Free You Called Me-ARE and Apple epub by Cora Blu Page B

crossed her arms over her quickly pebbling nipples under the thin tank top. His predatory smile held her captive. She forced the fog from her mind and complained, “Sure, help yourself to my drink too.”
    He set the glass on the coffee table stepped over it and crossed the space to plant himself between her feet. His chest brushed her folded arms. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch and her farther her head tipped back the lower his mouth came to hers. 
    Why did she have so little restraint around this rascal? Because he smelled like a warm sunset no way to walk away from the glorious heat radiating down on her from his stare, that's why.
    She gave in, allowed him to cradle her against the ripped plane of his chest. If she stepped back he'd see her hard nipples, she stayed and he said, “You look better,” tilting his face side to side, “and your complexion is warmer. Looks like you’re getting enough rest?”
    A doctor now, big guy?
    “I’m fine,” she assured him yet his bedside manner continued. Stunned by him placing the back of his hand to her forehead, she said, “Jonathan, honest, I'm fine. No need to continue checking up on me,” she urged to deaf ears. His gripped tightened on her waist, squeezing, flexing. Hands flat to his chest, she pressed him away until she could at least see him. “You know, there is a thing called personal space, Blakemore. I can hear you just fine from here.”
    He slipped a hand into his pocket, gave an apologetic nod but didn't move back any farther. “Not going to work?” he questioned, eyeing her yoga pants and sweatshirt, making her more uncomfortable.
    “I'm working a different shift this week.”
    “I came to share my dinner; you never had a chance to eat in the penthouse.” He trailed his hand, moving up to her hair, threading fingers through her ponytail. “Cute, it suits you,” he said sweetly, eyeing it slipping through his fingers.
    “This week I'm participating in a mentor shadowing program at work. It's sort of a protégé program, the CEO in marketing is my mentor. It's actually very informative.”
    His brows rose before he brushed a finger over her nose so delicately it felt as if he’d kissed her. The tangy scent of the egg noodle’s rich sauce coiled under her nose with a hint of mint from his breath. His eyes held so many colors within the aluminum blue till she could make out shapes as if looking into a Monet where the colors where scrambled and slowly the real picture came into view...a sailboat on the ocean with a burning sunset in the background.
    “Why don’t you let me take you out and we can listen to some jazz?”
    Kenya felt his heart beat beneath her fingers gripping his sweater. Lord, she was clutching the poor man’s clothes. When had she even raised her hand? She unclenched her fingers, smoothing out the thick material. Even worse, his pecs were like stainless steel bowls turned upside down. She was going to be naked soon.
    “Kenya…”
    She blinked. “I can’t. I have an early meeting with another client. I've waited five months to be accepted into this program...I can’t show up tired and I’m not a big fan of jazz.”
    Kenya’s breasts wanted to go because they stood up nice and perky when Jonathan’s fingers cupped her face. The green and blue cable knit sweater added multi-hues reflecting in his dark eyes. “Just give it a try. Hearing it live is a different experience. One hour, then I’ll have you back home and tuck you into bed myself,” he promised.
    Fighting his offer would just prolong how long they’d be out and it was safer to be out in public then here in her home…alone.
    “Nine, but no later, and we can skip the tucking in part, I'm a big girl.” She put force behind her words and hoped he didn’t comment.
    “We’ll see,” he warned. It should have bothered her he'd made himself at home in her favorite chair in the living room...it should have...  
    An hour later Kenya had slipped the navy dress back