You Called Me-ARE and Apple epub by Cora Blu

on, retrieved her shoes from her tote and slid them on. Brushing her hair back, a quick stop in front of the mirror she eased on her black headband padded out to the living room and let him lead her out to his car.
    The man drove a Bentley. Who had she let into her world? Her private closed-off world. 
    Stepping through a private room in The Pink Diamond, exclusive, private, upper crust all applied to this place. Jonathan braced his hand against her waist as they followed the host to a booth along the shadowed room’s richly paneled walls. Kenya tucked her purse in between her hip and the tufted cushion of the booth, feeling Jonathan slide in beside her. His arms in his lap surprised her as she was certain he’d put it around her shoulders.
    The waiter took their order, came back, and set two icy Coke's on the table. Kenya slipped a straw into her drink and took a quick sip wetting her dry throat. The music started, Jonathan leaned into her shoulder threaded their fingers under the table and tugged her one hand into his lap.
    She gave in, angled her body into his before he slid his hand over her hip and held her close. Crossing her leg brought his hand to move along her thigh. His light grip tickled her skin under the dress. Sultry music moved through the compact room. Lights dimmed gave way to each table’s gentle glow under one linen-shaded candle.
    Saxophone and piano’s sultry vibe tied a sensual, twisted rope around their table. She dipped her head feeling something on her legs and found Jonathan’s fingers tapping out the rhythm against her leg his eyes intent on the band. He appeared to enjoy the music. It pleased her on a feminine level that her presence brought him comfort. 
    “They have an amazing chocolate cake…”His voice, a soft whisper, crossed her lips with his face so close.  
    “I’ll split one with you if you’re hungry.”
    Jonathan tipped his head and ten minutes later a waiter placed a chocolate wedge surrounded by strawberry syrup drizzled over the edges.
    “Open,” he said, lifting a fork full, and she couldn't refuse him when the sweet aroma flowed under her nose. She closed her lips around the fork, pulled the decadent dessert into her mouth, the fork sliding away from her lips. Jonathan's face lowering toward her mouth, mesmerized her with the tip of his tongue slowly licking out to swipe the strawberry syrup from her bottom lip, clearing away all evidence of the sticky dessert. He traced a finger across the seam of her mouth brought his face close enough for their noses to touch. Kenya missed his hand coming up between them cupping her chin tilting her face until his mouth found hers. The kiss; delicate, gentle, and unhurried, just the way she liked it. Their open eyes had to be the sexiest and most intimate way she'd ever been kissed and Jonathan was giving her his all. If this was an indication of other talents, put her name at the top of the list with a Sharpie. Squeezing her thighs together Kenya blushed as a soft pop hit the air when Jonathan released her bottom lip after sucking it as he sat back. Pressure shot through her sex making her squirm in her seat.    
    “I guess I should have asked if you like strawberry syrup first,” he teased and she caught the flush up his neck. She'd affected him just as much. Good.
    This guy’s gonna have her sprawled out over this seat soon. “Strawberry is fine…slow down, Blakemore.” He moved faster than she could process.
    “I don't come speed dial equipped, Kenya. If you don't like something I do, tell me not to do it…simple.”
    “Fair enough,” she said, her internal heat rising under his attention. Bringing the fork down on the silken wedge of chocolate, the middle separated, Jonathan’s warm hand covered her hand around the handle seconds before fudge oozed from the center. She sucked in a breath. Jonathan ran a finger through the decadent pudding, held his finger up, slipping his lips around it, sucking the digit