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  And unless you want to take this back to court and see if the judge won’t decide that I should actual y have ful custody, then you should just have my son ready next weekend. I have plans this weekend. But from now on, the weekends are mine.”

  Bil got up walked toward the door.

  “Aren’t you going to at least say goodbye to the son you suddenly just have to be able see?” She bit the words out through her barely control ed anger.

  “You can tel him I said goodbye. Have him ready around this time next Friday. I’l be here to pick him up.”

  She fol owed him to the door and locked it. It felt as if she were on autopilot. The only thing she knew for certain was that she would do anything to protect her son.

  Driving up to Aisha’s apartment building and seeing her and Dil on standing outside, dressed and ready to go to the Giants game, made Patrick’s heart nearly beat out of his chest. His throat tightened and his lungs suddenly felt overly ful . He had tried not to get his hopes up, just in case she wasn’t there, and seeing her nearly floored him.

  They enjoyed the Giants game and surprisingly she didn’t put up a fight when he’d suggested that they have dinner at Dave and Buster’s and play some games while they were there.

  She was strangely unlike herself and he could tel that something was bugging her. Rather than hound her about it and spoil the good time, he decided to wait and see.

  After a while the thril of playing video games wore off on the two adults and they decided to just fol ow Dil on around and watch him play game after game after game.

  “I could get used to this. Look at him. He’s so excited.”

  Patrick let the words fal out of his mouth before he could stop them.

  Aisha stared at him for a moment without saying a word.

  “It probably wouldn’t be a good idea to get used to it.”

  “Why not? Am I that bad that you real y can’t see trying to build something real with me?” He cursed the fact that he couldn’t just be nonchalant and coast with this woman. He couldn’t act as if he didn’t care. Because he did care—a lot.

  Aisha watched Dil on fake speed racing on the Indy 500

  game. And Patrick watched her. He focused on every feature of her pretty brown face, every strand of her black hair.

  “My ex-husband showed up at our house last night. After years of canceling visitation and basical y ignoring his son, he wants to have him on the weekends.” A tear escaped her eye and she angrily wiped it away.

  Patrick let out the breath he’d been holding. So that was it…Her ex was trying to work his way back into the picture?

  Was there something in the water that was causing ex-wives and ex-husbands to trot their happy behinds back out? Why couldn’t they just stay gone?

  “So do you think you would ever take him back? Is that where this is heading?” He had to know. Better to have the news kil him now than later. He was already in too deep.

  She let out a sharp laugh. “That wil never happen. He’s an abusive jerk, and I wil never subject myself to that again.”

  “He hit you?” The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he suddenly had the urge to find her ex and do him bodily harm.

  “Once. And then I divorced his behind. But he was verbal y abusive for years and I’m stil angry at myself for staying as long as I did. And I wil not have my son subjected to that crap. I’m thinking I’l just leave the state.

  Dil on and I wil just find another place to live. Maybe the South, or the Midwest—I don’t know. I just know I can’t let him take my baby for a minute, let alone a whole weekend.”

  Dil on came running over to them and stopped short when he got in front of them. “Umm…I ran out of tokens…”

  He shuffled from foot to foot and eyed the tokens Patrick was holding in his hands. “You guys done playing?”

  “Uh-uh, Dil on…I know you haven’t used up al your tokens and now you’re over here begging Patrick for his.

  You know you’re wrong.” Aisha laughed as she reached out and mussed her son’s hair. “Here, child, take mine and leave Patrick alone.”

  Dil on reached for the tokens and took off for the next game. They walked right behind him, never taking their eyes off the hyperexcited kid.

  “Wait up, Dil on,” Patrick cal ed.

  Dil on spun around and took a step back toward them.

  Patrick held out his tokens and dropped them in Dil on’s hands.

  “Al right! Thanks, Patrick!” He stopped at another kid-appropriate video game and started spending his newly acquired bounty.

  As much as it kil ed him to have to be the one to try and talk some sense into Aisha, Patrick knew he had to try. And it real y bugged him that he had to take her idiot ex-husband’s side.

  “Has he ever hit Dil on?”

  “No! Thank God. I think I’d be in jail if he did. But he has hurt my baby emotional y. Do you know what it feels like to have a kid stop asking about his father? He has just given up on ever having Bil love him.”

  “So don’t you think if Bil wants to final y step up and be a man and spend time with his son, you should let him? If you run away, you’l essential y be breaking the law, and denying your son something he apparently wants…His father’s love.” Patrick stopped and stared at her.

  Her stubborn face was contorted in one of those you-can’t-tel -me-anything expressions. She obviously wanted to tel him to mind his own business. But until she did, he ful y intended to try to get her to see where the idiot Bil may have been coming from.

  “Men can be dense sometimes, Aisha. We don’t always get it right the first time out of the gate—”

  “No way…You’re kidding…” She widened her eyes in mock surprise and mumbled sarcastical y.

  “Ha, ha. Seriously, I know if I had a kid like Dil on, weekends wouldn’t be enough. And a boy needs a dad. If his dad is final y stepping up, you should give him a chance to rebuild their relationship. If he drops the bal , we’l be there to pick it up. But you can’t run from this.” He turned to face her, watching her as she watched her son.

  “What do you mean we? ” She offered a smirk and then nibbled on her lower lip.

  He decided to let her figure out what he meant on her own. She was a smart woman. She had to know that where they were headed was a point of no return.

  “And I know you won’t run, because the only thing you’re afraid of is us.” He leaned forward and brushed her lips with his.

  The electric shock of the momentary touch almost made his heart stop. When her little tongue darted out and touched her lips as if to savor where his lips had just been, it was al he could do not to kiss her again for real.

  “Hey look, you guys. It’s ‘Dance Dance Revolution.’

  Mom’s real y good at this one. I have three tokens left.”

  Dil on glanced back and forth between the video game and them.

  “Oh, this wil be good. Are you light on your feet, Mr. Big Burly fireman? Can you dance?” Aisha eyed him for a moment, looking him up and down. “Nah, I don’t think so.

  Dil on, Patrick won’t be able to hang. I think it’s just you and me, kiddo.”

  “I think I’ve just been insulted. I’l have you know that I have moves. I wil dance the two of you under the rug.”

  Patrick couldn’t believe she’d played him like that.

  “A little less talk and a little more action. Come on, let’s see what you can do.” She reached out and took his hand.

  The shock of her touch warmed him and he broke out in a grin. When she didn’t let go, he squeezed her hand. She squeezed back.

  Once they were back at her apartment and Dil on was in bed, Aisha let the events of the day swirl through her mind.

  She took a sip of her wine and stared at Patrick.

  How had she gone from not dating him to sitting in her living room sharing a nightcap with him? And how had such a big powerhouse of muscles like him managed to beat her and her ten-year-old son at “Dance Dance Revol
ution”?

  She licked her lips as she thought about how smooth and agile the man was on that dance pad. He hadn’t lied at al . He certainly had moves. She wondered what other kind of moves he had, and she licked her lips again.

  This time, without any warning or announcement, Patrick swooped down and covered her lips with his. And this wasn’t one of those soft, fleeting brushes he’d been priming her up with. No, this was a long, savoring, marking kiss.

  She opened to his demanding mouth and let her tongue taste what it real y wanted to taste. Him. She licked her ful lips, giving as good as she got.

  He pul ed her off the sofa and onto his lap, continuing to devour her with his hot, scalding mouth. She had started something by licking her lips that he was clearly going to finish. Al the places she had just licked were now covered by him, remarked and claimed as his territory and his alone. She felt her lips spread into a gleeful smile as his hands roamed her breasts. With just a few swipes of her nipples she felt herself coming undone.

  Aisha felt overwhelmed. Never had a man been so attentive to her needs. She started to glimpse the gentle soul that was hiding behind the domineering persona and started to fear that she was already losing her heart to him.

  When he kissed her again, she knew for sure that she had already lost her heart. She halted the kiss and tried to catch her breath. It was time for her to be brave enough to claim some happiness for herself, if only for one night.

  “Stay for a little while,” she said as she took his hand and led him back into her bedroom.

  She sat him on the foot of the bed and straddled his lap.

  This time, she covered his lips with hers, lightly brushing the way he’d done al those times before. He had her torn between tel ing him not to kiss her and begging for more.

  But he was not going to let her just brush his lips. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, intensifying the kiss at the same time.

  He stopped, gulped a large dose of air and stared at her. “Are you sure, Aisha? Because I want you to…No…I need you to be sure about this. This is too important. It means too much to me…. You have to be sure. Please be sure…”

  She nodded.

  “Love, I need you to say yes. I need to know you’re sure.

  Because there won’t be any going back from this, Ms.-I-don’t-date.”

  He was giving her an out.

  She smiled.

  How had she managed to resist this man as long as she had? He had made her smile more in the short time that she’d known him than she had smiled the entire time she was married to Bil . Her taste in men had improved tenfold and Patrick Hightower was the proof.

  “I want this. I want you. Do you want me or should I let you go home now?” She slowly trailed her tongue along her lips and he let out a low rumbling growl before pul ing her onto the bed and covering her with his body.

  He made quick work of her clothes and his, and she helped as much as she could until she realized that he didn’t need any help. Her hands were just getting in the way of his progress and stopping him from doing what needed to be done.

  He pul ed out a condom and put it on. She watched and her eyes nearly bugged out of her head. He was unbelievably huge. She had only had one other lover before. She didn’t know if Patrick would be able to fit. But she was certainly ready to try.

  He slowly and lovingly entered her, inch by inch, stopping to al ow her time to adjust and peppering her lips, her cheeks, her neck and her breasts with soft pecks along the way to make the invasion a little easier for her.

  She let out a breath. She had never felt so ful and he hadn’t even entered her al the way yet. He continued to enter her slowly until he had reached the hilt. He then kissed her soundly, caressing her mouth with his as his hands caressed her body.

  His hands squeezed her breasts. His finger flicked her nipples. He rubbed the flesh of her stomach and the smal of her back. He let his hands span her hips and rest on her buttocks. He did al this touching without moving his hips, giving her plenty of time to adjust to his size and width.

  She tentatively moved her hips, wiggling and grinding softly, letting him know that she was ready. He groaned before withdrawing and thrusting back in. Her breath caught at the power of his thrust. But she managed to move her own hips, meeting him and mating in the age-old dance until they both cried out in release.

  Patrick got rid of the protection and then came back and held her in a spooning position. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He had never felt anything this close to perfect in al his life. He wanted to go on holding and caressing her until the end of time.

  She wiggled her hips seductively and he could have sworn his skin heated to a sizzle. She was that hot.

  Together they were that hot. It was just as he’d said they would be. Magic.

  He ran his fingers through her long hair and moved the sweat-soaked strands that had become stuck to her face.

  He kissed her neck, her cheek and then her delicious mouth.

  “Thank you, love. Thank you for taking a chance on us.

  You won’t regret it.” He kissed her again, soundly. Her already plush lips were kiss-swol en to the point that they looked like they had had some kind of plumping injection in them.

  “You’re welcome.” She wiggled her hips again and he felt himself rising yet again to the occasion.

  He closed his eyes and wil ed his erection back down.

  He could tel that she hadn’t been sexual y active in a while, and he didn’t want to do anything to hurt her or make her not want to do it again. He also didn’t want to appear greedy.

  She wiggled her hips again before turning around to face him. She pul ed his face down to hers and nibbled on his lips. Her hand moved from his face, trailed his chest and then stroked his penis. Her loving strokes made him forget al his reasons for going slow and just cuddling.

  Before he knew it he had flipped her over, grabbed protection and entered her slowly from behind.

  “Oh…Patrick…” She panted out his name as she pushed her buttocks back to meet the thrust of his pelvis.

  Each of his movements was met with one of hers.

  Thrust. Push. Thrust. Push. Thrust. Push.

  The rhythm of their lovemaking lul ed him into a space where anything was possible. Al kinds of things swirled through his head, things he wished he could say without scaring her or making her run for the hil s.

  He reached under her, caressed her breast with one hand and her clitoris with the other. She mewled and it was the sweetest, sexiest sound he had ever heard.

  “I’m…Oh, God…I’m…” She mewled again.

  He licked straight up her back before whispering in her ear. “Come for me, love.”

  He felt her body shake and convulse as she squeezed and tightened around him like a pulsating vise. That did it for him and he found it impossible to hold out on his own release. His eyes closed so tightly that he saw stars in the back of his head. His toes curled up and the muscles in his legs pul ed to the point of cramping.

  As they lay panting in the aftermath, he felt vindicated, confirmed, right, so many things. He had found the one and he wasn’t letting her go.

  Chapter 10

  Watching her baby leave with Bil the folowing Friday darn near broke her heart. The worse part was, Bil seemed to get a kick out of her pain. The smug smirk on his face almost made her turn abusive. She would have paid money to smack it off him.

  “Think about this while we’re gone this weekend, Aisha.

  We can be a family again. You can bring your sil y little behind back home where you belong.” Bil curled up his lips in a sneer. “I’d marry you again if you could show me that you’d learned your lesson and your place. It doesn’t have to be this damn difficult.”

  She glared at him and wanted to spit in his face. She then turned to her son, who was sitting in the front seat of Bil ’s BMW sports car.

  “Be careful with my child this weekend, Bil . If anything happe
ns to him, you wil regret ever being born. And try to actual y pay some attention to him. He’s a great kid. If you take the chance to actual y get to know him, you might—”

  Bil ’s complexion reddened. “Shut up, Aisha. I don’t need your advice on how to handle my son. You’re getting real y mouthy and opinionated these days.”

  She took a deep breath. “Bil , can’t we handle this in a different manner? You weren’t always like this—”

  “You made me like this, Aisha. You shouldn’t have left me after one mistake. I apologized, but you wanted to play hard. I came to you offering a chance to get back together and you stil want to play hard. So I’m just showing you how the big boys play. Learn your position and maybe we can handle this in a different manner.” Bil smirked.

  Then he got into his car and took off with her son. She stared after the car and wondered when he had turned into such a monster. Had he always been that way and had she been just too young and dumb to realize it? The tears started to fal almost immediately as she walked up the stairs and into her apartment.

  After about an hour of sulking and drowning her sorrows in chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, she decided to try to read the book club’s selection. At least she could be ready for that when they met next week.

  Once she was about halfway through the steamy novel, she regretted it. She found herself hot and bothered in the worst way. It never used to bother her before. She used to love to read the hot scenes.

  That was before she knew what Patrick’s hot kisses felt like. What he tasted like…What he felt like inside her. Now when she read the scenes al she could do was think of the many ways Patrick had contorted her body and made it sing. She felt so uninhibited when she was around him. It was like prim and proper Aisha had a wanton twin sister who came out whenever he touched her.

  Just as she was ready to try to pick up the book again the phone rang. She marked her place and answered the phone.

  “So, I was thinking that a certain sexy mom I know must be feeling a little bored right about now. Maybe bored enough to final y say yes to a date with a certain fireman.