Page 12 of Platinum Love: A BWWM Romance

I turn to Hunter, and the room dims around the edges. The heat lingering in her eyes leaves me with few choices and ignoring what I see isn’t an option.

“They dance together every morning. It’s how he keeps the spark alive.” I smile giving myself time to make a decision. “His words not mine.”

“That’s romantic.”

Hunter glances over as Asher pulls Jazz close to him into a slow dance. The only break between their bodies is the obvious baby bump. I look back over at Hunter and see her guard drop, a little. And I extend a hand to her.

“Dance with me.”

Her eyes dart between my hand and my eyes. What I see surprises me. She’s unsure. The music is swirling around us, and suddenly, my doubts are irrelevant. The differences between us seem less important. It’s easy to use Zoe as an excuse. But what man in his right mind would want to approach Hunter with empty hands?

I earn a decent living. I own my home. I’m honest and trustworthy. I don’t live in her world of luxury trips and rich to do friends. But today, she’s in my world.

“It’s just a dance, Jo.” She places her hand in mine, and I fold her into my arms. The chorus in my head is happy with her body next to mine. I inhale her soft flower fragrance reminding my heart to function. I’ve imagined holding her, and this is ten times better. Hunter takes a deep breath, and I feel her relax against me.

“I recall the first day we met. ‘Hey handsome, my name is Hunter, but my friends call me Jo.’” I raise my voice to mimic hers.

“I do not sound like that.”

“You do when you’re drunk.”

Jo turns her head with the sexiest smirk. “I don’t get drunk.”

“So you meant to call me a nun last night?” It’s my turn to tease, because today, I get to see her animated expressions up close and personal. And she doesn’t disappoint, as she cuts her eyes over at me then glances away. “And what makes you think I’m a nun?”

Shrug. Her eyes linger on my mouth longer than usual before turning away. A bubble of anticipation brings on a slew of nerves as we dance. My hands encircle her tiny waist, and her arms are draped around my neck.

“What the Hunter Preston is speechless? I’ve been working here for a year—”

“Give or take.” She knows.

“And I can’t recall a time you haven’t popped off a colorful comeback. Why is that Jo?” I hardly hear anyone call her Jo, but it was how she introduced herself the first time we met. Using it feels intimate, it feels right.

“Maybe it's because last night was the first time we had a real conversation.”

I hear something in her voice, and I pull my head back to see her beautiful face. “I don’t believe that’s the case. You’re always occupied, and I’m working. I think it’s more about timing.”

I’d hate to be cliché and compare her skin to chocolate or some sort of delectable candy. But I can’t help it, the smooth texture reminds me of blonde chocolate and the fact that she always smells like dessert makes it hard to focus when she’s around. And now my shirt will smell like her, as her breasts rest against my chest. And my pants, where her thighs are pressed against my thighs. I fight the urge to allow my hands to roam the terrain of her body, committing it to memory. Because I can’t imagine when I’ll have her this close again.

My heart is beating, and I hold her tighter as the lyrics of the song underscore this moment…teach you how to love. Isn’t that what we all want? To learn how to love or is it to find real love?

I can’t let the music or the softness of her body cause me to look past the responsibilities of my life. I’m not the carefree guy I once was, nor do I want to be. I love my life. But having someone, the right someone feels like the missing piece.

Jo turns and brings our lips within breathing space. Fuck it. I lower my mouth covering her. She moans, and it vibrates through first like a soothing balm, then it ignites the sexual tension I always feel when I see her. My tongue slips into the depths of her mouth, and I’m ready to explore. She trembles, and I hold her tighter, not willing to end my quest just yet. The kiss is leisurely. Then the hunger increases in a kiss that holds nothing back. She gives, and I give back. Her fingers tug at the nape of my neck, and my hands cup her pillow-soft ass. The chorus in my head constantly reminding me of school field trips, grocery lists, group projects is drowned out by…Jo.

I reluctantly pull back. She grips my bottom lip in an erotic suckle. Passion filled eyes hold mine. I could beg to have her, right here, right now. I glance over my shoulder, and we’re alone. The track changes, and I realize I could get lost in Jo. And I’m not sure how I feel about that. Because nothing about her says I’m the type of dude she’d take serious. And as much as I want her, I don’t have time for games. I take a step back. Her hands drop from my chest to her sides.

“Let’s get to work.”

Chapter 6

Hunter

I’m shocked. We go from him tonguing me down to sitting across from each other like strangers. “I’m trippin.”

“What makes you say that?” Ben lifts his head from his laptop. We’ve been in this question and answer mode for forty minutes.

I stop myself. My tongue can get mad sharp and disrespectful. But we had something on the dance floor, and now it’s back to business.

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