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She has to be kidding, so I smirk and say, “You can’t be serious right now.”
“Oh, but I am. You haven’t said one word about my hair, and Jeremiah just met my sister, and look at the way he’s over there gushing over her hair.”
This is a good example of why men dislike bringing their women around other couples. As soon as another man does something the woman feels is lacking in their relationship, she starts complaining. Leslie has obviously forgotten the many ways that I compliment her, but I have no problem reminding her.
“So, are you saying I don’t show you the attention you deserve?”
Remembrance of the many ways I appreciate every inch of her shows up on her cheeks in a blush. “No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying you haven’t mentioned anything about my new hairstyle. That’s all.”
“Oh, because I thought you forgot. In which case, I have no problem taking you home now and reminding you how much I appreciate you and your hair.” I scan her face, then gaze over her flowing locks from the perfectly designed edges to the honey-colored tips.
“I’m talking about—” She waves her hand and says, “Nevermind.”
I grip the sides of her barstool and pull her closer to me. “You see, I show my appreciation in other ways. I have shown much appreciation for your hair many times since I came home from camp.”
She flips her beautiful, long black twists to the side, leaning her head slightly away from me, and smiles over her shoulder blade. "Oh, really? How have you done that?" Her playful demeanor hints at a cat-and-mouse game, and I sense she wants me to fall into the trap she's setting. It's a game we both enjoy, knowing that once it's over, we can be together without inhibitions.
"I've shown you with my actions. I thought you said when it comes to showing appreciation, actions speak louder than words," I playfully respond, matching her energy.
She chuckles. “That sounds like something I would say.”
I finish my drink and slide it across the marble bar top. I look at my beautiful fiancee and immediately want to kiss her plump lips. They are glossed and made for me to kiss. “My dick remembers the acts of appreciation I showed for your hair,” I admit.
“What on earth are you talking about?” She feigns confusion, but I know this is just another part of her cat-and-mouse game.
I ease my hand underneath her long, flowing locks and move up to the nape of her neck. I run my fingers up through the back of her hair until I grip the twists near the root. Massaging her scalp, I ask, “So, when I had your beautiful ass bent over and spread out on our bed and gripped your twists in my palms, you didn’t feel my appreciation for your hair?”
She gasps and looks around the bar to see if anyone has overheard me. She wasn’t expecting me to be so blunt. “Oh, you fight dirty.”
I don’t give one care about who overhears me talking to Leslie as long as she knows that I appreciate her damn hair. I place my free hand on her leg and squeeze it. I could have really skipped this party. It would have been everything for me to have her in the bed right now, bent over and taking this dick from every position imaginable. “Babe, you should know me by now. When it comes to you, I will do whatever it takes to make you understand that I appreciate you.”
I’m about to ask her if she’s ready to leave, but as if on cue, Tank’sWhen Westarts playing. Leslie slides down off the stool to her feet. I still have a grip on her hair, so I pull her back to me. “Where are you going?”
Her hooded gaze stares into mine. Her chocolate brown eyes, the smokey atmosphere, and sensual music give me bedroom vibes.Or maybe that’s just what’s on my mind.
“I want to dance. Come and dance with me, Wayne.”
Hearing her say my name as I grip her hair makes me dip my head down and absorb her lips, pulling her closer to me. Because I crave to have my body next to hers, dancing with her might be my best bet. I don’t know, however, if I’ll be able to stop myself from taking her to the bathroom and pinning her against the wall once the feel of her body starts working on my senses.
I abandon my stool and stand in front of her. She’s so small compared to my frame, but her heeled boots give her extra height. I want to scoop her up and make her wrap her legs around my waist. She’ll probably kill me for pulling that move on her, so I follow her lead as she takes us to the dancefloor.
It’s like an aphrodisiac to be damn near sexed by the woman I love as she moves and glides her jean-clad ass against me. Leslie doesn’t want to slow dance in the traditional sense. Her back is pressed to my front, and she’s throwing her ass on me in a circle. I’ve been rock hard since this dance started, going from Tank to Kane Brown’s Heaven—a song so fitting for the woman who makes me feel like I’m in heaven every time I’m near her.
I bend to reach her ear, moving my hands up and down her form-fitting blue sweater from the place just underneath her breast to her upper thighs. “This feels so good, but baby, I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”
She turns to face me, looking up into my eyes. She touches the side of my face, and that’s all it takes for me to turn into putty for her. She smells divine as I lean in and capture her lips. Her kiss feels like a blanket as she covers me and makes me forget where I am. I can’t remember a time when I felt this uninhibited, and I hate having denied myself four years of hanging out with Leslie like this.
Don’t get me wrong, we have a lot of fun at home or on private vacations, but having her grind her body on me and then kiss me in the middle of this crowded bar beats all. At this very moment, I’m more tuned into her than I have been in the four years we have been together. I should have never kept our love a secret. Letting it be out in the open and free is freeing us both with each passing moment.
The song ends, and a fast track starts playing. Leslie’s brown eyes open slowly. Mine have never closed. Even while kissing her, I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
I begin to pull her toward the VIP, then I get an idea.“I have to use the restroom. Do you want to come back there with me?”I ask, hoping to spend some private time together.
She bites her lip, looking tempted to follow me. Then, it looks like her good sense kicks in, and she decides against it. “So, I don’t think the first night that I get introduced as your fiancee should be the night that we get caught doing the nasty in the men’s bathroom. You go ahead without me, and I’ll go over here and see if I can steal Jasmine away for a moment.”
I pretend to pout, but inside, I’m damn near the point of begging. “I promise I’ll be good. I’m just going to pee, and I want you to be there…for support.”
“Wayne, go use the bathroom.” Leslie chuckles before walking over toward the VIP section, leaving me to temper my desire to have her at this very moment. I watch until she is beyond the velvet rope and standing next to her sister before I head to the back of the bar.
