Free Cafe in the Park (Siren Publishing Classic) by Elodie Parkes

fridge. “What can I get you? Juice, or would you like coffee or soda. There’s cola. Art drinks it.” He looked hopeful.
    Emily’s heart lurched with love. She went to him and hugged him.
    “Chris, I love your house. It’s like you, beautiful, cool, mysterious, and appealing. I want to be here. I want to be with you.” She longed to tell him she loved him. She knew she already did. He wasn’t only sexy. He was extremely loveable.
    Chris crushed her to his muscular body. He snuggled his face into her neck in a kiss. Then trailed kisses up her jaw to her mouth. “Thank you.”
    He traced his fingers down her cheek. “What will you have to drink, or are you hungry?”
    Emily smiled at his care. “Orange juice will be great if you have it.”
    This obviously pleased Chris a lot. He brought heavy-bottomed glasses from a cabinet, filled them with ice cubes, and then poured in orange juice.
    Emily watched him. The elegance and power in his movements mesmerized her. The angle of his jaw, the way his dark hair fell over his forehead, enticed her. She longed to touch him again.
    He picked up the glasses. “Let’s go.”
    She went with him, smiling at his enthusiasm.
    The room he led her to was off the hall and cavernous. It was one of the rooms built into the rock. A whole wall was lovely gray stone. They seemed to descend into the room, but Emily didn’t know how that worked. She gasped with delight at the sunken pool where the big colorful fish swam.
    Chris placed the glasses of orange juice on a coffee table and took her in his arms.
    “You like this place.”
    Emily nodded, gazing up into his blue eyes. “I do.”
    He led her to the far end of the room. A glass door led to a balcony. Chris opened the door and took Emily out there.
    “Wow, this side is quite high up, but how. I thought we’d gone down.”
    “Both, partly under and into the rock, and then up again.”
    His face so close to hers, the spell of sexual need wove around her.
    She kissed him quickly.
    He tightened his hold on her hands. He caught her to his body.
    She clung to him.
    He took her face in his hands and kissed her, lingering until she pressed against him. He whispered, “This is my sanctuary.”
    His breath sent waves of sexual feeling from her ear to her nipples.
    She nestled against him, craving the oblivion of his kiss and his hands on her body.
    He nuzzled down her neck with soft wet kisses. He pulled the straps of her dress down her arms and reached the swell of her breasts with his lips.
    Emily held his head to her breast as he moved the lace of her bra and began to suck on a nipple. The haze of sex weakened her and she sank against him to have his masculinity surround her. With each of his sucks on her nipples, her clit throbbed, her stomach tightened, and nothing in the world mattered other than being with him, surrendering to his hands and lips.
    He ran his hands along her back and down to knead the softness at the top of her thighs.
    He drew back to look at her. The low light on the balcony glimmered on his dark hair.
    Emily saw the strange green light she’d seen before flicker in his eyes, and then they returned to their usual lovely blue.
    His mouth descended on hers again and she lost all thought. His thumbs stroked her nipples. She pushed into his sexy touch, eager for more. She opened her mouth to his tongue and felt the tip tempt hers. It was electrifying. Just that small tease with the tip of his tongue made her throb between her legs. Her panties were wet through. She heard a low moan escape him. Raw desire coursed through her. She pushed his black T-shirt up his body to trace his muscles.
    Chris helped her, pulling it off. He took her hands and put them on his chest as he kissed her again. “Touch me, everywhere. I’m yours. I need you, need your hands on me, need your kisses…so much.”
    Emily let herself go. She kissed him hard, groaning every time her pussy throbbed for him. She scratched down his back, not