Release by Louise J Page B

showing the hollow of
his collarbones. I want to put the tip of my tongue there. Taste him. Oh, I so
desperately want to touch him, taste him. His black trousers look as good as
his denims. As always, his well cared for locks are bound in a low ponytail. My
fingers are itching to clasp one and play with it for the duration of our
journey. With his arm outstretched along the back of the seat, I actually have
to hold back from shifting over some more and nestling into the little alcove
his position provides. I can’t wait to dance with him and get close in an
innocent situation.
    With all the subtlety I can
manage, I will be taking advantage.
    Bring it on!

Fourteen:
Dane
    In the club, we head straight for the coat check. I
can already feel the body heat radiating from the dance floor, it’s sizzling
out there. When Brooklyn takes her coat off, my own body temperature rockets –
I cannot believe my eyes.
    She’s unaware of all the
attention she’s demanding right now, including mine.
    Her long, toned legs are on
full display thanks to the little red skirt ending bare inches below her butt.
Damn, those legs really are fine. The black shirt molds so nicely to her upper
body and it’s tucked into the waistband of her skirt and, holy shit, with the
low cut of the back it’s clear to me there’s no bra underneath. The entire
outfit embraces her sensual, toned curves, all wrapped in silky-soft olive
skin.
    Brooklyn Scott is pure,
potent seduction, and I can’t even make my lips move to compliment her.
    Tonight is going to take a
lot of restraint on my part.
    As I pass the guy in the
booth Brooklyn’s coat, I watch her take the ticket in exchange. Her crimson
colored finger nails look erotic. All I can think of is feeling them press into
the flesh of my back while I’m between her thighs with my cock buried deep
inside her. Hell, there isn’t a single part of her that doesn’t scream sex.
Even her straight, glossy hair ending below her ribs screams sex. I’d like to
gather it in my fist and– damn, I have to stop the visions that are forming in
my head.
    Being polite, I let her lead
the way to the bar. Fuck, she has the hottest walk and the skirt bounces
slightly as she strides. There’s no way we’ll dance together without me getting
hard, I hope she’s prepared for that. I do not possess the level of control
needed to stop it, I’m a full-blooded male and my body will respond to physical
contact with her. I’ll make no apologies for that, either.
    When we stand at the bar,
waiting for our drinks, I finally get my mouth to work and move closer, to
speak in her ear. As I do, I take in the sweet scent of her perfume. She smells
edible. “Brooklyn, you look amazing.” Up this close, every single inch of me is
screaming to take her right now.
    I’ve never wanted a woman as
much as this in my entire fucking life.
    Her gaze locks with mine, a
smile gracing her lightly glossed lips. “Thank you.”
    I lean closer again, this
time I place my hand against her lower back. She feels slighter than I
expected. “Quite a contrast to that first day at the Purple Cafe.”
    She puts her mouth to my
ear. “Absolutely,” is all she says, but I feel her warm breath against my lobe
like an inviting sexual stroke.
    Fucking hell. I grit my
teeth. Hard.
    Distracting myself, I drink
some of my pineapple and white rum, but the sight of Brooklyn sipping her red
wine steals my attention again.
    “Dance with me,” I request.
I have to feel her near me.
    She smiles, totally game,
and lowers her glass down onto the bar.
    I take her by the hand and
head toward the music.

Fifteen:
Brooklyn
    Oh. My. Gosh. Physical contact with Dane! Anyone would
think I’m a virgin – this alone is raising my excitement to ridiculous levels,
it’s as though I’ve never been touched by a man before. How are we actually
going to dance together if I feel this way already? All he’s doing is holding
the tips of my fingers with the tips of his.
    But it is