Free Reckless Love: A Billionaire Baby Steamy Fantasy Multicultural Love Story Rockstar Romance by Imani King

put some music on – some sort of ambient rock – and they sat. Her hands fingered the velvet of the couch nervously. She was still unsure what they were doing, and whether she should throw all caution to the wind, call it a European adventure, or whether she should keep her head and see if this thing had any future.
     
    “Leo,” she started.

“What is it?”
     
    “Leo – I’m really sorry, but I am not exactly sure what we’re doing.”

“We’re sitting on my couch, listening to Portishead,” he said.

“Well I know that,” she grinned. “But what are we doing?” Her hand reached out of its own accord and twisted in his hair. He inclined his head to her touch, and then turned to kiss her wrist, holding her arm gently to him. She was hypnotized again, mesmerized, all thoughts of “what they were doing” out the window as his lips reached the sensitive skin at the crook of her elbow.
     
    He licked it softly, tasting the salty sweet mocha skin, extending her arm so that her wrist was on his shoulder, then kissed a lingering trail up her arm to her shoulder. Nudging her shirt, he exposed a little more of the curve of her breast, and kissed it softly, his hand supporting her as she lolled her head back in pleasure. He pulled her bra out of the way, bit by bit, kissing each millimeter of flesh, cupping her breast, and finally settling on the hard nipple, his mouth enveloping, tonguing, nibbling.

Her clit was on fire, ready for him, the feathery licks on her hard nubs translating directly to her center. Her breath fast and heavy, she was feeling close to orgasm, even though he wasn’t directly touching her there. Leaning forward again, she tried to remember why she wanted to stop – but instead buried her nose in the silky strands of his hair as he unhurriedly sucked her dark nipple. The warm wetness of his mouth, the texture of his tongue, the dangerously tantalizing edge of his teeth.
     
    “Leo,” she murmured.
     
    “Jasmine,” he said back to her. Her name sounded so good in his voice, in his accent.
     
    “Oh god Leo.” Her voice was barely audible, but she felt like screaming his name. His hand had slipped between her legs, and as he kissed her, he began to rub her through her jeans, his musician hands expertly sensing her rhythm and pace. She wanted to please him too, wanted to feel him, his full length, see his cock spring out and bounce when he pulled down his boxer briefs, wanted to suck him, but she was paralyzed by his attention as it was. She reached down to stroke him as well, her hands trying to close around him through the fabric.
     
    “Oh fuck Jasmine, that feels good,” he murmured. It was true. Even if he’d had experts touching his cock, groupies, call girls hired for the band, there was always something missing from the experience. And he never knew why, either. He just figured that it was a lie, what people said about sex.
    Sex was just a commodity, he figured, something to trade, something to feel for the moment and throw away until the next opportunity. Nothing of real value. More like just eating a nice dinner. But this was different. When she touched him, he felt it. He felt the passion of her, of her fingers, of her soul, and--dare he say it--her heart. The feeling was beyond compare. Her fingers might stumble a little here and there, but there was a real sincerity to her touch, unlike the girls who were trying to impress him with their porn star skills.
     
    He wasn't ready to call it anything yet, but it felt like something. Something new, something fragile – but something very real.
     
    "All right, mate? Where'd you find this slag?" the voice was rough, drunk.
     
    Nigel.
     
    Goddamn motherfucking Nigel.
     
    Jasmine sat up with a start. She pulled her shirt across her chest to cover herself. “Who’s this?” She asked quietly. Leo leaned back against the velvet couch, his head hanging.
     
    "Jasmine, this is Nigel, my guitarist and apparently my house