Page 72 of Kings Fear No One
Teysha’s still trying to explain why she was reading the book she was; she’s telling me the romance genre is mocked but some of the books are the best she’s ever read. I’m nodding along every so often, soaking up the fact that I have her all to myself.
I have her undivided attention and she’s comfortable enough to let her passion flow.
It’s yet another sexy thing about her—she speaks with conviction as she tells me about the books she likes. Though I don’t know a damn thing about romance books or most books in general, if it’s important to her, then it’s worth listening to.
“How about we head to the bookstore tomorrow and pick you up a couple new books?”
Her eyes widen. “I have Blazing Passions. I’ll just reread it.”
“Nah, we’ll go. It’s a different scene for me. Maybe I’ll pick up a book too.”
“There’s always the Bible.”
“Don’t push it,” I warn, the corner of my lip quirking.
“I’m going to get you to read a few passages one of these days.” She gets up with her phone in hand, her thumb flicking across the screen as she scrolls. “You know what this occasion calls for? Music!”
I’m a serious man. More serious than most.
I’m not known for my dazzling, panty-dropper smile the way Cash is. I’m not the type to be joking and laughing like Ozzie.
But it’s impossible to be serious when Teysha puts on music and begins dancing around like a fucking lunatic. She throws her arms in the air and sways her hips as the bubbly pop song plays. I don’t even know what the song is, just that it’s got an annoyingly catchy chorus.
“You gonna tell me what you’re doing?” I ask.
She picks up her glass of whiskey, still swaying her hips. “Enjoying myself. Is that allowed?”
“It is so long as I get to watch.”
Teysha takes me up on the challenge. She tastes some whiskey and rocks her hips. Her gaze hooks mine as her body moves with the beat drop.
It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
It’s in how her eyes gleam and she bites away a smile as if daring herself to keep going despite shyness creeping in. She shakes her ass like no one’s watching in panties that hug her hips and show off her smooth thighs. Her round ass bobs enticingly in front of me like it’s a fucking snack to feast on.
One I can’t wait to sink my teeth into.
All the damn sundresses in the world can’t disguise a body like that.
But what’s really the icing on the cake is how she has fun with it—how she glances over at me and the shine in her gaze sparkles, like she’s aware how goofy it is that she’s gotten up to start dancing. She keeps going anyway, dancing her heart out to the music.
Both making a moody asshole like me laugh while turning me on all at the same time.
“When was the last time you got up and danced?” she asks breathlessly.
The song changes to something slower, a female voice crooning about heartbreak.
Teysha drops to the sofa cushion, still clutching her glass of whiskey, a light dew about her complexion from dancing so much.
“I don’t dance,” I say.
“I’ll get you to dance,” she insists, smiling wide. “One of these days, I’ll convince you.”
“You think you’ll get me to read the Bible. Now you think you’ll get me to dance. Keep going and you’re gonna end up real disappointed.”
“We’ll see.”
“You want to take that to get fixed? Tomorrow when we go to the bookstore?” I ask, jutting my chin at the piece of jewelry on the coffee table.
