Interruption
Author's Note: Hey Readers! That was my first ever attempt at writing a romantic scene! I want to capture the passion and sexual tension between Dallas and Laila without going overboard or being unrealistic. There's going to be more of it (plot relevant, of course!) and a few twists and turns in Dallas's life that makes him reconsider his life choices.
When Laila walked into the Xquisite Club at eight pm, she wasn't dressed in her jeans and Kelly's T-shirt. She was wearing a red backless dress that reached her knees. On her feet were three - inch red stilettos. Her hair was swept over her shoulder, displaying her Om tattoo, and she was wearing lipstick as red as her dress. Her eyes were lined with black kohl. The clinging dress made her look even slimmer than usual. She was dressed far simply than a lot of other girls, most of whom were in glittery dresses much shorter than hers, but she managed to turn heads. I was holding my breath. She really looked a Laila - beautiful, sexy, and confident. I walked towards her. She grinned when she saw me in my low slung black trousers and white shirt. I'll doffed my cowboy hat at her. "Lookin' beautiful, M'lady," I purred, wrapping my arms around her waist. My thumbs brushed her bare back. She grinned, her teeth looking whiter due to the red lipstick. "Hey handsome. Been looking forward to seeing you." she replied. I grinned. I liked the way she said exactly what she was feeling. She never played with a man's feelings or played hard to get. Her honesty made her even more attractive. With each passing moment I spent in her company, I found it harder to resist her. "What say we go to my office? A lil' privacy." I said in low voice. She nodded and held my hand. I pulled her gently through the crowd, ignoring a surprised looking Mark as I opened the door to my office and let her in. I closed the door and locked it. She was looking at my posters with a blank face. "What?" I asked. "Nothing," she said, looking wistful. I took a step closer to her and held her shoulders. "Laila, what's wrong?" I asked, looking into her dark, vibrant eyes that now looked sad. What thoughts had my posters spawned in her mind to make her sad? Was she unhappy with the fact that I was in the adult industry? I had to know. Her opinion was very important to me. I wasn't sure why. "Lail-" I began again, but she cut me off by kissing me hard the mouth. Her kiss had even more passion than this afternoon. She took my face in her hands, kissing me long and hard. Our tongues met, and my hands cupped her cheeks as I kissed her back. "Laila, what-" I began to ask hoarsely when she abruptly pushed me away, but I trailed off when I saw what she was doing. She slid the thin, satiny straps of her dress over one shoulder at a time and pushed her dress to her waist, baring her torso to me. Her stomach was smooth and flat. Her collarbones were defined, but they didn't jut out. Her shoulders slid down into slim, firm arms. And her breasts...firm, caramel coloured with brown nipples, round and full, but not big. They were just right for her build. She was a woman in her prime. She reached up for my face and pulled me back down to her lips. I wrapped my hands around her slender waist and slid them up slowly till I reached her breasts. I rubbed them, pulled them gently with my palms, and moved my thumbs over her nipples in circles. She broke the kiss and threw her head back against the wall, clutching my biceps for support and moaning softly. She reached blindly for my shirt and tried to unbutton it. Her fingers were shaking with passion and she couldn't concentrate, so I helped her, a bit short of breath myself. When it as unbuttoned, she eased it off my shoulders and bared my biceps, letting the shirt hand from the crook of my elbows. She kissed my lips hard and stepped back. "Dallas, you're beautiful." she breathed, looking at my bare chest, stomach and biceps. For the first time in years, I blushed at a compliment. Women had seen my bare body before. I was a stripper, after all. But no woman had EVER looked at me with such fierce longing...a longing that was as emotional as it was physical. No woman had ever looked at me like how Laila was looking at me now. My heart pounded against my chest, a dual reaction to the fact that I was turned on and that I was in love. Yes, in love.
I was about to reach for her when there was a knock at the door. "Dal?" asked Mark, sounding worried, "Mike's here. To take Adam away."