We listened as Mark got up to give a few words of thanks for everyone attending the reopening of Mahogany. He was an articulate man but with a challenged sense of humor. Mark handed the stage back over to Raheem to continue his romantic serenades. Azmir must have felt the same about Mark’s skewed sense of humor because he commented on it and told me stories about him trying to help his friend with pick-up lines. We laughed endlessly and freely at the worst pick-up lines we’d ever heard. Azmir laughing...wow!
My mirth slowed before his at some point because I couldn’t ignore the allure of his profile as Azmir’s attention went to his musical instruments that were given as gifts placed there on the table. He closely observed it and read the instructions. Azmir’s cheekbones sat high and curved with strong masculinity. His eyelashes curled wonderfully above his crescent-shaped eyes that were a mesmeric shade of brown with depths below the deepest of seas. His mouth was slender but his full lips spoke endless sensual possibilities. I drank in his low haircut that was always trimmed with precision.
My heart beat rapidly in my chest and the pulse between my legs pleaded with me to let it be known. I had to have him. I could fool Michelle into my failing mission to take things slow, but that all faded in Azmir’s presence. I saw visions of me on top of him milking him from between my legs and watching his eyes roll back. Hell, I’d even dreamed about it a few times. It was during times like this when I was around him that I lost all restraints. Azmir caught my ogling and his mouth twitched into a smirk sending me into lecherous fury.
“I want you.”
Shit! The words slipped from my mouth sans approval from my brain.
“I know.”
WHAT?
“H-how do you know?” I swallowed in an attempt to wet my sudden raspy voice.
His tantalizing eyes slanted, giving away his thoughts and he craned his neck to whisper in my ear, “Because I can feel the reverberation of you throbbing on the bench.”
I gasped all of a sudden feeling inundated with shame and need. I grabbed the base of my neck feeling exposed. Looking around our booth I felt exposed, though I knew in all good sense that no one was paying us attention as the show was in full flow. And not to mention we were far out of hearing range for the entire room in the large circular booth, but I felt as bare as being nude.
I felt my tongue reach the back of my mouth not realizing it was one of Azmir’s tendencies until he said, “No. There’s no need to be embarrassed. It’s perfectly okay to have an intact libido.”
I felt the pull from deep down and in no time, the pool in my panties pushed me to adjust myself in my seat. I needed to regain control of myself and this conversation.
“I’m just kidding…being a little too flirtatious.” That was weak, but an attempt nonetheless. And Azmir wasn’t buying it, I could tell from the sleek grin that formed on his beautiful face. I scoffed, “You may not be all that great in bed anyway. You know what they say, not one person can have it all.” That was delivered more believably. I was desperate for a rebound.
Azmir gazed deep into my eyes locking them in place. It was the strangest way I’d ever connected with a man. I couldn’t move my gaze, neither could I breathe, I was somehow paralyzed. He scooted over closer and immediately I felt the heat radiating from his proximity, his delicious scent blanketed me, deluding me of all good judgment and awareness of my surroundings. He lowered his mouth to my ear, “Breathe, Brimm. Breathe.”
“I’m fine,” I managed to mutter over my heaving chest. I could no longer hold in air. He was so close that all I had to do was hiccup and my lips would fall on his.