She stopped at the corner and texted Camden while she waited for the light to change. Iris: Cam. Wassup? Cam: You got it. Iris: Need love. Cam: Go get it. Iris: Hugs. Cam: *** Iris arrived at Preston’s suite disheveled and flustered. He’d just gotten out of the shower and was walking around in his boxer briefs, bulging through them. His chest was glistening wet. His dreadlocks, damp. When he saw her, he seemed at once excited and peeved. She walked to him and kissed him. She knew how to tame his anger. But he apparently didn’t want to be tamed because he pushed her away. She grabbed him by the arm as he attempted to walk away from her. Her brown eyes stared seductively into his. She grasped her bottom lip between her teeth and pulled his body next to hers. They stood pressed together, fixed, wanting. Their hearts beat in tempo, their eyes closed, seeing only by touch… feeling the tenderness of each other’s touch. Kissing his lips, his cheeks — her tongue traced the curve of his jaw. His kisses were raw, primal — their tongues plunging.
