Track 5 : If you say ‘Yes’, I promise, It will be Good.
Making his way through the crowd, Danny followed Jasmine out of the club, catching up with her outside.
“Jazz,” Danny said, rushing in front of her, stopping her progress to her car.
“Spit it out. No more games.” Jasmine stared at him. “I don’t want to—
“Yes, you do,” Danny said, his hands on her slender shoulders.
“I need you to.”
“I can’t,” Jasmine said.
Danny shook his head, then looking at her, he cursed under his breath and leaned in. He kissed her hard, a demanding kiss that took her breath away. Pulling her against him, he kissed her with all the frustration she caused him. It pleased him when she clung to his arms.
When they both needed air, he pulled away and asked, “I want that every day. Don’t you?”
“I’m sorry,” Jasmine said, her eyes bright under the street lights. “I don’t want to hurt, Danny. I know you how much you can hurt me, Danny, and I don’t want it.”
“I could never—, look at me, Jazz—, I could never hurt you,” Danny insisted. “Jesus, Jasmine, can’t you see how much you matter to me?”
Jasmine looked away, those tears in her eyes breaking free and sliding down her cheeks.
“I don’t want it.”
“What happens if I keep pushing?” Danny asked, tilting her face up with a finger, so that he could look into her eyes. “I never figured you for a coward.”
“I’m not a coward,” Jasmine said, stepping away from him. “Just protective of my heart. Will you give Terry a ride home? Tell her I had to go.”
Jasmine hurried to her car, and left Danny standing alone, staring after her a tad baffled by her resistance. He turned to head back to the club when Terry appeared.
“Go after her,” Terry ordered. “Can’t you see she’s scared? It won’t end unless you step up, dear brother.”
“She doesn’t want me,” Danny said, disappointment filling him. He’d thought Jasmine would take a chance—
“Push harder,” Terry said. “Go on, now.”
“You’re bossy, little sis.”
“Someone has to be,” Terry smiled. “Listen to me. It’s not that she doesn’t want you. It’s that she wants you too much.”
Because Terry was never wrong, and he desperately wanted to fight for Jasmine, Danny nodded and headed for his car, pausing only to ask.
“How will you get home?”
“Jimmy is here,” Terry called back. “Don’t worry about me, Danny.”
Jasmine had barely entered her house when a knock came on her door. Thinking it was her younger brother, she sighed, removed her heels and reached for the front door. Opening it, she stared in surprise at the man who stood on her porch, with one hand braced on the doorjamb, his head bent.
“You should ask who is at the door first,” Danny complained.
“Why?” Jasmine looked behind him, to see his car parked in the little yard outside her house. Her house was a one-bedroom guesthouse in a very quiet neighborhood. Security was high, and she rarely needed to worry about being secure thanks to her landlord.
“I don’t get visitors at night. I figured it was family.”
“You truly make me worry,” Danny said, walking into her house without waiting for an invitation.
“Danny, what are you doing here?” Jasmine asked, closing the door.
“Answers,” Danny said, standing in her hallway, studying her. “You gave me interesting ones.”
“No.” Danny cut her off, stepping closer, he hooked his finger under her chin and tilted her lips to his. He kissed her gently. Sweetly.
“I want you. I know you want me too,” he said against her lips.
“Danny.” Jasmine sighed, when he wrapped his arms around her.
“Just let it happen, Jazz,” he said, lifting her up as though she weighed no more than a feather.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, when he kept the kiss going. Heading into the living room, Danny sat down on the couch with her on his lap. Wrapping gentle fingers around her neck, he traced her skin with his thumb, pressing a kiss on her bare shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to hold you this way for a very long time.”
“Really?” Jasmine met his gaze. “How long?”
“Since high school,” Danny said with a laugh.
“I couldn’t tell. It didn’t seem possible. You were so untouchable.”
“Untouchable?” Danny chuckled. “I’m also unapproachable, and a person to avoid. So many accusations for one man.”
Danny studied her.
“Well, I have one for you, Jasmine. You are a serial dater.”
Jasmine bit her lip and dropped her gaze to his mouth.
“Well, my excuse is that I couldn’t date the one I wanted,” Jasmine admitted, then pressed her forehead on his shoulder to hide her face. Her heart beat too erratic for her to keep a straight face.
“Who did you want to date?” Danny asked.
Jasmine closed her eyes, and for once allowed the truth out.
“You, Danny. I wanted you.”
“Do you want me now?”
“Yes,” Jasmine answered on a whisper. Danny let out a relieved sigh and held her tighter.
“That’s all I need to hear,” he said. “Is it?”
“Yes, it is,” Danny answered, pulling her back to kiss her.
Danny kissed her as he had wanted to for so many years. Hungrily, savoring her taste, devouring her mouth, exploring, a kiss made him feel as though he was making up for lost time.
“Danny,” Jasmine gasped, her fingers sliding to the back of his head, holding him to her.
“I want you, Jazz,” Danny said, trailing kisses down her throat, he kissed her left ear, and whispered. “Do you want this?”
Clinging to him, Jasmine felt as though saying no would mean missing holding Danny. So, she leaned closer, and kissed him.
“Yes,” she said.
“It will be good,” Danny said, holding her gaze. “I promise.”
“I know,” Jasmine answered, and lost herself in him.
To be continued….Thank you for reading! ^_^