Free Her Man: An Interracial Romance (The Bentini Brothers Book 2) by Jaye McCloud Page A

absolutely beautiful.”  He proclaims just as his mouth gently
descends on mine.  I’m instantly hot for him…from the moment I opened the
door.  “Tiressa.  Do you know that I’m a sucker for naked caramel shoulders and
sexy calves in black silk pantyhose?”  Our lips gently clash and the only thing
keeping me from falling to the floor is the wall at my back.  Breathless, I
whisper, “They aren’t pantyhose.  They’re black silk stockings held up by thin black
straps attached to a lacy black garter belt.”  Antonio groans deep in his
throat as he drives his fingers through my hair cradling my head as he ravishes
my mouth.  My man smells of wealth and tastes of power.  And
for this small moment in time, I hold his power in the palm of my hands.  
         “Antonio we can’t!  Put me down.”  I pant
breathlessly. 
         “Not yet.”  He moans into the side of my neck.
         “Tony stop!  You’re ruining all my work.”  He
finally stops and sets me back on the floor –I’m surprised to find that my
heels are still on my feet.  “Baby.” He whispers as he places little kisses all
over my face.  “I love you.” 
         Never do three small words cause me so such
panic.  “It’s okay.”  Antonio says close to my ear.  “You don’t have to say it
back to me.  I know you love me.  Even if you’re not ready to say it yet.  I’m
not a patient man, but you’re worth the wait.”  He whispers as our lips gently entwine. 
Feeling tears on my cheek, I break the kiss.  “Tony, I’m a mess.”   
         “Never.”  He declares, cradling my face as he
wipes my tears away, then leans down and takes my lips in a brief hard kiss.
         “Let me go repair the damage and then we can
be on our way.”  I practically run to my bedroom.
         In less than ten minutes, I’m back –hair and
face repaired, with my little black purse in hand, and ready to go.  “Let check
on my babies and then we can leave.”  They have followed me back into the
living room and I waste no time scooping them up into my arms and loving on
them for a minute before setting them back on the floor to rump and play with
each other.  Turning the television on, to the animal channel, I walk towards
Antonio near the entryway.  He takes me in his arms. “Have I told you how
absolutely beautiful you are Ms. Hawkins?”
         “Yes, you have Mr. Bentini.”  I reply,
prepared to box his ears if he makes one move towards my face and hair.  “Well,
it’s true and nothing can match your beauty.”
         “Ahhh.  Where I come from a man can get cut
for saying such cheesy words to his lady.”  He actually blushes, I can’t resist
reaching up on tiptoes and planting a big kiss right on those delicious lips. 
“But don’t worry, you’re my man and I like and appreciate your cheesy words.”   I
give him another quick peck and move to the door.  “Come on babe, we’re going
to be late.” Antonio hugs me from behind with one arm.  “That’s the first time
you’ve ever called me by an endearment.”  He says, playfully kissing the side
of my neck.  “Come on Tony, we have to go.”  I sigh, reluctant to leave the
heat of his hard body. 
         “Okay, Baby.  But one more thing.”  He says,
bringing his other arm in front of me.  “What’s this Antonio?”  I ask, eyeing
the expensive looking wrapping paper on the gift-wrapped box.  “It’s not going
to bite you Tiressa.  Here take it.  It’s a special gift for my special lady.” 
I don’t know why I hesitate, but this feels different than getting flowers and
puppies.  “Open it, Tiressa.”
         I’m not one of those people who shreds
wrapping paper and rips open boxes.  I happen to love, love, love the
simplest things about gifts…like really nice bows and gift wrapping paper, the
feel of fine tissue paper as it crinkles when you touch it, and most
importantly gift boxes,