Always and Forever by Farrah Rochon

Author:Farrah Rochon [Rochon, Farrah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kimani Press
Published: 2012-12-02T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Even the swath of sunlight that traveled across her face, waking her up, couldn’t erase the smile that tilted up the corners of Phil’s mouth. A delicious ache throbbed between her legs. She smiled at that, too. It had been a long time since she’d experienced that kind of ache.

“God, I needed this.” She sighed. Her body still hummed with the pleasure of being good and properly satisfied by a man who knew exactly what to do with the tools he’d been given. And those she’d purchased through an erotic online store.

She lifted her head and tilted it toward the bathroom, listening for running water or some other indication that Jamal was in there.

Nothing.

Phil pushed up from the bed and walked over to the bathroom. It was empty.

“He left?” she said with disbelief.

She unhooked her bathrobe from behind the door and wrapped it around her, tying the satin sash at her waist. When she went into the living area, she immediately noticed the door to the spare room off the kitchen slightly ajar.

A shimmer of disquiet rolled down her spine.

She stalked over to the door and threw it open. “What are you doing in here?” she asked.

Jamal whipped around. In his hands was the unframed canvas of the pond on the edge of Gauthier. She’d started the painting months ago but had not found the time to finish it yet.

“Are these your mom’s?” he asked, nodding toward the nearly two dozen paintings leaning against the walls, all of them in various stages of completion.

Phil propped her shoulder against the doorjamb and crossed her arms in front of her. “They’re mine,” she answered.

His eyes widened. “Damn, Phylicia. What can’t you do?” He looked back at the canvas in his hands. “How long have you been painting?”

“Most of my life,” she said.

“These are...” He shook his head. “Amazing,” he finally finished.

“That’s Ponderosa Pond. Have you ever been?”

“No,” he said. “But if it’s half as nice as this painting, it’s somewhere I definitely want to visit.”

“Thank you,” she said. His praise triggered a warmth that spread throughout her body. Phil was still unsure how she felt about his snooping around her house while she was asleep. Though, after the way she’d opened her body to him, he probably felt as if her home was open to him, as well.

“Do you want coffee?” she asked, moving away from the door and taking the painting out of his hand. She leaned it against the wall with the others and pulled him out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Jamal stopped their progress and stared down at her for several moments, his brow furrowed.

“Sorry if I intruded,” he said. “I came upon the room by mistake. I was looking for a pantry because I was going to make coffee for you.”

“It’s okay.” She tried to pull him farther into the kitchen.

He didn’t budge. “I’m getting the sense that it really isn’t.”

Phil expelled a frustrated breath. “It’s just that I haven’t worked on any of that stuff in a really long time.

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