I sip the coffee slowly, taking a mont to try and get myself under control. Every ti I see him it’s like a rush of adrenaline. I can feel his eyes on the whole ti. When I pull the cup away from my mouth I glance back at him, and the smile is gone. His face is unreadable, so I stare into his dark eyes wondering what he’s thinking, hoping he feels even a little bit of what I feel for him. He has to, right? He buys coffee and goes out of his way to make small talk. There has to be sothing there, or otherwise why would he bother?
His hand cos up and he brushes his thumb across my lips. I inhale softly as the touch shoots through every vein of my body. He’s soft and tender, and when his thumb falls away, I lick the place he touched, wanting to taste him. But all I can taste is coffee. Then I glance at his thumb and see whip cream on it. He was wiping it away for .
"Thank you," I mumble as embarrassnt washes over . The blush cos back and I feel like a dork.
Slowly, as if he’s deliberately trying to make my panties explode, he brings his thumb to his mouth and licks the cream from it. My Smith pounds and I feel a tingle between my legs. How can sothing so simple make react like this?
"Sweet." His voice is deep and rumbles from his chest. For so reason it feels as if he’s not talking about the whip cream.
"Anything against that black coffee is going to be sweet." My eyes drop to his broad chest. Today he has on a deep blue tie and dark gray suit.
"Maybe I should taste more of what you have." He takes a step toward , closing the small amount of space that’s between us. His warm scent surrounds and I wonder if it’s him or a cologne. He’s so close and he’s so big that I barely co up to the middle of his broad chest.
A wave of heat rolls down my own chest, past my stomach and between my thighs. I clench them together, trying to find relief, but all I can do is gasp for air as he towers over . He leans down so slowly that I think he is going to kiss , but he stops before his lips et mine. My Smith is pounding in my ears as everything around fades away. Everything dulls except for awareness at how close Loka is to my body.
"Why haven’t you called ?" His tone is stern and a little admonishing. I don’t even notice I’m leaning up and trying to get my mouth closer to his. Sothing about his voice makes want to be closer to him. I like it. I open my mouth to ask him what he ans, but then I feel his hand on my hip. He stops from getting closer to him, stops from moving. His fingers dig into as he grips in a firm hold. "Not here."
"What?" I ask, lost in a lusty haze. I’m dying at the feel of his hand on . He’s so close and everything in is screaming at him to put his lips on mine. Kiss , kiss , kiss .
"Jesus. I never imagined you could be so adorable and fuckable all at once," he growls. His fingers flex against as if he doesn’t want to let go.
"You think I’m sexy?" It’s the only part I’m able to process.
Loka takes a step back from , releasing my hip. I miss his touch imdiately and want to follow his retreat. He glances around, then suddenly I blink, rembering we are in a public place. I look around to see that the coffee shop is busy and so people are staring at us.
He runs his hand through his wavy black hair, making it ssy. I bite my lip, wondering what I’ve done to make him so agitated. He’s clearly upset and I’m beginning to wonder if I’ve just made a fool of myself.
"You haven’t called ," he says again, his tone accusatory.
"Call you?" How on earth could I call him? I don’t have his number.
"I’ve given you my number multiple tis now."
I shake my head, but he sighs and points to my cup. I glance down at it, and I gasp in shock. On the side of it is his na in bold with a phone number underneath it. I’m such an idiot.
"Oh," is what tumbles out of my mouth and I wish I could have thought of sothing better to say.
He runs his hand through his hair again, and I have the biggest urge to step toward him and fix it.
"I’ll pick you up after work."
"Pick up after work?" My mind is racing, and I can’t keep up with his train of thought.
"Yes." He steps forward again, like he can’t stand the space he put between us. He brings his hand up and grazes it across my jaw with a feather-light touch. "Wait inside and I’ll co in and get you."
He leans down and brushes his nose along my neck. I swear I feel him inhale and breathe in. His lips press against the soft skin below my ear, and I close my eyes. I have to be dreaming.
Suddenly, he’s gone and I’m standing there stunned. What just happened, and more importantly, how does he know where I work?
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