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We stride back inside, the chill of the night air clinging to our skin. My pulse pounds as I pour two doubles of scotch into glasses and hand one to Jasmine. It’s scary and dangerous, the idea of us being watched over at all times, even if the ghost poses no harm.
She takes a gulp and lets out a nervous laugh. "What a night!"
I down my drink in one go, the burn in my throat a welcome distraction. "A night I could do without."
The laughter drains from Jasmine's face. She sets down her glass, her eyes looking dark.
“What is it?” I ask, suddenly concerned.
She looks at me like she’s holding back. Her juicy, luscious lips open and then she closes them again.
I walk over, and take her hand in mine. They feel soft, gentle. I slowly linger in circles over her knuckles. "Dimmi, amore mio,” I urge her. – Tell me, my love.
Maybe it’s that I called her my love, or the way I try to create a safe space around her, but I embolden her.
She looks at me and lets out a sigh, her brows burrowed deep. "Not everything about it was bad, was it?"
Her gaze flickers to my mouth and heat flares in my belly at the memory of our kiss. Now, I understand. When I said I could do without tonight, she thought I meant I regretted the kiss too.
I step closer, crowding her against the bar. "No, not everything." I drop my voice to a rough whisper. "The thought of your lips on mine is one I'd like to repeat, for each night to come."
Jasmine's breath catches and she tilts her chin up in invitation. I capture her mouth in a searing kiss, all the pent-up desire for her and the adrenaline of the night fueling my hunger.
She opens for me immediately, her tongue dancing with mine as I back her against the wall.
A soft moan escapes her and the sound goes straight to my cock. My hands roam over the curves of her body, remembering how she looked in that tight black dress when she first walked into the palazzo’s grand hall.
I imagined her naked all through the party, and now I'm moments away from seeing that fantasy come to life.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, nipping at her pulse point. "Bedroom. Now. You have no idea the things I want to do to you."
“Oh yeah? Like what?”
“I’d have to show you. They’re far too dirty to put into words.”
“What?’ she teases, trying to hide the blush that creeps down her cheeks and blush. “Afraid you’ll scare me off?”
“Something tells me nothing scares you off,” I admit the truth.
She smiles at me, and I smack her ass. She moans, and inches closer to me, teasing my dick under my trousers with her hands, her eyes glazed with lust.
So, I deduce that she likes it when I smack her. The thought of dominating her in bed, exploring her limits, turns me on beyond belief.
The next thing I know, I sweep her off her feet, into my arms and lead her to my room, ready to finally worship every inch of her body. The night may have started as a disaster, but it's turning into something else entirely.
We stumble into my room, a tangle of roaming hands and hungry mouths. I kick the door shut behind us and press Jasmine against it, hiking up her dress.
"So wet for me already," I groan, fingers gliding through her slick folds. I rub tight circles around her clit until her knees start to buckle, then scoop her up and carry her to the bed.
She lies back on the silk sheets, hair fanned out around her and lips swollen from our kisses. I could stare at her like this forever, a goddess waiting to be ravished.
My hands shake slightly as I reach for the zipper on her black lace dress. The fabric clings to her body like a second skin, accentuating every curve and dip of her figure.
"Jasmine, you look absolutely stunning in this dress," I murmur, unable to tear my eyes away from her. "I've been imagining you naked under it all night, but seeing you now...it's so much better than anything my mind could conjure."
She blushes and gives me a coy smile.
I take my time undressing her, savoring the sight of her bared skin, the heat of her body radiating against mine. Our eyes lock, and I know that this moment will forever be etched into my memory.
