Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

At home, she stripped off her work clothes. She took out the dress she’d chosen to go out in that evening, and held it up to her body, looking at the mirror. It was just sexy enough. She wanted Chris. She wanted sex soon, but she didn’t want to lose his interest by throwing herself at him. Then she grinned. He seemed keen enough. She pulled on panties, shorts, and a T-shirt.

Emily forced away the picture of his face that kept invading her mind. She got some chores done, loaded the washing machine, unloaded the dishwasher, and tidied the place up. Then she took bottled water from the fridge and went to drink it standing in her roof garden next to the night-scented stock.

She noticed the huge pots had been moved farther away from the roof wall than she remembered. She put down the water bottle and checked them out. On one of them at the back against the rim was a soft clump of pale gold fur. Emily drew away, staring at it.
That’s proof there was a cat here. It could be tested to discover what sort of animal left it, but then who’d test it?
She left it where it was, left the heavy plant pots, too, and went indoors to shower.

Emily was ready and waiting for Chris to show up half an hour early, so she checked on the date matching service e-mails. Two men had put her number down on their forms from the speed-dating event. The organizer included the link to their post on the match site as well as their e-mail address. Emily clicked through to check if there were photographs.

* * * *

Chris almost burst into speed when he’d watched Emily go into the office building. The complete joy at her kiss flew through his body so that every inch of his skin spiked with excitement.
She likes me. She wants me.
The scent of her creaming pussy that lingered when she’d left, forced pre-cum from his engorged cock. Chris breathed in the scent deeply.
Nectar.

He walked to where he’d left his car, unaware of the warm sunshine on his shoulders. His thoughts tumbled happily with the promise of the night and Emily’s company. Once inside his car, he remembered the purr that started in the café.
Unusual. Is it something to worry about?
He’d never shifted when he’d been with a woman. He’d never been close to shifting. He controlled it totally now. Chris had never analyzed the practice of taking a taste of blood in a love bite. He did then.
When was the last time? At least seventy years ago.
Recent sexual encounters had lacked the passion, if you could call five years ago recent.

Chris grinned to himself. Everything would be fine. He’d steer clear of love bites.

The afternoon couldn’t go quickly enough, and Chris was pacing the floor by the time he could reasonably shower and dress for the date.

He knew it was early to show up, but he couldn’t stand the wait to see Emily again. He arrived at her apartment building half an hour early. He hung around on the steps for two minutes and then went in through the heavy paneled wooden door.

The place was modern. The light parquet floor, and the cream walls, bounced light along from one wide, floor-to-roof window at the far end of the hall. There was an antique hall table with a massive planter on it full of dark-green, broad-leaved plants. Chris leapt up the flights of carpeted stairs to the top where the landing led to Emily’s apartment door.

He hesitated for a few seconds outside, took off his sunglasses, and then rang her bell.

Emily opened the door.

The sight took his breath away. She was dressed in a simple, short, dark-blue shift dress, but it touched her curves exactly right. His gaze strayed to her bare thighs, and then with a smile he raised his eyes to hers.

“Emily, you look beautiful. I’m early, I know.”

She nodded and smiled. “It doesn’t matter. It’s great to see you.” She opened the door wider. “Come in.”

Chris stepped into the hall. It brought them to stand very close together. His heart pounded.
Will she see my jacket move with the force of this pounding?
It’s probably loud enough for her to hear.
He stared at her. Conviction she was meant to be his, that they were destined for each other, gave him courage. He held out his arms.

Emily went into them, molding her body against his, her arms sliding around his neck.

The move enchanted Chris. His hips surged forward against her. He pressed his erection onto her stomach. His arms around her waist, he bent his head slowly to hers. The sexual tension between them lent an air of unreality to the atmosphere. The moment his lips met hers Chris felt as if every muscle in his body had dissolved. The floating sensation was exquisite. He savored her mouth. He soaked up every brush of her breath, every inch of her body as she pressed against him, her soft lips kissing him, her hands gentle in his hair. Delight coursed through him. Low moans from them both added to the raw sexual connection. His cock throbbed. His balls pulsed. He ran his hands down Emily’s ass to cup her there, lift and hold her to his body as he thrust the bulge in his pants against her.

Emily broke the kiss to whisper a question against his lips. “Chris, did you book dinner anywhere?”

He took a breath. The loss of the kiss pulled his mouth back to hers. He kissed her between words. “Why? No, I was hoping to take you to a quiet place a friend recommended.” He kissed along her cheek to her ear and then down her neck. Her skin was like silk. He rubbed his lips, nose, and cheek against it, tenderly, loving the scent of her.

“I thought we might stay here for a while, unless you’re hungry…I…” Her murmured words against his ear sent ripples of sensation down his stomach to his cock.

He groaned. She wanted him. He sensed it. He scented her desire. The air vibrated, saturated with sexual longing. “I’m hungry for you. I want you badly. I can’t think straight for wanting you naked in my arms. I know we’ve just met. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head. “I want you, too.” She moved to take his hands. She led him down her hall to a room.

As they went through the door, Chris realized it was her bedroom. He saw the balcony window he’d stared through before.

She turned and offered her dress zipper to him. The movement of her hair released a clean yet heady perfume.

He fumbled for a second. The nape of her neck enticed him. He kissed her shoulder as he pulled down the zip. When his fingers encountered her panties he moved back to watch as she shook the dress from her shoulders, and down her arms. It slipped to the floor, past her hips. She stood before him, and his breath left him. Her bra was barely there, her panties like a tiny band of lace. He gathered her into his arms slowly, fighting down the urge to pull her to the floor and fuck her hard.

He merged his lips with hers in a kiss that closed his eyes with lust. His body heavy with desire, his cock painfully hard, strained at his clothes. The pressure of her fingers as she unfastened his pants sent a buzz of excitement over his skin. Tonight he’d worn a suit. The pants came undone easily, and her fingertips trailed over the head of his cock. A groan formed in his throat. He shuddered as she grasped his cock.

“You’ll make me come. I’m out of practice. That feels great.” His voice sounded strange. He shook as sweat beaded on his forehead.

Emily let him go carefully. “You’re hot.” She laughed. “I mean you’re warm. Let’s get these clothes off you.”

* * * *

Emily watched him undress. Based on what he looked like clothed, she expected beauty and he
was
beautiful, his body sculpted and hard, his skin smooth. She looked at him and a wave of pure lust traveled over her as she realized how big his cock was. The tip reached high on his stomach muscles, and she longed to take it into her mouth to run her tongue around the head. She stepped close to him, sighing with pleasure. She ran her hands over his perfect torso and kissed along his chest muscles. “You’re gorgeous.”

He bent his head and nuzzled her lips with his.

The tease along her bottom lip sent her nipples wild. They peaked against the lace of her bra. She felt light headed as he held her head and kissed her hard. A rush of wet doused her panties and she pushed her body against him.

He gently let her go.

“Let’s get these off you.” His voice was low as he echoed her earlier words with a melting smile.

The throaty sound brought waves of sexual longing. Her pussy clenched with desire.

His fingertips trailed over her shoulders as he took off her bra and kissed where he touched. As her breasts were revealed, he swooped on them, sucking each nipple into his mouth in turn.

With each gentle pull, her pussy throbbed. Her panties were soaked by the time he took them down her thighs.

Chris traced wet kisses along her stomach.

It made her moan. She held his head, his hair soft under her fingers. She had to let him go to step out of her panties. His sigh reached her ears through her fog of lust. Only dimly aware he’d kneeled, she bucked to his hands and lips as he brushed them against the tops of her thighs.

He stood quickly and picked her up. With one step, he reached the bed with her in his arms. His hand under her ass teased at her pussy. His arm around her waist clamped her to his muscled chest.

It was nearly agony to lose his touch when he placed her on the bed and leaned back to look at her.
Fuck, he’s so sexy.

“Chris.” Her voice came out in a whisper. She knew her expression held longing.

He leaned over her.

Painful anticipation drove her to grasp his hips and pull him onto her body. His mouth on hers, she opened her legs to have him lie between her thighs. A moan of desperation escaped when he lifted his body away and lay beside her.

He kissed her tenderly and cupped her pussy with one hand.

She slipped her arms around his head and turned to him. The feel of his palm against her wet entrance drove her crazy, and she rubbed against it.

She gasped when he pushed fingers into her pussy and left his thumb to push on her clit.

His thumb pressed and circled.

The pleasure was so great, Emily groaned into his mouth. “Please, please…don’t stop.”

Chris sucked her bottom lip, grazed it with his teeth, and pumped his fingers in her pussy. He murmured against her lips, “I won’t last long once we fuck. I need to have you come for me. You’re delicious, so lovely…”

He curled his fingers in her pussy, and his tongue circled hers. Her orgasm hovered and then burned through her. It was so intense she couldn’t breathe. Her gasps matched the convulsions of her clit. The spot inside her, where his fingers still curled, clenched with wave after wave of sensation. She held his head to hers tightly and kissed him hard. The dual sensation of his mouth on hers and the orgasm was incredible. Emily stilled as finally the orgasm subsided.

Chris gently moved his fingers from her pussy.

She spread her legs. “I want you now.” She couldn’t believe how good it was when he lay between her legs. Just the feel of his body against her inner thighs sent her pussy into aftershocks of sensation from the huge orgasm she’d experienced.

The head of his cock slipped on her entrance, and then he was filling her, slowly, inch after delicious inch. The depth of pleasure forced groans from her and she lifted her hips to his thrusts.

He bent to suck at her breasts as he pounded. His teeth scraped her nipples.

Another orgasm tantalized her. She writhed with need, balanced on the edge of release.

He knelt, lifted her under her ass, and slid his cock along her clit.

Emily’s orgasm rippled from her clit up inside her as Chris thrust in again hard.

He moaned jerking up into her pussy, hard, harder, and then his thrusts subsided and he shuddered out a sigh. “Fucking hell.”

He settled onto her, covering her body, but supporting his weight on his forearms. He kissed her tenderly. “I feel so good, how about you?”

Emily smiled. “Yes.” She traced her hands down his back, and up his sides. His hard muscles under her fingertips, she kissed him softly. “I needed this so much.”

Chris kissed her cheek and nestled his nose along hers. “Me, too, I can’t tell you what it means to me to have met you. I’ve been looking a long time.”

Emily stroked his body. A surge of emotion at his words made her hug him. Tenderness filled her.

“Are you hungry now? We can make a sandwich. The night stays light for a long time. We could sit in my garden and talk.”

Chris kissed her. The tip of his tongue met hers.

Her pussy throbbed.

He smiled against her lips. “That felt good.” His cock was still inside her. He slid his tongue on hers again.

Emily held him close with a smile as her pussy reacted to the touch.

They cuddled silently for a few moments and then he slowly withdrew his cock. He kissed her and sat up.

Emily gazed up into his eyes and knew his expression held love. Delight filled her. This was just what she’d hoped for. She didn’t know enough about him yet, but so far, he was exactly what she’d dreamed about and yearned for.

Chris traced her cheekbone with a fingertip. “I could eat now. What about you? I’d love to sit in your garden with you. We can still go out to dinner though, if you’d prefer.” He smiled at her. Tenderness welled up. She was special. Her sexual response to him was perfect. She was beautiful. He saw kindness in her eyes. The scent of her body surrounded him with love, sex, and hope.