caffeine.”
Her sweet smile returned. That was good. He kept his suspicions about the man on the corner to himself. No need to worry her more. Their tail would either make a mistake or make a move on them. Until then, Trevor might as well act as if he didn’t know the man was there. He’d keep Cynthia in a public place as long as possible before taking her back to the hotel for safekeeping. If the man following them showed up at either location that would be time enough for Trevor to confront him.
Cynthia added her other hand to the one already tucked in his elbow and matched her steps to his. “I thought you Brits were addicted to tea? Not coffee.”
“My mother hates tea. I grew up drinking coffee, strong and black. Lots of it.”
She chuckled, the soft curve of her hip rocking against his while they walked the crowded sidewalks. “Isn’t that bad for growing children?”
“My mother didn’t think so.”
“Lucky you.” She wrinkled her nose for a moment. “I only got milk as a kid.”
They strolled down 63rd Street, past small family-style delicatessens, a bagel bakery, shoe stores and trinket shops. At the corner, the tantalizing aroma of roasted coffee beans lured cold passersby into the warm confines of the tiny coffee shop. Trevor ushered Cynthia inside. The line for ordering snaked almost to the door. An excellent choice. The man who followed them would have to wait outside in the cold while they enjoyed this luxury.
Trevor stood behind Cynthia, resting his hands on her shoulders, keeping his body between her and the door. The sweet, strawberry scent of her hair teased his nostrils and the lovely supple length of her body pressed against his with the promise of hot sensual pleasure. For the sake of modesty in a public place he refrained from bracing his hips against her soft bottom to let her feel the eager hardness between his legs.
He wanted to tip his nose down and nuzzle her, slide off the velvet-covered elastic band she used to tie her hair with and run his fingers through the loosened, silky tresses. She had wonderfully long hair, down to the middle of her back. It would feel good to wrap his hands around it, hold her captive while he explored every inch of her lush body.
Concentrate , man ! Your imagination is getting way ahead of you with this woman .
She turned around and winked at him. “This will be my treat, since you overpaid for breakfast at Norma’s. I have a Starbucks card.”
All he had to do was lean forward and touch her dark, reddened lips with his own. She’d applied lipstick while in the bathroom at her apartment. He liked that. He ached to give in to the lure of her mouth and savor her sweet kiss again.
Now was not the time. With a mental kick, he straightened his posture and scanned the crowd. “If you wish. But dinner’s on me.”
“Great. I’m definitely getting the better end of the deal. What do you want for dinner? I know of a snazzy little Italian place. Or how about Thai? I love spicy food.”
Trevor returned his gaze to her upturned face. He ran his hands down her arms, squeezing the thick material of her coat so that he could feel her. “Anything. I have a wide and adventurous palate. Preferably room service.”
Chapter Ten
Cynthia thanked the cashier at the counter and stuffed the receipt for the coffee into her purse. A pair of teenaged girls wearing matching school uniforms and heavy backpacks got up from a corner table and departed. Cynthia jerked her chin to indicate the vacated table and two seats. Trevor carried their coffee cups. She hurried ahead of him to claim the space.
His eyes never seemed to stop flicking over the crowd, the midnight blue depths hardened one second and then softened every time he glanced at her. High-strung awareness flowed from him in tangible waves whenever a new customer entered the shop. He was as alert as a watchdog on patrol.
“You seem really tense, Trevor. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go some place
Her sweet smile returned. That was good. He kept his suspicions about the man on the corner to himself. No need to worry her more. Their tail would either make a mistake or make a move on them. Until then, Trevor might as well act as if he didn’t know the man was there. He’d keep Cynthia in a public place as long as possible before taking her back to the hotel for safekeeping. If the man following them showed up at either location that would be time enough for Trevor to confront him.
Cynthia added her other hand to the one already tucked in his elbow and matched her steps to his. “I thought you Brits were addicted to tea? Not coffee.”
“My mother hates tea. I grew up drinking coffee, strong and black. Lots of it.”
She chuckled, the soft curve of her hip rocking against his while they walked the crowded sidewalks. “Isn’t that bad for growing children?”
“My mother didn’t think so.”
“Lucky you.” She wrinkled her nose for a moment. “I only got milk as a kid.”
They strolled down 63rd Street, past small family-style delicatessens, a bagel bakery, shoe stores and trinket shops. At the corner, the tantalizing aroma of roasted coffee beans lured cold passersby into the warm confines of the tiny coffee shop. Trevor ushered Cynthia inside. The line for ordering snaked almost to the door. An excellent choice. The man who followed them would have to wait outside in the cold while they enjoyed this luxury.
Trevor stood behind Cynthia, resting his hands on her shoulders, keeping his body between her and the door. The sweet, strawberry scent of her hair teased his nostrils and the lovely supple length of her body pressed against his with the promise of hot sensual pleasure. For the sake of modesty in a public place he refrained from bracing his hips against her soft bottom to let her feel the eager hardness between his legs.
He wanted to tip his nose down and nuzzle her, slide off the velvet-covered elastic band she used to tie her hair with and run his fingers through the loosened, silky tresses. She had wonderfully long hair, down to the middle of her back. It would feel good to wrap his hands around it, hold her captive while he explored every inch of her lush body.
Concentrate , man ! Your imagination is getting way ahead of you with this woman .
She turned around and winked at him. “This will be my treat, since you overpaid for breakfast at Norma’s. I have a Starbucks card.”
All he had to do was lean forward and touch her dark, reddened lips with his own. She’d applied lipstick while in the bathroom at her apartment. He liked that. He ached to give in to the lure of her mouth and savor her sweet kiss again.
Now was not the time. With a mental kick, he straightened his posture and scanned the crowd. “If you wish. But dinner’s on me.”
“Great. I’m definitely getting the better end of the deal. What do you want for dinner? I know of a snazzy little Italian place. Or how about Thai? I love spicy food.”
Trevor returned his gaze to her upturned face. He ran his hands down her arms, squeezing the thick material of her coat so that he could feel her. “Anything. I have a wide and adventurous palate. Preferably room service.”
Chapter Ten
Cynthia thanked the cashier at the counter and stuffed the receipt for the coffee into her purse. A pair of teenaged girls wearing matching school uniforms and heavy backpacks got up from a corner table and departed. Cynthia jerked her chin to indicate the vacated table and two seats. Trevor carried their coffee cups. She hurried ahead of him to claim the space.
His eyes never seemed to stop flicking over the crowd, the midnight blue depths hardened one second and then softened every time he glanced at her. High-strung awareness flowed from him in tangible waves whenever a new customer entered the shop. He was as alert as a watchdog on patrol.
“You seem really tense, Trevor. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather go some place
Similar Books
