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own lips before he moved any further.

“I was engaged. Things just didn’t turn out the way I planned. I don’t even have a boyfriend anymore.” Ivy looked down at her fingers. Word traveled fast in Memphis.

Bingo, Nicola thought to himself as he tried to repress a small grin. “You two must have had a big fight to just break up after eight years.” He would encourage her as much as possible to talk about it. Open up. Feel the need to be consoled. The usual drill.

“You could say that.” She slumped down in the seat for a moment. Her mood instantly changed.

Seeing her sudden melancholy, Nicola decided that he needed to make a move before it got too out of control. “Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring you down. We can change the subject, okay.” He sat at the end of his seat. “What’s your favorite subject in school?”

“God, I’m not a child,” Ivy said exasperated and appalled. “Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not trying to patronize you.” He was. “I just want to get your mind off of this guy we’ve been talking about…none stop for the last few minutes.” The situation was becoming somewhat awkward again. He had to pull in the reigns on her. Whoa horsey!

“Well, find another way to do it then,” Ivy said quickly snapping.

“If you insist...” Nicola said equally as quick.

Grabbing her by the small waist, Nicola pulled Ivy’s body to him and looked her in her eyes. “Why are you so feisty?” he asked as they sat face-to-face. Speechless, Ivy shrugged her shoulders. Staring at her full lips, he caressed her body with his fingertips and felt her instantly relax. It was then that he advanced before she had time to protest. He would taste her if it was the last thing that he did.

Involuntarily, Ivy closed her eyes and parted her lips. As she felt him move closer to her, his lips pressed against hers lightly, and she could feel their warm wet flesh mingling together. His cologne was like an intoxicating elixir that made her drunk with desire, and his touch was so soft and sensual that she began to respond back with movements of her own. Her breathing became heavy as his huge masculine hands moved up her back into her soft flowing locks of hair while he pulled her down demandingly onto his lap. With each passing minute, their kiss became more and more passionate.

Finally realizing that she had straddled the stranger on Brooks’ couch amidst Gerald Levert singing Made to Love You and the dancing candlelight, Ivy let out a small moan and tried to separate herself from him.

“Don’t stop,” Nicola whispered in between their long heated kisses and passionate embrace. He could feel her awakening more and more by the minute. He wanted her right then. Damn, she smells good.And her lips are soft as rose petals. No. Softer.

“Wait,” Ivy said tasting his lips again. “Please,” she said as she pulled away trying desperately to ignore the all too familiar milk that moistened her hidden flower. This was crazy! But it was hard to control herself. Oh God. It feels so good to be wanted again, she thought inwardly.

Climbing off of Nicola’s large, excited body, Ivy cleared her voice and straightened her clothes. Who in the hell was this guy? She stared at him for a moment in total dismay. That had never happened before. Disoriented and teased by her first erotic experience outside of her once coveted relationship, Ivy sat back on the couch and tried to regain her senses. But she could smell his cologne all over her, and she could taste his lips on her mouth.

Nicola licked his lips and stretched trying to make his erection go down now that the mood had changed. Amazed by the weakness his body experienced from what felt like all of her emotions pouring into him through her full warm mouth, he stared off across the room in amazement. Ivy caught a glimpse of his confusion and was reassured of her own feelings. Whatever had caused them to connect almost instantly, he had also felt.

Spellbound, Nicola pulled her close to him again. “Come here,” he said in a whisper.

Now sure that most barriers had been broken, Ivy felt relaxed enough to put her head on his chest. It was strange, but in only a few moments she had made a connection with another individual so strong that she wished she could have laid there forever. Too afraid to speak and ruin the moment, she waited for him to say something.

“Are you okay?” Nicola asked rubbing through her soft, cotton hair. There was no need to say anything else that he didn’t want to. She was his.

“No. I’m far from okay.” Ivy was lost for words, but she smiled carefree.

“Good.” He kissed her forehead.

“You know, I actually I enjoyed that.” She looked up at him and pulled at his dimpled chin like she had known him for years.

“So did I,” Nicola looked in her eyes again trying to read the young black siren that had enchanted him so quickly.

“Honestly though, I am definitely not the type to just go kissing on every guy that I’m attracted to. This was just one of those…peculiar situations.” Ivy hoped that he believed her.

“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He nudged her side. “I am sorry to hear that you’re having such a hard time though. Sounds to me like the guy is a dumb ass, but at least you found out before he put the brass shackle around your finger.”

“Brass shackle?” she repeated. Normally she would take offense to a white man even mentioning shackles in a joke around her, but with him she felt comfortable and free of intimidation.

“I’m not into commitment. Can’t you tell? Weddings and marriage have always sounded too much like a life sentence without the possibility of parole.”

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