Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) (6 page)

“I’d like to stay home now. Sit close to you. Hold you.” Her voice wavered.

She swung her legs out of bed, stood, and went to her wardrobe. She pulled on panties, a T-shirt, and a little denim skirt.

Chris watched happily before he, too, stood. He pulled on his suit pants and padded over to her. With his arms around her waist, he nuzzled at her neck, breathing her in. “Mmm.”

She kissed his ear. “Let’s eat.”

He followed her to the kitchen where he tried to help make sandwiches as they talked.

“I have a gig tomorrow night. Will you come to see the band?”

He knew from her smile, she’d say yes.

“I’d love to. Where is it? What time do you go on?”

Chris carried the tray of food out to the roof garden, following Emily.

“At ten. It’s in The Sahara Bar. Do you know it?” He set the tray down on the table.

Emily nodded. “I know where it is, but I’ve never been in there. Can I get you something to drink? A beer?” She handed him a plate.

Chris shook his head. He didn’t drink alcohol anymore. “Water will be great.”

She left him and went inside.

Chris looked around the roof garden. The sun was low on the horizon, and sparkly lights were appearing across the city in the dark blue night sky. His sunglasses were in his jacket pocket. He couldn’t go for them and put them on without it appearing bizarre. He expected that when the garden lights came on as it grew dark, his eyes would glow with their green night shine. He sighed. How would he explain that?

Emily came back carrying two misty bottles of spring water and handed one to him.

“Thank you.” He took the water and placed it on the table. He pulled a chair close to his. “Sit with me.”

Emily bent and kissed him before she sat.

He closed his eyes to savor her touch.

They ate and talked alternately. Chris couldn’t tell her too much, but opened his heart about his loneliness. He told her about Art.

“You’ll meet him tomorrow. He’s like a bodyguard, kinda…” Chris smiled, knowing it would be the other way around, physically at least, but he liked to have Art at the gigs. Art helped as a roadie with the equipment and knew heaps about electrical setup. He’d taken courses and become a capable sound engineer. “He’s our sound man, too.”

Emily smiled at him as he talked.

Chris took her hand when they finished eating and held it tight.

“It’s growing cool. Chris, you’re not wearing a shirt. We could go in and have coffee.”

He agreed readily. So far, she hadn’t leapt away from him, so his eyes must still be normal. “Let’s do that.” He stood to help her with clearing away the remains of their meal and a garden light glared in his face. He saw her expression of surprise and then confusion. He bent his head quickly and picked up the tray.

She followed him, and when they stood side by side at the kitchen table, she put her hand along his arm. He turned to her, knowing the indoor light was too bright to show anything but a slight flicker of green in the blue of his eyes and maybe not even that.

She looked into his eyes.

He gazed back a little sadly.

When she put her hand along his jaw and stood on tiptoe to kiss him, relief flooded his whole body.
She must have dismissed what she saw, or maybe she didn’t see anything
.

He pulled her close to kiss her.

He wanted to help and loaded the dishwasher with the few things they’d used as she made some coffee.

They sat close together on the sofa with their coffee. Chris let the comfort of being with her wash over him. This place was the opposite of his home, high up, not semi hewn into rock, soft and feminine, not open and sparse. He put his coffee cup down and slid his arm around her shoulders.

“I’m so comfortable I’m about to put my head on your shoulder and sleep.” He loved his home, but being with Emily soothed him immeasurably.

Emily leaned her head against his.

Chris closed his eyes. He whispered to her. “I don’t want to leave tonight.”

She whispered back. “Stay. I want you to.”

There was silence for a moment. Chris took a deep breath. “How long have you been single?”

Emily moved her head away and turned to face him.

Chris watched emotion play in her eyes, sadness, puzzlement, and then resignation.

When she turned to him the short denim skirt she wore rode high, revealing the tops of her thighs. Just the tiniest bit more and he would see the V at their junction. He forced himself to keep his hand from sliding into that space as she answered.

“Single? Always. You mean, how long since I had sex? I guess it was obvious I was desperate.”

Chris frowned. “So was I, so am I.” He laughed then. “I loved it. The sex we shared. It was perfect. You’re sexy, beautiful. You didn’t seem desperate, only as if you enjoy sex. Next time I won’t rush you.” He leaned toward her and kissed her.

Emily held his face.

Her touch was magical. Delicate fingers against his cheeks, against his ear. The impulse to turn his face and suck her fingers into his mouth subsided as Emily moved her hands away. Chris sighed after the kiss. He wanted more of her touch.

She looked into his eyes. “Over a year since I had sex and I’ve never had a real relationship. It just never happened.”

Chris winced with sadness for her. She deserved love. He would love her. He already did. His conviction that they belonged together compounded. He took her hand, brought it palm up to his lips, and kissed her there. He sucked the tip of a finger carefully.

Emily sighed. She moved swiftly and kissed his lips as he held her finger to his mouth.

A deep purr started in his throat at the sheer intimacy in the kiss. He leaned away, swallowing it down. She couldn’t be allowed to hear his mountain lion side yet. Chris took a deep breath. “How long have you lived here? Where do you come from? I want to know everything about you.” He kept hold of her hand and stroked her wrist softly.

Emily grinned. “I’ve lived in this apartment four years. I come from around here. I went away to college, but when I was offered a job here, it was great to come home. I love this city. What about you?”

“Oh, I traveled around a little and found this place. I liked it here, and so I stayed. The place is cosmopolitan, and it’s easy to get to the countryside, too.” He enjoyed telling her the little truth he could. It felt good to connect on a simple level.

“Do you work in the city? Besides the gigs, I mean.” She traced her fingers over his hand in the same way he had circled her palm and wrist.

Chris tingled there. He wanted her hands on his face. He wanted stroking. He brought her palm to his cheek.

Emily left her hand against his cheek and leaned to kiss him. She kissed him softly, sucked his bottom lip tenderly, and traced her tongue there.

Desire flared low in his stomach. He let it take him over. He knew his next kiss was searching, needy, and hard. He grasped one of her breasts and kneaded, and the softness drove him crazy. His cock, fully erect now, pushed at his pants. He sighed into her mouth. “I want you so much.” He relished the hard peak of her nipple through her T-shirt. He bent his head and sucked.

When she ran her fingers into his hair, he felt the pressure in them and moved away. He could see her nipple now through the soft white fabric in the wet patch he made. He looked into her eyes. “I said I wouldn’t rush you next time, but it’s killing me already.”

Emily stood. She pulled her T-shirt off, followed by the skirt.

Chris reached out and grasped her hips, pulling her to his mouth as he leaned forward. He kissed her stomach and slid his palms over her ass to cup her there with his fingertips pushed inside the lace of her panties.

She held his head as he kissed across her stomach to each hipbone where he nibbled.

Chris heard her sighs grow ragged. He liked her pretty panties, but he wanted them off her. He yanked them down her thighs, and calves, bending to thrust his tongue into the cleft of her pussy. It delighted him that she was shaved there.

Emily arched to his face.

The scent of her creaming pussy called to him. He let her go. The need to pull her down and fuck her hard was scary. It tore right into his wish not to rush her. His thoughts filled with pictures of holding her thighs apart and pounding his erection into her pussy. His cock leaked and his balls ached.

She stood before him naked.

He gazed up into her eyes.

“Take your pants off. If I don’t have you inside me soon…” The need in her voice soothed his fear.

Chris took his pants off. His cock bumped on his stomach muscles, sending hot pre-cum streaking across them.

He stood to pull Emily into his arms and kiss her lips. He plunged a hand between her thighs. The wet welcome there sent spears of sensation right through his body. He was on fire with the need to bury his cock in her, but he pushed his fingers into her pussy to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her when he fucked her. Her folds swollen, her cream flowed on his fingers. The air was laden with the erotic perfume of sex. His urgency brought his kisses down her neck along the soft place in her shoulder, and he sucked.

She pressed her neck to his mouth and thrust to his fingers in her pussy, and it woke him from the daze of lust.

He hadn’t tasted her blood. He shook with worry and sexual need. Their movements slowed for him as he tried to control the waves of desire crashing through every cell in his body.

Her fingers teased on the head of his cock.

He took his fingers from her pussy so that she could reach his cock.

She circled the shape of him and then brought her fingertips to her lips and licked the pre-cum from them.

Chris’s stomach flipped at the sight, misty through his half-closed eyes. His thighs went weak, but he lunged at Emily, picked her up, and stumbled to the wall. Her lifted her high and then slid her down on his cock. The wet warmth surrounded his huge erection and he moaned. He levered her against the wall and fucked her. He wanted her so badly his orgasm burst through him quickly, and he jerked hard up into the core of her pussy, groaning. It lasted a long time and he rammed into her, holding her down on his cock and against the wall, his mouth on hers, he bit her lip.

The sound of her murmured “oh,” stopped his bite. He licked and kissed her lip, gentle now as the waves of orgasm subsided. Shame at his onslaught washed over him, and he carried her back to the sofa and sat down on the edge with her in his arms. He whispered in her ear.

“Did I hurt? Are you okay? You must still need to come. I’m sorry. I can give you what you need. Let me, but tell me first if I’ve hurt you.”

She sighed.

It brushed on his cheek. He drew back to look into her face. His cock throbbed deliciously in her pussy, and it forced a low moan from him.

“I’m okay. It was exciting, except the bite on my lip. I do need to come. I’m aching for it,” she whispered, and the tip of her tongue traced her lip where he’d bitten.

Chris frowned in concern. He kissed her softly. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t break the skin.”

He hugged her tight, and then lifted her to lay her down on the sofa. His cock slid from her.

She groaned and smiled at him as he bent over her.

He kissed her breasts and sucked at each, as his fingers played on her clit. He licked and kissed down her body until he parted her thighs wide and touched his tongue to her swollen clit.

She writhed under him.

Chris sucked her clit, thrust fingers deep in her pussy, and nipped gently at her clit with his teeth. His hand against his chin, her cream traced deliciously down his palm and slipped on his skin. He was gentle, his bite a graze, and then he sucked again until Emily’s hips jerked. Her breath was coming in gasps. He found the spot inside her where he knew the sensations would feel good and stroked with his fingertips in deep movements as he sucked her clit.

Emily came with a long, low moan, gasping and writhing on his tongue and fingers.

His eyes closed, he breathed in her scent. His cock jerked and grew as she groaned and thrust. This was more than he’d ever felt. It was bliss to hear and feel her come. He thrust his hard cock on the soft side of the sofa cushion.

Her hands teased at his ears as she reached down to hold his head.

Instinctively he knew she wanted to kiss him.

He let go of her clit regretfully and pulled his fingers from the lovely surround of her pussy. He kissed lovingly up her stomach to her mouth. His hand cupping a breast to soak up the softness there, he kissed her between whispers. “You’re so gorgeous and so sexy. I could make love to you forever. Never leave this place, never stop.”

Emily reached one hand to his cock. She shuffled to reach his balls with the other. She traced there, her fingertips moving over his skin.

Streams of sensation sent his hips thrusting in little involuntary jerks.

She tightened her grip on his cock.

“You’re hard again. That’s so yummy. Stand up. Let me suck you. I want to.”