I shook my head, causing it to dance around me. Then I sighed. “I trapped you here without a car.”
“It’s okay.”
“I shouldn’t have brought you,” I said, swinging the bags onto the counter.
“Well, I missed you too.”
“No, I just mean I wasn’t thinking. I was being selfish. I wanted you to come, and in my brain, it was going to be like a vacation, but once I got here I realized I needed to work. I still need to work.”
“I’m a grown man, Sutton. I don’t need to be entertained or babysat. And I was pretty sure you were happy I was here last night.”
I joined him on the couch, first next to him and then working my way onto his lap around the notebook he held. He laughed and tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, followed by the pen. Then he wrapped me up in his arms, and I decided this was my new favorite place. The warm skin of his neck against my nose, his strong grip holding me, his heart beating against mine.
“I was very happy you were here last night,” I said into his skin. “I’m happy you’re here now.”
“But?”
“But I need to go back in an hour. Do you want to drop me off so you can have the car? You could go to… I don’t know, the observatory? The Hollywood sign? The Walk of Fame?”
“Can I not go to work with you?”
“Youwantto go to work with me?”
“I want to be where you are.”
The words seemed to inflate my heart, but I had to remind myself that he wasn’t making a declaration. He just meant today. He didn’t mean forever. “You can come to work with me.”
“Good, because I hear they give out hand jobs in the back room.”
“Only to our favorite customers.”
He laughed and flipped me onto my back on the couch,lowering himself on top of me. My hand immediately went down the back of his shorts, and I grabbed a handful of his ass, pushing him against me.
“You feel good,” I said.
“Do we have time for a quickie?” he asked.
“We have time for more than that.”
“Thank god.” He practically ripped the jeans off my body, followed by my underwear. “I want to taste you.”
I swallowed, then nodded, dropping my knees open. He placed a hand flat on my stomach and let it drift down until his palm rested against me, his eyes following the movement. I was on my back, watching him, aching with desire. He traced a path between my legs, both his hands wedging themselves beneath me, cupping my ass and lifting me slightly. And then his mouth was on me, his tongue moving in just the right way, slow and sensual. I gripped the edge of the couch with one hand and the back of the couch with the other, squeezing the material in my fists. An embarrassingly loud moan escaped my mouth as he explored me.
I grabbed onto his shirt at his shoulders and tugged. He got the hint, his mouth trailing hot kisses up my body to my breasts. Then to my neck.
I moved up to my elbows, then my palms, and he followed suit. I peeled off his shirt, then pushed him onto his back, lying on top of him, letting my body move along his erection. He undid the latch on my bra, and I wiggled out of it and my shirt at the same time. Then I laid my bare chest against his, and we explored one another for the next hour.
CHAPTER 38
I was behind the bar, helping Angel restock drinks after our lunch rush, and in anticipation of the dinner one to follow, when I looked up as someone walked in the front door. It took me a moment to register who it was: Nate.
My eyes immediately shot around the restaurant in search of Elijah. The last time I’d seen him, he was on the patio, talking to guests and helping the busser clean off tables. But he wasn’t out there. Maybe he was in the kitchen.
I quickly walked around the bar and met Nate in the middle of the dining area. But I kept walking, out the front door, hoping he’d follow. He did.
“You’re back?” he asked, when I stopped halfway down the sidewalk, hopefully out of view of the windows.
“No,” I said. “Just for the weekend. How did you know I was here?”
