I Just Can't Stop Loving You (3 page)

The waitress arrived.

Takumijo’s French sucked so he had to depend on his date to order for them. The waitress left and returned a few minutes later with glasses and a bottle of champagne icing in a bucket. He smirked, unlike Cristal, who didn’t have a problem drinking beer; Amaterasu’s tastes were strictly high class. The waitress uncorked the bottle and poured the bubbly liquid into their glasses and then she left them alone.

Soft jazz music played all around them and couples danced under the dimmed romantic lighting.

Takumijo raised his glass for a toast. “To new beginnings,” he said, staring into her eyes.

Amaterasu clicked her glass to his. “And good times,” she replied. She sipped the champagne and then placed her glass down on the table. “Let’s dance.”

Takumijo gulped down his drink and followed her onto the dance floor.

“I like this number,” she told him as she wrapped her arms around his waist.

Takumijo wrapped his arms around her neck and began to sway with her. He loved dancing with Amaterasu. He liked the way she felt in his arms. His body reacted to hers.

She laid her head against his chest. The pleasant scent of her hair reminded him of a gentle summer’s breeze.

Takumijo gulped. If he didn’t control his emotions, he could very well get swept away. She was the only woman he’d cared about in a long time and they had so much in common. Like Cristal, she wasn’t afraid to take chances and didn’t care what others thought of her. She was intelligent and witty, and she didn’t seem to mind his little quirks. He smirked. She had a few quirks of her own. The music ended. Amaterasu excused herself and went off to the ladies room while he returned to the table. She returned moments later and they continued their conversation and drank more of the champagne.

He wished he could take her back home to Osaka, but Masaaki had put his foot down and said no. Everyone could not go back and the dancers would have to stay in France and continue practicing for the next concert. That meant he had to make the most of their time together so she wouldn’t forget him or be tempted by one of the other dancers.

Kenshin came back for them and took the scenic route through the streets of Paris on the way back to the hotel.

“This is so amazing,” Amaterasu said, staring out of the window at the Eifel Tower.

The sight next to him was pretty amazing too.

“We must come back here to see it by daylight,” she said excitedly.

He supposed that could be arranged. Just the two of them, alone in Paris. “Sure,” he said, realizing he’s just made a commitment. He groaned. So out of character for him. He didn’t do commitments or long, meaningful relationships.

“I hear they have some great art at the Louvre too,” Amaterasu said, settling back in the seat next to him.

Art
? He didn’t do museums either. “Okay,” he agreed, burying himself deeper into this relationship thing.

Amaterasu moved closer and cuddled next to him. She laid her head against his shoulder.

Takumijo’s body hardened with desire.
This feels like a relationship
. Did he have it in him after repeatedly telling himself all these years he’d never be swept into such a thing?

“I’m going to miss you while you’re gone,” she told him. “Practice will be so boring without you there whipping us into a frenzy.”

His insides felt like it had a frenzy going on. He chuckled deeply to mask his uneasiness. “I do like to keep the backup dancers on their toes during rehearsal.” To him, their contribution was just as important as Aomori’s. He leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. “I’m going to miss you, too, but we’re only going to be gone a week and then we’re flying back. We can’t spare any more time than that.”

“Why do I get the feeling you guys are more excited about this birth than Ichiro?”

“It is a big event in all our lives,” Takumijo said. “They will be the first babies born to Aomori. We have been together since we were kids. These babies symbolize our growth and our future.”

“But they’re Ichiro’s babies. Wouldn’t you like to have kids of your own someday?”

Takumijo’s eyes widened with surprised. He’d never really thought about it. “Maybe, but I have a pretty hectic life at the moment.”

Amaterasu chuckled. “Relax. I don’t mean at this very moment. I think you would make a great father. You’re kind and caring and you know how to have fun.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m the poster child for fun. Do you know how many times I’ve been arrested? The kid is going to have to live with my indiscretions.”

“It’s not like you’ve committed any heinous crimes.”

No, he supposed she was right, but he did lack discipline and self-control at times. He sighed. He supposed he could work on that.

“You just know how to enjoy life.” She snuggled closer.

Takumijo reached up and touched his chest.
Why is my heart beating this way
? Him, a father? Pole dancing would definitely be out, and he guessed he would have to give up stalking Ichiro. Well, maybe not that.

They arrived at the hotel much too quickly for him. Takumijo didn’t want their date to end so soon, even though he knew he had to be up in a couple of hours to get the flight back to Japan. He helped Amaterasu out of the car and said goodnight to Kenshin.

Kenshin winked at him, got back into the driver’s seat and left to park the car in the hotel’s parking garage. He and Amaterasu were holding hands when they entered the hotel lobby and inside the elevator. Their rooms were on the same floor, but down the hall from each other. Takumijo did the gentlemanly thing and escorted her to her door. “It’s been fun,” he said as Amaterasu slid the key card into the lock.

“Yes, it has,” she agreed as the door opened. “But it doesn’t have to end yet.”

Takumijo turned and looked back at her. “Are you sure?” he asked. His body was already responding to the idea of remaining with her for just a little while longer.

She smiled and nodded. “Yes, very sure.” She took his hand and gently tugged him inside the room with her.

****

Amaterasu gazed over at Takumijo as he peeled the clothes from his muscular body.
Oh my
. It was even better than she’d imagined. Besides the rippling muscles, he had unblemished skin and to die for abs. He had a dancer’s body, slim but muscular in the shoulders. She used her hand to fan herself as he danced a little erotic number just for her while the music played in the background.

Takumijo had set the perfect romantic mood with light rock filtering out of the speakers, dimmed lights, and him. Ooh, it was just too much. He’d had her out of her clothes seconds after she locked the door, and he had her positioned on her back and propped up on pillows so she could watch his little performance. Her nudity was covered only by a sheet.

“No need to be shy,” Takumijo told her as he moved his slim hips to the music. “Let me entertain you.”

Of course he’d told her earlier about his scandalous little routine with the male dancer at the strip club, describing it in intimate detail to her. She smirked. She would have loved to have seen that. But he appeared to be recreating a part of the act right in front of her. The only things missing were the pole and the naked Frenchman.
Ooh, la la
. Takumijo didn’t need company to turn her on. All he had to do was shake that nice butt and he had her.

He turned his back to her as if reading her mind and began sliding the briefs down his hips, exposing two glorious white orbs to her delight. Amaterasu gasped with excitement. The man had the best butt in Paris. The briefs slid down his muscular thighs and legs and now nothing stood between them. He turned to face her and her eyes landed on his erection. “I guess you’re ready to take care of business.”

He smiled and suited up with a shocking royal blue condom he pulled from his wallet. “Let’s rock,” he said, sliding onto the bed next to her.

Amaterasu giggled and moved into his arms.

Takumijo moved closer to her and rewarded her with a big, sexy kiss against her lips.

Amaterasu draped her arms around his neck and pulled him down on her. His tongue darted between her lips. The taste of champagne on his breath excited her.

He kissed his way down her body, gently teasing her breasts and her nipples with his tongue. She shivered with each flip of his tongue. He stopped long enough to cup both breasts in his big hands.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. His voice deepened as he looked down on her.

“Thanks,” she said as she stared into his gorgeous face. He wasn’t a pretty girly-boy like the other members of Aomori. His face was manlier, with a strong chin and dazzling dark brown eyes. He continued to rub her breasts and stroke the nipples until they budded. He kissed one as one of his big fingers decided to do a bit of exploring between her legs.

She parted her thighs, giving access to her womanhood. “Ah!” she moaned as he eased the finger inside of her.

“You’re tight,” Takumijo said, like it surprised him. He worked the finger in and out of her a couple of times to encourage her natural lubrication.

Amaterasu squirmed a bit as his finger dug deeper. Takumijo slipped the finger out and then tried to introduce two. Her thighs closed around his hand.

“Don’t go all soft of me now,” he told her tenderly. “I need to prepare you so there won’t be any discomfort.”

She relaxed and her body responded to his touch.

Takumijo lowered his head and kissed her again. He withdrew his fingers and nudged his way between her thighs. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been a while since she’d trusted a man to get this close to her both mentally and physically.

She let him take the lead.

Takumijo guided himself to her wet hole and gently touched the head against her opening.

Amaterasu gulped and prepared to be entered. He nudged the head through and she wrapped her legs around his waist, taking in more of him.

Takumijo made love to her slowly and tenderly, whispering endearments into her ear as he brought her over the top quickly. Her body shook and the orgasm occurred, thrilling her from her head to her toes and giving him more juice to ride on.

Takumijo kissed her again and then changed positions, putting her on top. He filled her completely this way and she enjoyed the idea of being in control.

“Oh, girl, you’re so sweet,” Takumijo said as he helped guide her actions by sliding her body back and forth while she ground her pussy into his pelvis.

Passion for the man built up rapidly as she concentrated on yet another orgasm threatening to erupt from deep inside of her. “Ooh,” she gasped as it exposed itself.

Takumijo stopped moving and allowed her to ride it out and when it was over, he bent her upper body toward him and kissed her gently. Moments later, she slumped against him, exhausted.

Takumijo rolled her over on her back again, giving her a few minutes to catch her breath, and then he crawled back between her legs again. His cock seemed even bigger now that she was a bit sore inside.

Amaterasu wasn’t the stingy kind of lover. She wrapped her legs back around his waist and slid down on his rod to help him out.

Takumijo screwed her slowly at first and then his thrusts grew more precise and calculated. “Ah!” he moaned loudly as he came. His lower body jerked as the wave rolled through him. One of his hands landed on the side of the bed next to her for support while the other ended up on his chest near his heart. “Ooh,” he said when his body stopped jerking. “You were fantastic.” He rolled off her and pulled her over into his arms while he recovered.

She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heart. It beat rapidly at first and then it slowed and returned to normal. The next sound she heard was his gentle snoring.

Flattered as she was, she knew she had to get him up and out of her room. He had a very early flight and Masaaki was a stickler for time. “Tak,” she said, shaking him gently. “Wake up.”

Takumijo’s eyelids slid open. “What, woman?” he asked.

“As nice as this is, you know you have to get your sexy ass back to your room. Masaaki will put an APB out for you if you’re not there when he looks for you.”

“Fuck Masaaki,” Takumijo said, pulling her atop him again. “I can lay here and sleep with my woman in my arms if I want to.”

Amaterasu giggled. “Sure, but I don’t want to be grounded again. The last time I couldn’t leave my room for a week.”

Takumijo groaned and kissed her on the forehead. “Yeah, you’re right, and I need to let you get some rest too.” He lifted her off him and placed her on the bed.

She watched as he removed the condom and tossed it into the trash. He got dressed. Maybe one of these days they could discuss their future and having babies, but not right now. The members of Aomori still had a lot of tours to do and songs to write before they could finally resume a normal life.

Takumijo leaned over her and kissed her one last time. “I’ll see when I get back,” he told her as he straightened up. “Try to stay out of trouble.”

Amaterasu chuckled. “Who? Me? Oh please. Just try to stay away from those male strippers.”

Takumijo laughed as he walked out of the bedroom. Moments later, she heard her door close.