Kaidis felt relieved when she made it back upstairs. Looking in the mirror she couldn’t decide if she looked flushed from all of the running around she had been doing or because of the flip-flops her stomach was doing. Oh my good gosh, she thought. That man still looked good. He had put on a little weight, but she liked it, just a little bit of a stomach was kind of sexy. And besides, who hasn’t put on at least a little weight? His charcoal slacks fit nicely and showed off a nice backside as well. The cornflower blue button down shirt was a perfect color compliment to his rich dark chocolate skin. And oh how she had loved his dark skin – so clear and smooth and decadent. And those full lips that she had never once kissed looked especially tantalizing. She wondered what it would be like to finally feel them pressed against her own. The black sports coat showed off his broad shoulders And his tie was striped and understated, but it brought together the colors of the outfit. Handsome, in a word.
Forty minutes later Kaidis came downstairs to find Latroy sitting in his usual spot. The chair was different, but it was still in his favorite place right next to the fireplace. He turned toward her and stood up. “Wow.” He blew out a long breath. “You, Sunshine girl, look spectacular.” Kaidis’ hair was a riot of coiled curls, some of which hung across her cat eye glasses, that spiraled down to her shoulders. Her halter dress had wide swaths of varying shades of yellow and orange. Although the neckline was modest, at 6’4”, Latroy had a nice glimpse of her cleavage. A dyed-to-match belt cinched in her waist, and the full skirt stopped just at her knees. Her strappy bronze sandals took her from 5’4” to 5’7”. Kaidis finished the look with a handbag and a white sweater hanging from her arm.
Latroy strode across the room and took her bag and sweater from her, laying them down on a chair. He raised her arm over her head and had her spin around to model, so he could get a better look. The definition in her back and shoulders surprised him, as did the gracefulness of her arms. She was no Angela Bassett, but she didn’t have wings, either. “You have apparently,” he said while he placed Kaidis’ arms around his neck and gathered her into a hug, “learned how to stop time.” Latroy breathed in the scent of her hair and skin. All lavender, vanilla, and something spicy, but with a little bit of sweet, too. All woman was how she looked and how she smelled. Fighting the urge to kiss her neck and shoulder, he instead pressed his lips to her cheek. Soft. Was he hearing things or did he actually hear music? He heard it again and noticed the five slim hoop earrings, with cz dangles, in each of her ears. When they clinked together, it was like she had her own personal wind chimes.
Not having a reason, other than his own desire, to stay pressed this closely to her, Latroy took a step back. Kaidis felt relieved and simultaneously disappointed. It was unsettling to be pressed so hard against a man, against Latroy, but she really enjoyed it. The feel of his strong arms encircling her, plus the smell of his cologne and the feel of his coarse facial hair against her cheek, well, it all made her feel melty and liquidy on the inside. And she hadn’t felt like that in a long time.
Kaidis had never worn much make-up, and Latroy noticed that she didn’t now, except for the lipstick. It was a knockout red that made him want to nibble on her full lower lip. Hopefully later he would get a chance, but for now, she needed some taking care of. He pushed her glasses back up her nose thinking that nothing had changed. Her glasses were forever sliding down her face. “I’ve been telling you for years your nose is too small,” he said. Latroy trailed his finger down her nose and flicked the tip of her nose when got to it. Next he moved some stray tendrils of hair from in front of her glasses and off of her cheeks, tracing the contours of her face with his fingertips. Catching her chin in his grip, Latroy looked into her eyes and simply said, “Beautiful.”
“Thank you.” Kaidis heard herself almost whisper and couldn’t understand why she felt so shy. “You’re not looking too shabby yourself,” she told him. Then before she knew what she was doing, she stood on tiptoe and kissed his nose. “Aw man. I got lipstick on your nose.” She started rubbing his nose between her thumb and forefinger. “I’m so sorry.”
Latroy just laughed. “There are worse ways to start a date than by getting covered in lipstick. That doesn’t usually happen until the end.”
“Who said this was a date?” Kaidis asked.
“I did,” he said. “Didn’t you just hear me?” Latroy picked up her sweater and purse, handed them to her, and placed his hand on the small of her back to usher her toward the door. “We better get going.”