re fine.”
    “I can’t go out like this.”
    “The driver is out front.”
    I narrow one eye. “You arrived intending to take me somewhere?”
    He smirks. “I arrived intending to do what I did. But I’ve been in town for a while without you. We have some catching up to do.” He folds his fingers between mine and kisses my knuckles.
    “I didn’t think of Chicago as a romantic city.”
    “It can be what we make it.” The look in his eyes is sexy.  
    “Well, I should at least get a coat. It’s chilly outside.”  
    Belmont holds out his jacket for me to slip into. He always has the answer.  
    “Okay,” I say.
    We hobble down the steps to where a black limousine awaits. I haven’t ridden in one of those since prom.  
    “A limo?” I ask.
    Belmont rubs my back. “I ordered one special for us.”
    “That fast? I just called you about an hour ago.”
    He winks. “Money talks, baby.”  
    The driver is pretty young, about college aged. He opens the door to the back, which is decked out with white leather seats that look like sofas. Rose petals have been spread on top of a furry runner in the aisle. A bottle of champagne is chilling on a lit bar. We slide inside and get comfortable in each other’s arms.  
    Belmont orders the driver to keep driving until he knocks on the window and not to turn down the same street twice. The driver seems to welcome the challenge. He glances at me before he closes the window separating us.  
    Belmont and I gaze into each other’s eyes. We have so much to talk about, but I’m just happy to be with him. I don’t want to ruin the mood by bringing her up. I always knew Jacques was involved with other women while he was married to Heloise, and I swore I would never marry a man who cheated on me. Belmont and I are separated, but we’re still married. If they’d just shared a kiss, then I wouldn’t care. But sex is the betrayal.
    “Come here,” he whispers.