Page 25 of Love's Instant Replay
“When is the last time you did something with your feet other than breaking up passes and running around a football field?”
“Oh, that’s how you see what I do? You know they pay me good money for that shit, right?” I ask, smirking.
“How about I pay you to do something more fun?” The stars in Kyelle’s eyes have my dick twitching as my brow hikes at hearing her question.
“What kind of payment are we talking about?”
“I got kisses and a ton of?—”
“Man.” I chuckle, cutting off her statement.
“What, my kisses aren’t a good source of payment?” A cute pout forms and wrinkles dance across her forehead, increasing my laughter.
“What do you want me to do, Kyelle?”
A bright smile replaces her pout, and her eyes sparkle as her face brightens, causing my chest to expand and my stomach to flip slightly.
“Come with me to a salsa class.”
“Man, what? Niggas don’t take salsa classes, Kyelle. What in the world have you been watching?”
“Well, I guess it’s something you’ll be adding to your résumé because I signed us up already. It’s a beginner’s session, so you won’t have to worry about embarrassing yourself.”
“Man, what?” More laughter escapes my mouth upon hearing Kyelle’s declaration because I know she ain’t serious about dragging my ass to salsa.
Kyelle’s ass was as serious as a heart attack because here I am standing in this room full of couples, looking crazy. I’ve got two right cleats, and neither would have me spinning and shaking my hips like this class is calling for.
“I can’t believe I let you talk me into this shit. I want endless kisses and shit after this.” I grumble lowly so only Kyelle can hear me.
“If you can perform a touchdown dance after intercepting a football, this should be a breeze. Now shush, we need to hear the instructions.”
“I can’t believe this shit.” I grumble again as Kyelle’s attention shifts to the zesty woman providing instructions to the attendees.
Kyelle’s eyes return to me, and I see a sultry expression that becomes verbal with her next words.
“All I’m asking is that you give it a chance. No fans, no athletics just you, me, and a lot of hip action that I know you’re capable of.” Kyelle’s eyes return to the front as my body temperature heats like a four-alarm fire.
“Trust me, my baby, I’m capable of picking up and putting down all the action you need.”
“Mm. Sounds like we’re both in for a good time then,” Kyelle whispers without the presence of her eyes.
“Damn.” My pants tighten from my dick’s reaction to Kyelle’s words, forcing me to turn away from everyone to mentally coach myself out of being aroused.
An unknown Latin song starts echoing around the room, and despite the foreign nature of this atmosphere, I’m trying to get into the romantic vibes. Having Kyelle in my arms feels natural, even in this dance position I’ve never been in. Prematurely, I take a step, and my foot covers Kyelle’s, causing her to frown.
“Shit. My bad.”
“The objective is to learn a new dance, not need a boot from the injury you’ll cause me by tripping over my poor little feet,” Kyelle tells me, smirking.
“Alright, one, two, three, turn your partner like you enjoy the intimacy between you. That’s it, smile,” the instructor coaches as the rest of the men and I follow her directive.
Somehow, I get tangled between watching the instructor and spinning Kyelle, causing her to giggle.
“Oh my goodness, you really don’t have any dance skills.”
“This really ain’t my sport, but I’m trying.”
“It wasn’t that bad in a dodging a holding penalty kinda way.” The easy smile Kyelle gives me lightens the mood and makes me want to keep going until my moves are more seamless.
