Free Falling by Sahara Kelly Page A

approached and Cris dropped his hand as their drinks appeared in front of them with a flourish.
    Jen glanced at him. "Oh…this looks good?"
    "Chocolate martini, Ma'am. Boss thought you might enjoy it." Grinning over his pristine white shirt and black vest, the bartended nodded at Cris. "And your usual, sir."
    "Thanks, Barry." Cris nodded back and sipped from a tall glass of something fizzy with a slice of lemon in it.
    "Chocolate martini, huh?" She turned the glass, admiring the artistic scrollwork created with a squeeze bottle of chocolate syrup. Then she took a sip. And for a moment the world was dazzlingly wonderful.
    "Like it?" The dark brown eyes were amused.
    "Like it?" She moaned a little. "This is heaven in a glass. I could dive into this and drown quite happily." She sipped again. "Whoever invented this should be given a Nobel prize for making people happy. Two of 'em."
    "That good, huh?"
    "That good." She nodded and went back for more. Not an adventurous drinker, she'd never have ordered one of these for herself. But the seductive blend of chocolate, silky cream and the underlying snap of vodka, well…hell. It was a milkshake with a kick, a frozen chocolate creamsicle with a side of mood enhancing relaxers.
    Not that her mood needed enhancing. After barely her fourth sip, she found herself staring at Cris's mouth, wondering in turn what he tasted like. And whether she could figure out a way to smear chocolate on him before she kissed the bejeezus out of him.
    Jen the wanton slut had apparently decided to make an appearance. Jen the perfectly normal and proper woman slithered onto a couch and hid her head.
    "Cris." She spoke his name quietly. "Forgive me for saying this, but I want you."
    His gaze shot to meet hers. "Good. I want you too, Jennifer. I really like that you can talk to me with honesty. Makes it easier to say things I might not otherwise say."
    She leaned toward him. "Like what?"
    "Like I'm tormented by the need to taste your pussy. I can still remember the fragrance of your body when it's aroused. I want my mouth there, my tongue there. I want to feel your thighs against my head, pressing into me as I make you come."
    "Jesus." Sweat dewed Jen's body and she shivered in the air conditioning, a combination of need and cool breezes. She spoke without thinking, saying what was in her heart at that moment. "Yes."
    Cris slid from the stool, picked up her drink and handed it to her. "We'll take this with us." He walked her away from the bar.
    "What about yours?" She glanced back.
    "It's seltzer. I don't drink very much and especially not tonight. I want to make sure every second I spend with you is clear and fresh in my mind."
    His arm slipped around her waist and he steered her steadily to the elevator, urging her inside, tapping his foot as they waited for the door to close. He pulled a small key from his pocket and turned it in an unmarked slot above the floor buttons. "My personal suite. Small but convenient."
    She nodded, her throat thick at the scent of him. He was clean and masculine, tangy and slightly tropical. Part of her mind wondered what cologne he used, but the rest of her just wondered what he'd taste like when she ran her tongue over every inch of him.
    He took her glass as the elevator began to move.
    And crushed her against the copper wall, kissing her fiercely.
    Surprised, thrilled and eager, Jen kissed him back, her mouth opening, tongue seeking, learning, tasting…
    The doors slid open and they parted with mutual sighs.
    "Welcome to my home. I hope you like it. I'll show it to you later." He put down her glass, took her purse and put it on the same small table, then grabbed her hand.
    "Follow me. You and I are wearing far too many clothes."
    She toed off her shoes and followed him to his bedroom, suppressing a slight gasp as she saw the wall of glass opening onto a patio and a view of the landscape that was breathtaking. The lights outside were dim and there were no lights inside at