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

untouched by the anguish in Jonathan's body. When he turned those eyes on her the glassy glitter disappeared and his clear blue fire lit his face.   
    She said, her voice patient, “I'm so sorry, Jonathan. Were you close to ...” She waited patiently for him to fill in a name. 
    “Jeffrey…a good kid...liked drawing dragons,” his voice a calm, laced in memories of his young friend. She squeezed his fingers beneath hers and waited for him to continue. Jonathan’s shoulders relaxed. “The kid had talent, just needed direction.” He paused ran a finger over the steering wheel before turning to face her eyes pained and said, “A serious loss.”
    She turned fully toward him reaching across the space and brought his face to hers. A hint of stubble rasped her lips as she brushed a kiss over his jaw, then whispered in his ear, “You're a good man.”
    The rest of the ride through the dark night held silent. Kenya could see that's what he needed, quiet. Who was this man with the big heart and cold eyes...until he set them on her and then they transformed into blue fire?
    In her building, crossing the hall from the elevator, Kenya pulled out her keys Jonathan standing beside her, hands in his wool dress coats pockets. Stepping in, she turned expecting him to follow her into the apartment. Instead, he rested along the doorjamb; ankle crossed the same way he was when they met in his bedroom.
    “Get some rest, pretty lady.”
    She hung her purse from the coat hook next to the door on the wall. “I liked the music. Not normally, a fan of jazz but that was nice. You want anything before you leave? Coffee or something? It’s only eight. I don’t want to seem inhospitable.”
    “I promised an hour.” He nodded toward her kitchen counter. “Better put that flower in some water.”
    She stepped to the counter and picked up the rose he’d brought in when he first came by. “The florist must love to see you coming. All the flowers were beautiful, Jonathan. The pj’s are sweet and thank you for replacing my stockings.” Dropping the bud in a tall glass, she stepped into the doorway, not expecting him to grab her coat, and pull her to him until they were a breath away from one another. Minty breath greeted her. When had he popped a mint?
    “Come by the penthouse when you get off work tomorrow. We’ll order some dinner.” Then his mouth rubbed gently over hers. Did he just announce they were dating now?
    She cupped his elbows keeping her body from pressing into his. She said, “I can’t. I’m going shopping with my mother and aunt tomorrow. It’s a monthly thing we do.”
    “Family is important,” he said, unbuttoning her coat and pushing it down her sleeves. This man breathed charm. Reaching past her, he slipped her coat onto the hook inside the door along the wall. “I want to see you again before the weekend.”
    “I’ll call you if something changes.”
    “You just brushed me off, Kenya?” he asked more of a statement.
    “No, I have other plans. If I had plans with you and someone invited me out, they would get the same answer. I have other plans.”
    He said, “Honesty, very attractive quality.” Her lids closed behind Jonathan’s knuckles, brushing down her cheek, and found she’d leaned into his hand cupping her face.
    “Call me when you’re done with whatever came up with your cousin. We can do something next week if our schedules mesh.”
    Kenya found her back covered by Jonathan’s hands. His kiss was real, deep, and hungry this time. Tasting, licking, caressing her tongue. Jonathan pressed his body into hers, the length of him more than impressive jabbed her along the stomach beneath the dress. Melting as his hands cupped and massaged the nape of her neck. His mouth sent shivers to her toes. Kenya ground her hips along the hard plain of his body, heard herself moan. 
    Jonathan angled away, smiling, his hand covering her behind. She removed his hand from her butt. The guy took liberties like