Fantasy or wishful thinking? Part 3

Getting lost in the music is one thing but getting lost in a kiss and the music is quite another. The DJ honored us with another slow song and it seemed that I was worlds away, just me and this mystery man who was kissing all of my usual reservations right out of me. His free hand roamed as if he already knew my body but the other stayed locked in the thick mass of my red hair. He pulled his head away a few inches; just far enough to look back into my eyes. Then he dipped me, still watching me with those warm brown eyes. His hand moved to my face, then slowly traced its way down through my cleavage to capture my waist and pull me back up to continue dancing in time to the music. Everywhere his hand had touched me was on fire with the heat of his passion.

“So beautiful.” he murmured as he pushed a strand of misplaced hair from my face. I felt the heat rising to my face and I saw the hint of a smile cross his eyes and lips. “I knew when I saw you that I had to get to know you better and hopefully, dance with you. I am glad I came here tonight as it would have been a shame to miss out on all this.”

I was in total agreement as he whirled and twirled us around the floor. Names, for some reason didn’t matter as it was all about the dance and how he made me feel. I was just hoping that I affected him as much as he had me. I didn’t want the night to end, but I knew it was getting close to closing. We had danced for hours and I could have danced all night without stopping. I heard the bartender make his last call for drinks and the DJ announced he was on the last song of the night.

“For all you lovers out there.” the DJ said and the music was perfect. Breathe by Faith Hill.

I did feel swept away by this man and I didn’t want to come back to earth. He held me so close that I could feel his pulse when I placed my head on his shoulder. I turned my head and kissed the spot where the vein pulsed in his neck. I heard the faintest hiss of pleasure escape his lips. I whispered “I enjoyed your company this evening. Too bad it has to end so soon.”

I looked up at him and saw that faint smile again. “Who says it has to end?” he replied in a husky voice that betrayed his emotions. The song had just ended and we made our way back to the bar. He paid his tab and turned to me with a look that made me weak in the knees. “Would you like to join me for breakfast?” he said with a wink and a smile. I blushed as I realized his meaning. If the rest of the night was as fantastic as that last few hours had been, then I knew it would be a night to never forget.

“Oh, I don’t know… you cooking?” I replied as I took his offered arm. “By the way, what is your name?”

More to come… maybe