A Kiss of Color: A BWWM Interracial Pregnancy Romance (Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Cristina Grenier
Tags: BWWM Interracial Pregnancy Romance
her breath falling softly against his collarbone. With no small amount of effort, Xavier unwound his fingers from her hips to wind his arms around her back, holding her against him. Their lips met softly, in the oft-missed lackadaisical fashion of people who didn’t have another care in the world.
“Have I ever mentioned how good you are at that?” He murmured softly, making Helena laugh against his chest. She raised her head to stare down at him, rendering him breathless, as always, with the beauty of her gaze.
“I learned from the best.” With that, she rolled from him, leaving him bereft of her warmth as she sat on the side of the bed, combing fingers through her messy, damp hair. When Xavier had recovered enough to join her, he swung his legs over next to hers, glancing at the clock. It was close to eleven. If he played things carefully, they could still spend most of the afternoon together.
“Darling?” Helena glanced at him as she attempted to throw her hair into some semblance of decency. “How about we have a leisurely lunch together? Maybe do a bit of house hunting before you get to those errands?” With bated breath, he waited for her answer. After all, for all he tried to control his schedule, for all that Margaret and the company demanded of him, the one who really governed how his days went was Helena. As her schedule was so tight, he would often re-arrange his to-do list around hers.
“Well…” The dark-skinned woman appeared to muse for a moment, before rising, utterly nude, from the bed. Xavier swallowed the arousal that rose anew in his throat, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Offices don’t close until six.”
Despite the fact that he was a thirty three year old man, Xavier resisted the urge to whoop in joy. When did Helena ever agree to set aside work in order to relax – even when he was involved? Leaping from the bed, he drew her into his arms to spin around gaily, and his lover laughed, shaking her head at his silliness.
Margaret would have to wait for her little pow-wow. Xavier had things that were a bit more important to tend to.
Chapter Two: Insecurities
House hunting was far more enjoyable than Helena had imagined. Of course, after the decadent lunch they had, she found herself pretty much open to anything; but house hunting, in particular, had always been a source of nervousness for her.
Once they bought a house, that would mean more bills that she had riding upon her success as a physician – something she was particularly sensitive about. As much as everyone always told her that she was a natural – a born prodigy, not unlike her father had been, Helena could never shake the fear that she might disappoint him. That she wouldn’t live up to his expectations.
That, she supposed, was something her mother had instilled in her.
For a moment, the young woman withdrew from the gorgeous, open-floor plan house she was currently exploring with Xavier as her thoughts returned to a point four years ago. In court, she had testified against her mother, stating that the woman had kidnapped her with the intention of whoring her out – and Janette Freeman had denied every claim. She’d begged for Helena’s understanding and forgiveness, railed to the jury that her daughter had forgotten and abandoned her for the lot in life she’d been dealt and tried to pander to anyone who “had a heart”. Her exact words.
Helena had drawn strongly on the presence of her boyfriend and the memory of her father to get her through that day. Perhaps if she were younger – as weak to her mother’s wiles as she had once been – she would have given into the woman. She would have dropped all the charges right there, right then, in the courtroom. But that would have allowed her to come after her again and again. The next time, Helena told herself, the police might not arrive in time to save her. Xavier might not arrive in time
“Have I ever mentioned how good you are at that?” He murmured softly, making Helena laugh against his chest. She raised her head to stare down at him, rendering him breathless, as always, with the beauty of her gaze.
“I learned from the best.” With that, she rolled from him, leaving him bereft of her warmth as she sat on the side of the bed, combing fingers through her messy, damp hair. When Xavier had recovered enough to join her, he swung his legs over next to hers, glancing at the clock. It was close to eleven. If he played things carefully, they could still spend most of the afternoon together.
“Darling?” Helena glanced at him as she attempted to throw her hair into some semblance of decency. “How about we have a leisurely lunch together? Maybe do a bit of house hunting before you get to those errands?” With bated breath, he waited for her answer. After all, for all he tried to control his schedule, for all that Margaret and the company demanded of him, the one who really governed how his days went was Helena. As her schedule was so tight, he would often re-arrange his to-do list around hers.
“Well…” The dark-skinned woman appeared to muse for a moment, before rising, utterly nude, from the bed. Xavier swallowed the arousal that rose anew in his throat, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt. Offices don’t close until six.”
Despite the fact that he was a thirty three year old man, Xavier resisted the urge to whoop in joy. When did Helena ever agree to set aside work in order to relax – even when he was involved? Leaping from the bed, he drew her into his arms to spin around gaily, and his lover laughed, shaking her head at his silliness.
Margaret would have to wait for her little pow-wow. Xavier had things that were a bit more important to tend to.
Chapter Two: Insecurities
House hunting was far more enjoyable than Helena had imagined. Of course, after the decadent lunch they had, she found herself pretty much open to anything; but house hunting, in particular, had always been a source of nervousness for her.
Once they bought a house, that would mean more bills that she had riding upon her success as a physician – something she was particularly sensitive about. As much as everyone always told her that she was a natural – a born prodigy, not unlike her father had been, Helena could never shake the fear that she might disappoint him. That she wouldn’t live up to his expectations.
That, she supposed, was something her mother had instilled in her.
For a moment, the young woman withdrew from the gorgeous, open-floor plan house she was currently exploring with Xavier as her thoughts returned to a point four years ago. In court, she had testified against her mother, stating that the woman had kidnapped her with the intention of whoring her out – and Janette Freeman had denied every claim. She’d begged for Helena’s understanding and forgiveness, railed to the jury that her daughter had forgotten and abandoned her for the lot in life she’d been dealt and tried to pander to anyone who “had a heart”. Her exact words.
Helena had drawn strongly on the presence of her boyfriend and the memory of her father to get her through that day. Perhaps if she were younger – as weak to her mother’s wiles as she had once been – she would have given into the woman. She would have dropped all the charges right there, right then, in the courtroom. But that would have allowed her to come after her again and again. The next time, Helena told herself, the police might not arrive in time to save her. Xavier might not arrive in time
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