Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) (7 page)

Chris didn’t think he could stand up. His legs felt like jelly, but the lure of having her mouth on his cock was irresistible. He pulled away from her and stood.

She shifted to sit on the edge of the sofa. She brought him between her thighs to kiss the head of his cock.

That alone nearly made him come.

She licked along the shaft of his cock, held him, and sucked at the head as if he was a lollipop.

He moved to her sucks, his hands fisting in her hair. The feel of her lips going up and down his cock and the way she took most of his cock into her mouth made him sweat. He tried not to thrust into her mouth, tried not to grip her head hard. Sweat trickled down his back between his shoulders and filmed on his chest muscles.

She sucked deep until he growled with each one and then his orgasm hit him. It threw him forward into her mouth. The hot shooting cum filled her mouth and scorched the lower shaft of his cock as she held his ass and let him thrust into her mouth.

When the orgasm finished, the need to fall at her feet was so strong he bent to her ear.

“Emily, let’s lie down. I want to hold you close.”

She took his cock from her mouth. Kissed the head and stood.

“We’ll go to bed. Let’s go to bed.” She pulled him along by the hand to her bedroom.

Chris felt so spent, and so loved, with a soft sound of satisfaction, he let her lead him. When they were in her bedroom, he picked her up and laid her on the quilt. He kissed her tenderly before he lay down beside her and gathered her against his body possessively. She was his love now. He would never let her go.

Emily opened her eyes as sunlight streamed in through her bedroom window. Draped half across Chris, her leg over his thigh, she rested her head in the angle of his armpit and surveyed his body.
He’s so gorgeous. I still can’t believe he’s single. Last night was incredible.

She had to go to work. Fridays could be busy with requests for tech support. She shifted away from him. It woke him.

“Don’t go,” he whispered and dragged her back. He kissed her and then grinned.

Emily smiled. “I have to go to work. I’ll see you tonight. Let me go.”

He teased her by holding her tighter.

It felt great. She nudged his face with hers and kissed him.

He responded with a kiss so good, she fleetingly considered staying home from work. Then reason took over. She leapt away and out of bed.

He groaned as she walked away telling him. “I have to go to work.”

Emily took a shower quickly, wondering what he might be doing out there in her bedroom. She wrapped a towel around her to go and find clothes. He was gone from her bed, the quilt folded back. She pulled on her panties and dragged on a bra, reaching behind to clip it fastened as she walked to her wardrobe. She called his name. “Chris?”

She stepped into a linen shift dress and left the zipper gaping whilst she pulled on her high-heeled work shoes.

Chris appeared at the bedroom door. He smiled at her. His hair, smoothed behind his ears, showed off the beautiful planes of his face. He wore his suit pants and nothing else again. He was breathtaking.

She went to him, heart hammering. She lifted the length of her wet hair away and turned for him to zip up her dress.

His fingertips trailed down her spine once before he zipped her up.

Her nipples hardened at his touch.

He turned her in his arms.

She gazed into his eyes as his mouth descended on hers. At the first brush of his lips, her eyes closed.

His kiss was both tender and heated.

Emily murmured as he lifted his head. “I need to dry my hair.”

“I made coffee. Hurry before its cold.” He dropped a little kiss on her nose and stalked off.

Emily dried her hair and slicked on a trace of gray eye shadow. She brushed black mascara on her lashes and then quickly retrieved her bag from where she always dropped it in her bedroom when she got out of her work clothes. She picked up a lip gloss and dashed along to the kitchen. It was quite late now and she had to hurry, and not because Chris asked her to, though him making her coffee was sweet.

He stood at the patio doors with a cup of coffee and turned to her as she came along behind him, having picked up her cup.

The only way to greet him was with a kiss, as if she’d always known him, as if they belonged together. It was the best feeling when he slipped his free hand around her waist and his mouth lingered on her lips.

She broke the kiss. “As much as all I want to do is stay with you, I must go. Thank you for making coffee.” She looked at him expectantly. Would he make the move to leave her place or what?

He smiled at her. “I should get my stuff and go huh? He looked around. “Would it be unthinkable for me to stay, grab a shower, and then leave? The lock is a Yale.”

Emily considered his request. Her gut instinct was to trust him. She hoped she wouldn’t regret it later. “Okay, sure, let yourself out.” She walked to the hall and turned at the entrance. “What do people wear to go to the Sahara bar?”

Chris ran his hand through his hair. “Pretty much anything goes. Jeans, dresses, shorts, people wear all kinds of things.”

Emily nodded. “See you there then.”

She was at the front door about to leave when Chris sprinted down the hall and scooped her up. He kissed her, put her down, and opened the door.

“I can’t wait to see you again.”

She left then, before she leapt on him.

* * * *

All day Emily thought about Chris. She pictured him leaning against her bedroom door, his dark hair falling over his forehead. She pictured his blue eyes as he gazed at her and remembered the slight flicker of green in them. She relived his kisses and the way his hands traveled over her body. When she fantasized about his muscled body and his huge, hard cock, her pussy throbbed. She couldn’t stop the longing that grew when she remembered how he sucked on her clit. Her pussy drenched her panties and a sigh escaped her. A colleague passed her desk.

“That was a big sigh. Everything okay, Emily?”

“Everything’s great, thanks.” Emily forced a smile and scrolled down her e-mail list in an effort to look as if she was working, when in reality all she could think about was Chris.

The day dragged on and eventually she lost herself in her work.

* * * *

That evening she ate a sandwich standing in her roof garden, too hyped up about meeting Chris that night to make a proper dinner. When she got home, she’d gone to her bedroom as usual to change, and saw he’d made the bed. He’d washed the coffee cups and percolator jug in the kitchen, too. She checked the bathroom to see if any sign of his presence remained in the shower. Nothing. It was all pristine.

She walked over to the pots of night-scented stock, suddenly remembering the clump of fur there. When she checked, it was gone. A questioning frown creased between her eyes, and then she dismissed the fur.
The wind probably blew it away. I have to be mistaken about the size of the cat anyway. The neighbor’s lights would have thrown the shadow up way bigger than the cat actually was.

Emily fished around in her closet. What would she wear that night? She settled on a short black dress. It was a safe bet. She’d always been comfortable wearing it. She pulled out her black strappy high-heels and a bag she could wear across her body to keep her hands free.

As eight thirty ticked by, she showered and got ready. Her hands shook as she put on her makeup. The idea of seeing Chris put an excited flutter in her stomach. At nine thirty, she left the apartment to drive to the Sahara Bar.

Parking was at a premium, and it took some time to find a spot. She had to walk back down the street for a good way to the bar. Her stilettos clattered on the sidewalk as she sped up her pace. She wanted to be in the audience when Chris came on stage.

Surprised there was no queue, she stepped up to the door and offered payment.

The guy in the booth taking the entrance fee looked her up and down.

“Name?”

Emily was stunned for a few seconds. Then she shrugged and answered. “Emily McKenzie, why?”

He grinned. “Right answer. In you go, no charge. Chris said you’d get here about ten.”

Emily raised her eyebrows. “Have you asked every woman that’s rocked up in the last ten minutes their name?”

The guy shook his head. “You fit the description. The band will be on any second.”

Emily went through the black double swing-doors into the bar.

The darkness enveloped her. There was no smoke, but the air was pungent with different perfumes and tangy with alcohol as people passed close to her.

Her eyes adjusted, and she made her way through the crowded dance floor to the front rows of people, just as the band came on stage.

She saw Chris instantly. He looked great, dressed in a black T-shirt and jeans. His hair ruffled back, and his Wayfarers on, he strode on stage carrying his guitar. Lights played on the band as the lead singer and Chris stepped up to a microphone.

“Good evening.”

The crowd murmured. A collective wave of bodies swayed forward.

Emily felt as if she’d never heard his voice, never seen him before. He was different, cool, composed, charming the crowd with just those words.

Everyone waited, the atmosphere charged with anticipation, and then the music started.

Emily watched in awe. They were excellent. Both the lead singer and Chris complemented each other perfectly. She didn’t recognize the song, and then they covered a hit she recognized. She loved the way Chris moved. His hips, his long legs, and the angle of his jaw captured her gaze. He was so gorgeous she could hardly believe he’d been in her arms in her bed that morning.

As the band finished a third song, he stared right at her.
He must see me.
She smiled, not really believing he could see her in the darkness. He smiled back at her. Her heart lifted. A swell of happiness brought more smiles to her face.
He can see me.
She raised her hand slightly in a little wave.

* * * *

Across the room secreted in a booth, someone studied the exchange, someone who could also see in the dark. She sneered as the girl smiled and waved at Chris. The stage lights circled the band and alighted on Chris. He’d finished a song and the lead singer was talking to the crowd. Veronique watched as Chris stepped up to the microphone and spoke.

“This next song is for a special person.”

Veronique smirked as she saw Chris nod at the girl in the black dress, and she knew the song was for her.

When the band started singing the cover of a popular love song the crowd breathed a delighted sigh, lots of people joined in the first lines happily.

The sight of Chris singing to this girl was surprisingly painful. Veronique didn’t love him, had never loved him, so it was a shock to feel this way. He was still beautiful, amazingly sexy, and a tiny pang of regret at not having him in her bed seeded itself in her brain.

When she’d come across him singing in this band a few weeks ago in another club, she saw a meal ticket. She was flat broke and out of luck. The centuries hadn’t been as kind to her as they had obviously been to Chris, she assessed bitterly as she gazed at him. She’d seen the car he drove, and the people around him loved him. She could see it on their faces. He even appeared to have a bodyguard. Veronique was staked through with jealousy. She’d planned to approach him tonight and weasel into his life, take what she could, and be gone. Now there was this girl hanging on his every syllable. What a pain. She would have to think of some plan to get him or a hand out.

She sighed and looked around for guys who were alone. She was hungry, and they never failed to feed her before they fucked her.

Someone bumped into Emily. She moved away from them as she checked to see who it was. A man, slurring his words, and reeking of whisky grabbed her by the arms.

“I know you. You’re from the speed dating. Remember me, CJ, you must remember me, we talked.”

Emily tried to pry his hands off her arm as she answered.

“I don’t remember you, sorry. Maybe we talked in the few minutes allocated to us before the bell rang and someone else came along, but there were so many people at the event.” She got one arm free because the man stumbled, clearly unsteady on his feet from the drink he’d taken. “There were lots of people there.” Emily emphasized, aware she should take care not to annoy the man and cause trouble in the club.

He peered into her face. His breath, so sour with beer, she had to turn her cheek.

“I ticked the box for you and never heard a word.” He let go of her and stood swaying.

She couldn’t believe the man remembered her. She stared at him…What should she do next?

He made another grab for her.

An older man, elegantly dressed, his silver hair well cut, took the arm CJ was about to put around Emily.