Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance by Imani King Page B
Authors: Imani King
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cheek. "Do you realize,” he said softly, “that this is the only time left we have left where we still won't have kissed? It'll never be like that again, in just one moment. We’ll never not have kissed again…"
She felt like she was melting in his arms, almost hypnotized by his words, realizing he was right. As much as she wanted to kiss him, there was something beautiful about not yet having kissed him. Knowing it was good to happen, but living in that ephemeral moment before it did.
And then he leaned in a little more, and a little more until their lips touched, and all of their energy passed between them, delicately, sweetly, slowly, the softness of their lips joining together, gaining confidence in their connection, exploring each other's mouths gently and more fully with each passing moment.
Finally, flushed, Jasmine pulled away. She was a bit breathless.
"Should we really be doing this here?" He swept a strand of hair across her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more private."
Jasmine was torn. She wasn't exactly the type to be doing any of this: dating, making it with someone especially in public, going somewhere more private. She cleared her throat. "Actually I was thinking we should probably go somewhere more public ." She looked down shyly.
Leo was a bit confused. No woman had ever attempted such a proposal from him, ever. Did she not like him? But she had responded so well when he kissed her.
"Of course, certainly," he said smoothly. Taking her hand again, they continued to walk around the grounds. "Is there any place that you especially like to go? Sightseeing? Not that there's that much to do around here, but we could always go to London."
"London! Do you mean it? I wasn't sure if I'd have time to get there as a tourist on this trip. We have a few concerts, and aside from today we will probably be mostly in rehearsal."
"Of course we have time, not to worry about that. But we should go now," he said checking the time on his phone.
A surge of excitement flared and Jasmine's chest. Not only would she see one of the greatest cities in the world, but she would be with the most handsome man. He held her hand and they strode to the barn in which his car was kept. She practically skipped along, her heart singing in excitement. For his part, Leo kept up with her, the sore spot on his ass from falling in the bathroom throbbing a little less with each minute.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jasmine and Leo drive to London
Leo's car was a Pagani. It was a strange otherworldly-looking car, a soft, glowing gray exterior, a creamy leather interior. Extremely comfortable. The drive to London was smooth and fast, even when negotiating the twists and turns of the narrow English country roads. It was a little bit strange to get used to driving on the other side of the street, and have everything in reverse, but a Leo was a good driver if a little rash at times on the gas pedal.
"So did you get a chance to listen to the MP3 at all?" Leo said, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Or haven't you mentioned it because you didn't like it?"
Jasmine wasn't sure how she should answer. When she and her musical colleagues discussed music, it was always with serious critique. But she felt that wasn't what Leo would want.
She would be careful. "I did get a chance to listen," she smiled. "Thank you so much for lending it to me! I have to warn you though, I don't listen to much pop music at all, so my opinion probably doesn't mean all that much."
"I'm trying to decide if that means that you didn't like it," he said. "It's okay if you didn't, you can tell me. It's just a bit of a lark anyway, our music, a way to break free and have a good time."
"What I can tell it means something to you, since you wouldn't be singing that way with such conviction if it didn't," she said. His hands snaked over to her leg, stroking it gently. "And I did like
She felt like she was melting in his arms, almost hypnotized by his words, realizing he was right. As much as she wanted to kiss him, there was something beautiful about not yet having kissed him. Knowing it was good to happen, but living in that ephemeral moment before it did.
And then he leaned in a little more, and a little more until their lips touched, and all of their energy passed between them, delicately, sweetly, slowly, the softness of their lips joining together, gaining confidence in their connection, exploring each other's mouths gently and more fully with each passing moment.
Finally, flushed, Jasmine pulled away. She was a bit breathless.
"Should we really be doing this here?" He swept a strand of hair across her face and tucked it behind her ear. "Perhaps we should go somewhere more private."
Jasmine was torn. She wasn't exactly the type to be doing any of this: dating, making it with someone especially in public, going somewhere more private. She cleared her throat. "Actually I was thinking we should probably go somewhere more public ." She looked down shyly.
Leo was a bit confused. No woman had ever attempted such a proposal from him, ever. Did she not like him? But she had responded so well when he kissed her.
"Of course, certainly," he said smoothly. Taking her hand again, they continued to walk around the grounds. "Is there any place that you especially like to go? Sightseeing? Not that there's that much to do around here, but we could always go to London."
"London! Do you mean it? I wasn't sure if I'd have time to get there as a tourist on this trip. We have a few concerts, and aside from today we will probably be mostly in rehearsal."
"Of course we have time, not to worry about that. But we should go now," he said checking the time on his phone.
A surge of excitement flared and Jasmine's chest. Not only would she see one of the greatest cities in the world, but she would be with the most handsome man. He held her hand and they strode to the barn in which his car was kept. She practically skipped along, her heart singing in excitement. For his part, Leo kept up with her, the sore spot on his ass from falling in the bathroom throbbing a little less with each minute.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Jasmine and Leo drive to London
Leo's car was a Pagani. It was a strange otherworldly-looking car, a soft, glowing gray exterior, a creamy leather interior. Extremely comfortable. The drive to London was smooth and fast, even when negotiating the twists and turns of the narrow English country roads. It was a little bit strange to get used to driving on the other side of the street, and have everything in reverse, but a Leo was a good driver if a little rash at times on the gas pedal.
"So did you get a chance to listen to the MP3 at all?" Leo said, cocking an eyebrow at her. "Or haven't you mentioned it because you didn't like it?"
Jasmine wasn't sure how she should answer. When she and her musical colleagues discussed music, it was always with serious critique. But she felt that wasn't what Leo would want.
She would be careful. "I did get a chance to listen," she smiled. "Thank you so much for lending it to me! I have to warn you though, I don't listen to much pop music at all, so my opinion probably doesn't mean all that much."
"I'm trying to decide if that means that you didn't like it," he said. "It's okay if you didn't, you can tell me. It's just a bit of a lark anyway, our music, a way to break free and have a good time."
"What I can tell it means something to you, since you wouldn't be singing that way with such conviction if it didn't," she said. His hands snaked over to her leg, stroking it gently. "And I did like
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