Chapter 54

***Levi.***

Tonight, was for Kenya.

I wasn't deterred from laying down my weapons. Waving my white flag. I missed being inside her, terribly. I missed our old connection. And I had no idea to mend the rip. To return us back.

Walking into the penthouse, I was greeted by silence. I locked the door, moving further in.

Crossing to mount the stairs, a sight halted me.

Kenya, dressed in a transparent, pepper red strapless gown, stood on the doorway of the dining area. Her entire intimate parts, on display. Her hair, in a low chignon. I frowned, confusion creasing my forehead. My appreciative gaze, drank her in, assessing all she had to offer. Her perky breasts, full and welcoming beneath the dress. Enthralling. I lowered my gaze to the shadow that darkened in-between her thighs. My nerves heightened at the sight.

"Good evening husband. The monitor announced your arrival, so I got myself ready to welcome you." Kenya greeted sultrily, her eyes brazen.

I grew wide eyed, at her address. I had never heard her acknowledge me as her husband and I found myself baffled at it. Shifting a studious gaze to her, I saw a falter in her gaze, giving away a crack in her demeanor. I suddenly wondered at her countenance, what she was playing at. Suspicion and desire, warring within me.

Nodding my head, I redirected my steps and sauntered leisurely towards her, my dark gaze holding hers. I noticed Kenya squirm under my heated gaze, her thighs instinctively coming together. An evidence that her seduction equally affected her, as it did me. A dark grin danced on my lips.

Drawing close to her, her perfume, warming me senseless; roses and lavender. A new perfume, perhaps, I inhaled.

"You smell good, wife." I intoned, my breath grazing her right ear. Kenya inhaled a sharp breath, the sound, thrilling. Desire surged within me and centered in my aroused length. Seeing her discomfort, I smirked. I thumbed her chin, lowering my lips to claim a kiss. Soft. Slow. Intimate. Kenya moaned, impulsively, her eyes closed as she drank me in.

Pushing her, until her back was against the door, I deepened the kiss. Pressing myself, until there wasn't a space left.

My hands came up her sides, caressing her bare hands. Groping her and singing her skin, through the thin fabric of her dress. I didn't draw close to her breasts. Her nipples pointed, awaiting my touch. Her body caved, making Kenya hold me for support. Her hands, splayed on my shoulders, clutching me.

"Am sure there was a reason you had this done?" I asked against her lips. My whisper, hoarse. Kenya paused briefly, her eyes watching me, before she nodded.

"I made dinner." She smiled. I pulled back and watched her with fascination.

"You cooked? But there is the staff?" I incredulously asked. Mild amazement enveloping me. My heart already warm. I wondered if I had fallen from that building to my death that night, and not the journalist. Because this looked like I had died and gone to Heaven. Kenya, seducing, cooking for me; life couldn't be better.

"I had help and they all retired for the night." Kenya smiled sweetly. A balm to my condemned soul. Nodding in understanding, I smiled, tugging her hand.

"Come on, let's eat." I led us to the dining table.

The entire dinner arrangement was breathtaking, impressive. I was mesmerized at Kenya's efforts. A complete candle light with scented pillar candles, gracing the smooth, white marble, dining surface. The foods covered in fancy dinner wares. I sat on a dining stool, watching her with genuine interest, as she maneuvered the dining, serving us.

Sitting beside me, we ate in comfortable silence. I watched her from guarded eyes, as I ate. My mind distracted from the feel of all her bare skin beneath. The taste of the food; Rice, draped in a savory sauce, salad and chicken, was exquisite, sending me to a fever. The selected wine, a sweet Merlot variety, was smooth on the tongue and a perfect balance of fruity flavors. Dry, yet perfect. Its smell, earthy.

After eating, Kenya rose to go bring the desserts. My gaze lingered on her swaying hips. The outline of her bare bottom, showing underneath. When she returned, she dropped my dessert, her fingers lazily trailing mine. I swallowed, the gesture, which I couldn't determine if it was deliberate, sent me to madness.

I lowered my gaze to the glass of dessert; a chocolate hazelnut dessert, laced with dried mangoes and chocolate ganache, smelled divine. But something else called, a torturous desire. A burning so strong, I shook within. My hands trembling from all the course of pleasure that travelled through me. All her delectable self, mine for the taking.

"Come here." I beckoned with my dark gaze calling to Kenya. My dessert decided.

Kenya rose to her feet, measured steps swaying her hips, as she closed the distance.

I gently tugged her, closer, pressing my face to her belly, tasting her heat. She smelled sweet. I nipped her, kissed her on the spot, through the fabric. Kenya held my head, raking her fingers through my silky hair. I lowered my lips to her heated flesh, and kissed her there. Smelling her hot, heady arousal.

Lifting Kenya off the ground, I placed her on the dining surface. Her sharp intake of breath, trilling my senses. Shifting her further inside, I reached for my glass of dessert. Smiling, playfully.

"You haven't said a word to me in days, barely acknowledging my presence. How come tonight, not that am complaining." I hastily added the last bit. Kenya put her fingers into my hair, hesitantly kissing me. Delicious.

"My period. Women get cranky in those few days. Hormones." Her eyes crinkled, amusedly.

"I hope it wasn't too painful. I understand It can be disconcerting." I expressed, concerned. Recalling mum's painful episodes.

"A little." Her expression, thoughtful. "How did you know about the discomfort that accompanies it?"