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Toni watched him smooth a hand along the curves of the brass-toned instrument, his fingers lingering over the rounded pearl keys. Her breath caught in her throat. His gentle care of the sax was that of a lover, and she felt a warm tingle begin in her stomach. Tender hands. With seeming reverence, he lifted the glittering golden instrument.
Toni's gaze was riveted as she watched him position the mouthpiece between his sensual lips, wetting the reed and testing the pitch. Her breathing quickened at the remembered feel of those lips on hers, the intimacy of his tongue as he claimed her.
She never expected to find watching a musician so sensual. He ran a short scale, limbering up his fingers, then adjusted the mouthpiece slightly. And she was mesmerized as his long fingers brushed across the keys. She shivered as she felt their ghostly touch seem to echo along her spine. Leaning toward Joey, Sal whispered to him, causing Joey to laugh and nod his head.
Sal again put the sax to his lips, turned away from the tables and nodded to Joey, who executed an introductory scale. As Sal began to play, the crisp purity of the notes eased along Toni's senses, sheathing her in the lyrical symmetry of his skillful improvisation.