Free Driving Heat by Zuri Day Page A

tongue, then stick around for a slow and thorough get-to-know. Her tongue must have had a similar goal the way it swirled against his, tentative at first and then, as he pulled back to hide his excitement, with more confidence, boldly making sure his tongue knew that hers was exactly where it wanted to be.
    Everything about her turned him on: soft hair, fragrant skin, the way she fit him perfectly. If they got together, the lovemaking would have to go nonstop, for at least a week, before he’d have enough. His desire for her was so strong it was scary. If this kiss lasted too much longer, his burgeoning manhood would tap Cynthia’s thigh and deliver this news.
    Reluctantly, he lifted his head and ended the kiss. “I’m sorry about that. Should have asked first.”
    “I enjoyed it.”
    Their faces were mere inches apart; lips so close that one slight move and they’d reconnect.
    “Would you like another one?”
    “I would, but—”
    “I’ll get that.”
    Cynthia had turned toward her car and made a move for the door handle. Byron opened it for her. “I probably shouldn’t.”
    Byron’s eyes quickly swept over her and landed on two tell-tale protrusions from the front of her top. “You’re probably right.” She stepped into the car. He held the door. “What I just tasted was delicious, like I got dessert after all. But it only served to whet my appetite. Is there any chance I can . . . get another helping?”
    Cynthia was glad to see that the moment had affected him as it had her. “Right now, there’s a very good chance.”
    “So who follows whom?”
    “Oh, no, it can’t be tonight. I promised the sitter I’d be home at a certain time. And it won’t be at my house. I don’t bring dates around my son.”
    “What about tomorrow? Tyra is spending the weekend with her mother.”
    “Let me think about it, give myself time to come to my senses.”
    Byron leaned in for a last quick kiss. “Drive safely. Shoot me a text so I’ll know you made it home.”
    He closed the door. She started her car and with a quick wave pulled away from the curb and into the busy Friday night traffic on Sunset Boulevard. Byron walked to his car and soon merged into traffic without a particular destination in mind. The only thing he knew was that it wouldn’t be home. With his daughter away and his body revved up, he needed a distraction. After mentally running through the family and friends list, and what he knew of their weekend plans, he decided to call his brother, Nelson, who’d soon be off from his job at LAX.
    As Byron and Cynthia headed in different directions, their thoughts were the same. Both were questioning the rightness of their decision and both could not wait for tomorrow night.

12
    “Mom, why do I have to go over to Bobby’s house?”
    Cynthia sighed inwardly as she placed cinnamon raisin bagels into the toaster. Even before she’d announced the plan, she knew an inquisition would follow. It was a shame that her schedule was so routine and going out on a Saturday night was so rare it was a cause for twenty questions.
    “Do you not want to go, Jayden? I thought you and Bobby were good friends.”
    “We are, but . . .”
    “But what?”
    “I don’t know. It’s just different, that’s all.”
    “These are almost ready, Jay. Get the butter and jelly out of the refrigerator and put it on the table.”
    Cynthia wouldn’t pass herself off as a cook for any reason and was almost shamed by what a huge role dining out played in what Jayden ate. Since she passed up fast-food drive-through opportunities in favor of healthier eat-in choices, a car note could be paid with her monthly restaurant bill.
    But on Saturday mornings, she pulled out her limited breakfast recipe repertoire and made breakfast for her son. So after pouring them both a glass of apple juice, she divided the egg, turkey sausage, and cheese omelet that had been kept warm in the oven, placed it and a scoop of fresh fruit mix onto their