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Authors: Nikki Wild
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walk there felt like an eternity. My momentary boldness in front of the mirror started to fracture, cracks in the facade of friendly flirtatiousness I was hoping to fake. What if they weren't coming? What if this was all a setup, a hidden camera joke? What if they were just actors, hired by the website to steal my credit card information?
A tornado of doubts swirled in my brain, so intense that I barely noticed I was walking until I was there. The corner cafe was a cozy little place, but still well lit and public. Perfect for meeting new people.
I reached out and grasped the door handle. "Okay, Nicolette Jean," I whispered to myself, straightening my shoulders. "It's go time."
All at once the door flew outward, nearly knocking me back on my heels. "Shit!" I cried as I lost my balance and fell backwards.
I never hit the ground. Instead I felt myself caught up in a pair of strong, warm arms, rock solid. Looking up in wonder, I saw the face of Jor looming above me, concern written across his face.
"Nicole! Oh my god, I am so sorry," he babbled, his honeyed voice rumbling through me as he righted us both. "I saw you coming and wanted to get the door for you. I am so sorry that I startled you."
I stammered as he steadied me, his hands warm and gentle on the bare skin of my arms. He looked even better in person, his face alive with mischief and passion as he looked me over hungrily. There was no denying the way his eyes raked over my skin and he definitely did not need to still be holding me as tightly as he was.
Not that I minded.
We were locked in a sexy staring contest when another figure unfurled himself from the tiny cafe table. "Are you okay, Nicole?" rumbled the deep, bass voice that could only belong to Call.
I didn't even need to look at him to know that he was better in person than he was as pixels on a screen. And I had definitely enjoyed him as pixels on a screen.
"I'm okay," I squeaked, still feeling the effects of Jor's touch on my skin. My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking with something other than nerves. Call it tension...of a sexual kind.
"I took the liberty of ordering for you so you wouldn't have to wait," Call rumbled at me, sweeping me into a chair and setting a mug of frothiness in front of me. "Does a caramel macchiato sound okay?"
I blinked at him in amazement. "That's my favorite," I sighed, cupping my hands around the steaming mug.
He smiled and twirled the chair around so that he was straddling it. My eyes went to that bulge between his legs like they were stuck in a tractor beam. Realizing what I had just done, I blushed and wrenched them back up to his face, only to see that he was grinning at me in a half-cocked smile of ridiculous sexiness.
"I had a feeling it might be," he smiled.
"How so?"
"You just seemed like a caramel macchiato girl," he murmured, delicately tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.
His touch electrified my skin so that I shivered. Jor jumped up. "Are you cold?" he asked, swinging his leather jacket off of his shoulders.
Before I could demure, he had settled the worn, buttery soft jacket over my bare shoulders. I was hit with the scent that rose off of it in waves, the rich scent of sandalwood mixed with the sharp scent of pine. It smelled like the woods and I found myself inhaling so deeply that I was giving myself a head-rush. Or maybe it was their proximity to me that was making me feel like a Victorian woman with a case of the vapors. Both men were watching me so intently, like my every move was a piece of artistry they meant to memorize. I had barely said three words to either of them, and yet I somehow got the feeling that I could trust them with everything. Like they wanted what was best for me…
Me? I was a different story. I didn't want what was best for them, I just wanted them. The insatiable desire that started throbbing deep in my core made me cross my legs
A tornado of doubts swirled in my brain, so intense that I barely noticed I was walking until I was there. The corner cafe was a cozy little place, but still well lit and public. Perfect for meeting new people.
I reached out and grasped the door handle. "Okay, Nicolette Jean," I whispered to myself, straightening my shoulders. "It's go time."
All at once the door flew outward, nearly knocking me back on my heels. "Shit!" I cried as I lost my balance and fell backwards.
I never hit the ground. Instead I felt myself caught up in a pair of strong, warm arms, rock solid. Looking up in wonder, I saw the face of Jor looming above me, concern written across his face.
"Nicole! Oh my god, I am so sorry," he babbled, his honeyed voice rumbling through me as he righted us both. "I saw you coming and wanted to get the door for you. I am so sorry that I startled you."
I stammered as he steadied me, his hands warm and gentle on the bare skin of my arms. He looked even better in person, his face alive with mischief and passion as he looked me over hungrily. There was no denying the way his eyes raked over my skin and he definitely did not need to still be holding me as tightly as he was.
Not that I minded.
We were locked in a sexy staring contest when another figure unfurled himself from the tiny cafe table. "Are you okay, Nicole?" rumbled the deep, bass voice that could only belong to Call.
I didn't even need to look at him to know that he was better in person than he was as pixels on a screen. And I had definitely enjoyed him as pixels on a screen.
"I'm okay," I squeaked, still feeling the effects of Jor's touch on my skin. My mouth was dry and my hands were shaking with something other than nerves. Call it tension...of a sexual kind.
"I took the liberty of ordering for you so you wouldn't have to wait," Call rumbled at me, sweeping me into a chair and setting a mug of frothiness in front of me. "Does a caramel macchiato sound okay?"
I blinked at him in amazement. "That's my favorite," I sighed, cupping my hands around the steaming mug.
He smiled and twirled the chair around so that he was straddling it. My eyes went to that bulge between his legs like they were stuck in a tractor beam. Realizing what I had just done, I blushed and wrenched them back up to his face, only to see that he was grinning at me in a half-cocked smile of ridiculous sexiness.
"I had a feeling it might be," he smiled.
"How so?"
"You just seemed like a caramel macchiato girl," he murmured, delicately tucking a wayward strand of hair behind my ear.
His touch electrified my skin so that I shivered. Jor jumped up. "Are you cold?" he asked, swinging his leather jacket off of his shoulders.
Before I could demure, he had settled the worn, buttery soft jacket over my bare shoulders. I was hit with the scent that rose off of it in waves, the rich scent of sandalwood mixed with the sharp scent of pine. It smelled like the woods and I found myself inhaling so deeply that I was giving myself a head-rush. Or maybe it was their proximity to me that was making me feel like a Victorian woman with a case of the vapors. Both men were watching me so intently, like my every move was a piece of artistry they meant to memorize. I had barely said three words to either of them, and yet I somehow got the feeling that I could trust them with everything. Like they wanted what was best for me…
Me? I was a different story. I didn't want what was best for them, I just wanted them. The insatiable desire that started throbbing deep in my core made me cross my legs
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