Hot. Crowded. Loud. Keesha pushed her way through the club to find relief on the isolated balcony. The short, black filmy skirt swirled around her bare thighs as she moved towards the railing. Dark brown curls brushed against her milk chocolate cheeks. Drawing in a deep breath, she closed her eyes and lifted her head towards the moon.
"Mmm..." she whispered as she exhaled slowly.
"My sentiments exactly."
The rich masculine voice came just behind her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she whipped around to face the man who'd been observing her. He stood just in the shadows, but she could see the tips of his black boots and the legs of the matching black jeans.
Her hand moved to her throat. Her eyes flashed angrily. "Who are you? Come out of the shadows!"
"As you wish?" he murmured.
He stepped into the beam of the full moon's light. Standing at least 6'1 and dressed head to toe in black, he was a handsome man. Shiny, jet black hair was cropped close to his head. His golden skin was luminescence in the ensemble he'd chosen.
Her breath became ragged. She moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. In raspy voice, she whispered his name, "Jian-Wa."
"Hello, Keesha. Welcome back to Philly," the Russell Wong look-alike murmured. "It's been a long time."
He took her hand and pressed his open mouth against her knuckles. His tongue flicked across her flesh, leaving her wet and wanting more.
She could barely speak. "I-I didn't know you were here."
He smiled at the flustered woman before him. "I know."
Jian-Wa grasped Keesha's waist and pulled her against his lean, hard frame. His hands pressed against her bare back, stroking the prickly flesh in tiny circles. He lowered his head down to her ear. His breath was warm and tickled her ear. "Feels like old times."
"Yes," she grudgingly admitted. "But we can't go back there."
He raised his head and looked down at her. "No, we can't," he agreed.
Keesha prepared herself for the removal of his warm body pressed so intimately against hers. She knew it was imminent.
This is what always happened between them. Their worlds were different.
Being together was too pleasurable to be allowed.
She prepared herself for the moment and waited.
"The past is dead, but the present and future are alive, Keesha," he responded in a low, seductive voice. His hand slid from her back. It took her hand and guided it to his hard and ready crotch. Then he placed his hand over the supple mound of her breast. "Feel that, Keesha?" he asked. "That's passion. That's us and it's alive. Don't walk away from it. Not again."
Keesha shuddered as he throbbed against her slender hand. His fingers kneaded and molded her curves. In a daze, she shook her head vigorously. "No, Jian-Wa. I won't walk away again."
A smile of triumph glittered in his brown eyes before he lowered his head and claimed her lips in a kiss that sealed their vow forever.
~ The End ~