Free A Villain's Kiss by Joany Kane Page A

decided to get some fresh air outside on a quiet, secluded
balcony.   Sophie and Earl were
dancing to the music so I figured I wouldn't be missed.   I closed my eyes and let the sounds and
the feelings of the evening flow through me.

 
    Then
a noise from behind startled me.    Just as I turned around to see what caused the noise my eyes locked with
the darkest brown eyes I have ever seen.   The dark eyes held my glance as if I were under a spell.   A spell cast with longing and desire,
passion and romance.   The eyes took
me to a place I didn't want to leave.   Reluctantly, the connected gaze broke leaving me breathless and
blushing.

 
    "I
didn't mean to frighten you."   The man with the eyes whispered.  

 
    When
I regained my composure I saw that the eyes belonged to the villain from the
play. He was more handsome and dashing in person than on stage.    I realized he must have been
thinking that the villain's eyes scared me, when in truth it was his eyes that stirred a longing in me.

 
    "Oh
no, please, you didn't frighten me at all.    “Just the opposite...” I stammered, catching myself
before I made a fool of myself.    What was I thinking blurting out something as silly as that.   The man smiled.   His smile warmed me like nothing had
ever warmed me before.   Why was I
feeling so star struck?

 
    The
man approached me, looking intently at me, capturing me in another soulful
gaze.   If he wanted me as his
captive, I’d go willingly.

 
    "It's
just that playing the bad guy all the time, I'm used to frightening people.    Off stage, people still think I'm
the villain," he said.

 
    "You
don't seem villainous now." I smiled.

 
    "As
soon as I saw you, I knew my evil ways were behind me."   He teased with a hint of honesty.   A rush of passion filled me as my smile
widened at his flirtatious comment.

 
    I'm
Jason.   I saw you in the front row
this evening.   I hope you enjoyed
the play."   He said.

 
    "I
did, very much, thank you.   It was
a delightful evening."   I
replied, awestruck that he actually remembered seeing me in the audience.

 
    "It
certainly is turning out to be one."   Jason responded, his gaze reaching every cell in my body.    I was about ready to melt.   It was a good thing Jason extended his
hand to me just as the jazz band in the other room began to play a sensual
song.   "May I have this
dance?"   He asked.

 
    I
nodded as I glided effortlessly into his embrace.    We swayed slowly to the song.   Our hearts seemed to beat together as
if they were one.   He held me
close, so very close, as if he never wanted to let me go.    With his body molded to mine I
could feel his desire.

 
    I
prayed that the song would go on forever.   This magical moment with Jason was a treasure that I didn't want to
lose.   A dream come true better
than anything I had ever read on the page or seen on the stage.

 
    As
the song came to an end, Jason continued to hold me close.   He locked eyes with me and leaned in,
his lips connected with mine in a kiss that couldn't have been more Hollywood
magical.   The kiss was tender,
sweet romantic.   At least it
started out that way.

 
    Then
passion kicked in as his tongue parted my lips and thrust into my mouth.   I met his longing with my own, our
tongues searching, exploring, igniting a fire that I didn’t think could ever be
extinguished.   Jason moved his hand
to my breast, cupping it as I moaned, lost in the moment and the ecstasy.

 
    Suddenly
the doors to the balcony flew open.   We pulled apart from each other.   "There you are, Jason."   An older woman hollered.   We've been looking all over for you.   There are some people the director would like you to
meet."

 
    The
older woman grabbed Jason and practically dragged him away from me.   He locked my eyes in a gaze as if
pleading for me to wait for him.   I
waited on the balcony for a bit of time.   He didn’t return.   Over