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Author: Imani King
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“Didn’t we meet the other day?” He smiled.
“I believe so,” she grinned back, heart in her throat.
“My name’s Leo,” he growled, hand still on her shoulder, making her tremble a little. “But I don’t know your name.”
“This is Jasmine,” Kerry said, leaning in. Leo winked at her.
“Well Jasmine,” his hand lightly traced her shoulder strap, “Would you like to dance?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Leo
Her latte-colored skin under his fingers was soft – almost impossibly so. He couldn’t help but caress it a little as he leaned in toward her. She also smelled incredible. And the black gown was highlighting all her curves.
“Didn’t we meet the other day?” He smiled. He was a bit nervous. It had been so long since he had felt nervous about anything to do with women, that he almost didn’t recognize the sensation. Luckily he was almost able to go on autopilot when it came to getting girls. They mostly just fell into his lap.
Quite literally, he thought with a smile.
Her voice was smooth, but he thought could hear some nerves behind it as well. He inhaled her scent again as her nosy friend introduced her.
Jasmine. Jasmine. That was the goddess’s name. Perfect.
Now was the time to ask her, if any. His body was responding to her wildly, urging him to pull her toward him, crush her in his arms, but he focused on the small expanse of skin under his left fingertip. The silky smooth skin, perfect size for a kiss. Or a lick.
The amount of alcohol he had up until that point was nearly ideal. Enough to ask her to dance without appearing a mad fool, but not so much that he lost all his inhibitions and groped her or something. He imagined pulling up her dress, and lowering his pants, knowing he was practically ready to take her then and there. But that’s not what this was about somehow. Dammit.
She lowered her eyes in an unexpectedly alluring way.
“Why I’d love to,” came her answer. “I thought you’d never ask.” He wanted her badly – to hear the purr of her voice in his ear as he laid her, pounding her sweet pussy until she had to let loose and cry out. Instead he held out his arm for her to take and they walked to the dance floor.
It was as he expected. All eyes on him. On them. Why did they even get shocked anymore? She may have been ‘wrong’ for him in all traditional ways, but what did he care about that? So what if most would see a musician playing at a wedding as some kind of servant. No matter if she was the kind of musician who would sear your memories into your brain, memories of pain and pleasure – she’d still be ‘the help’ in their eyes. And the fact that she was another race, and an American, didn’t help too much either.
But fuck that. For once he wasn’t doing any of this to shock anyone, or to get attention.
No, he just wanted to dance with this lovely young thing, to rest his hand lightly on the side of her hip as they swayed, to lead her around the floor, to feel her move with the music.
And for a few moments, that’s what it was. Just beautiful, subtle communication between her body and his, gentle touches sending waves of electricity. He focused on her lowered lashes, as every now and then he would be rewarded by the flash of her amber, gold-specked eye meeting his.
God she’s beautiful.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jasmine
His dancing was practiced, clearly. They glided around the room, lightly, easily, his hand floating on her hip, the other, warm and grasping her own. She was glad for the few lessons she had had in dancing as a kid, but even if she hadn’t a clue her left foot from her right, the way he was leading her allowed her to relax.
“How did you learn to dance like this?” She finally asked him, when she was able to get herself to look him in the eye. She tried to listen to the answer but she was caught in looking at him, admiring the line of
“Didn’t we meet the other day?” He smiled.
“I believe so,” she grinned back, heart in her throat.
“My name’s Leo,” he growled, hand still on her shoulder, making her tremble a little. “But I don’t know your name.”
“This is Jasmine,” Kerry said, leaning in. Leo winked at her.
“Well Jasmine,” his hand lightly traced her shoulder strap, “Would you like to dance?”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Leo
Her latte-colored skin under his fingers was soft – almost impossibly so. He couldn’t help but caress it a little as he leaned in toward her. She also smelled incredible. And the black gown was highlighting all her curves.
“Didn’t we meet the other day?” He smiled. He was a bit nervous. It had been so long since he had felt nervous about anything to do with women, that he almost didn’t recognize the sensation. Luckily he was almost able to go on autopilot when it came to getting girls. They mostly just fell into his lap.
Quite literally, he thought with a smile.
Her voice was smooth, but he thought could hear some nerves behind it as well. He inhaled her scent again as her nosy friend introduced her.
Jasmine. Jasmine. That was the goddess’s name. Perfect.
Now was the time to ask her, if any. His body was responding to her wildly, urging him to pull her toward him, crush her in his arms, but he focused on the small expanse of skin under his left fingertip. The silky smooth skin, perfect size for a kiss. Or a lick.
The amount of alcohol he had up until that point was nearly ideal. Enough to ask her to dance without appearing a mad fool, but not so much that he lost all his inhibitions and groped her or something. He imagined pulling up her dress, and lowering his pants, knowing he was practically ready to take her then and there. But that’s not what this was about somehow. Dammit.
She lowered her eyes in an unexpectedly alluring way.
“Why I’d love to,” came her answer. “I thought you’d never ask.” He wanted her badly – to hear the purr of her voice in his ear as he laid her, pounding her sweet pussy until she had to let loose and cry out. Instead he held out his arm for her to take and they walked to the dance floor.
It was as he expected. All eyes on him. On them. Why did they even get shocked anymore? She may have been ‘wrong’ for him in all traditional ways, but what did he care about that? So what if most would see a musician playing at a wedding as some kind of servant. No matter if she was the kind of musician who would sear your memories into your brain, memories of pain and pleasure – she’d still be ‘the help’ in their eyes. And the fact that she was another race, and an American, didn’t help too much either.
But fuck that. For once he wasn’t doing any of this to shock anyone, or to get attention.
No, he just wanted to dance with this lovely young thing, to rest his hand lightly on the side of her hip as they swayed, to lead her around the floor, to feel her move with the music.
And for a few moments, that’s what it was. Just beautiful, subtle communication between her body and his, gentle touches sending waves of electricity. He focused on her lowered lashes, as every now and then he would be rewarded by the flash of her amber, gold-specked eye meeting his.
God she’s beautiful.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Jasmine
His dancing was practiced, clearly. They glided around the room, lightly, easily, his hand floating on her hip, the other, warm and grasping her own. She was glad for the few lessons she had had in dancing as a kid, but even if she hadn’t a clue her left foot from her right, the way he was leading her allowed her to relax.
“How did you learn to dance like this?” She finally asked him, when she was able to get herself to look him in the eye. She tried to listen to the answer but she was caught in looking at him, admiring the line of
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