Free Sara's Unyielding Lover (The Lovers Series) by Joslyn Black

there naked while he was covered
Sara asked.
    “Can you hand me my bath
robe it’s on the hook behind the door. The yellow terry cloth one, not the
flowered silk please.”
    “And what if I don’t
want you to cover up? You have a mouthwatering body; I could just stare at you
all day and all night, well once you take the towel off your head.” He chuckled
    Sara didn’t know why but
she found herself smiling at his audacious answer.
    “But I’ll be cold.” Her
voice somewhat sing songish; almost sounding like a whine.
    Shaking his head from
side to side as he went to get her robe from behind the door he replied in a
somewhat mocking voice.
    “Well we can’t have that
now can we?”
    With the robe in one
hand and the clothes from the floor in the other he walked back to Sara who was
still standing in the shower. As she reached to take the robe, Eric pulled it
back.
    “No, no, no.” He taunted
“First you have to pay me.”
    “Pay you? With what?”   Hands on her hips Sara asked the high
pitch of her voice and the look on her face showed the astonishment that she
felt.
    Her face was so
expressive; Eric could tell what she was feeling and most likely thinking just
by her looks. Right now her hand hung in the air reaching for the robe. Her
mouth was slightly opened and when her eye brows shot up, her eyes had
momentarily widened. Grinning like a Cheshire cat who had caught a mouse; he
leaned in close and answered. “With this.” Then he took her mouth in an ardent
kiss. With his payment received he handed Sara her robe so she could shrug in
on.

Chapter 12

 
 
    Thirsty after all their
canoodling and a hot steaming shower Sara made her way to the kitchen with Eric
following at her heels. Opening the cabinet door to get a glass for herself her
back to him she asked
    “Are you thirsty? I’m
getting a glass of tea for myself.”
    “Yeah, glass of tea
sounds good.” He replied as he walked up behind her putting a hand on either
side of her; trapping her against the counter. He then ran his nose from the
side of her head down to her neck. “Mmmmmmm” he purred “Pear has now become my
new favorite scent.”
    Sara somewhat trembled
from the feel of his warm breath on her neck. Reaching for the second glass she
placed it on the counter next to hers. Hands holding onto the counter, head
down eyes closed in a whisper of a voice she countered.
    “You’re gonna have to
move so I can get us the tea.”
    Eric chortled against
her ear, placed a gentle kiss on her cheek and backed up till he was leaning on
the island. No longer confined Sara turned to open her frig. Her frig had those
side by side doors which she didn’t particularly like; yes they had the same
cubit space as regular frigs but in reality it was so narrow on each side you
couldn’t put big platters or a flat of sodas inside. But she did like the fact
that she had an ice dispenser. She hated ice trays she could never get the
cubes out without turning it upside down and banging it on the counter.
    Sara went back to the
counter with a jug filled with a dark reddish purplish liquid inside; she was
filling up her glass when Eric leaned back with his muscled arms crossed over
his bare chest and asked. “What kind tea is purple?”
    “Jo Ann took me to a
Mexican restaurant for lunch on my first day of work; she ordered this tea for
me. I think it’s called hicama or something. Well I loved it so much Jo Ann
bought me a jug and gave it to me then next day.”
    Eric’s body shook with laughter;
shaking his head he corrected her. “No baby it’s called Jamaica; it’s pronounced
ha-my-cah. It’s more popular in the Hispanic community than anywhere else. It’s
made from Hibiscus blossoms. It’s actually really bitter if you don’t sweeten
it enough.”
    Sara snickered at her
hack job of pronouncing the drinks name; while handing over a glass to Eric and
taking a sip from hers. It was cool refreshing and sweet; she drank till the
cup was nearly half