Love Revolution (Black Cat Records Shakespeare Inspired trilogy) (28 page)

Her eyes closed briefly and when she opened them they glittered with emotion.

He lowered his head and covered her mouth with his own. He nipped her bottom lip lightly with his teeth then stroked it with his tongue.

She sighed and his tongue slipped inside gently exploring the inner recesses of her mouth. She writhed restlessly beneath him, moaning hungrily deep in her throat.

He laid a hand over her abdomen just above the apex of her thighs and splayed his fingers out. “Shh. Be still,” he breathed against her lips. “Not yet.”

He lowered his head and his mouth closed around the peak of one lace covered breast. Heated lips and wet tongue moistened the material. Her nipple puckered beneath the tender assault.

He lifted his head and her breath caught when he blew softly across the already sensitized tip. In no way did the gesture cool her down. Instead her body flamed into an even hotter blaze.

“Chris,” she sighed.

“Stay with me, babe” he said with a seductive grin. He lovingly bathed the other breast with his tongue and drew the tip into his mouth.

She didn’t think she could take much more. Her body was already soft and pliant and ready.

“Don’t move,” he ordered releasing her hands. “Let me just get this off you.” Skillfully, he unclasped and removed her bra, touching and caressing bare skin.

Unable and unwilling to comply with his request, she grabbed his shoulders reveling in the heat and strength of this man as her fingers dug into his skin. “Chris,” she breathed in a low moan as her body sought his.

He looked deeply into her eyes. “I love you, Sara,” he said in a voice roughened by passion bringing their two bodies together.

Now experiencing in one soul searing sensation after another the vast difference between mere sex and the profound sweetness of making love, Sara knew what she had found with Chris. Tears slid out of the corners of her eyes. “I love you too.”

Sam rose early the next morning. Her headache had subsided to a dull manageable throb. For a moment, she was content to lie in bed and let the early morning traffic sounds wash over her. The familiarity was comforting and helped to keep her from dwelling on the horror of the past few days.

Without warning JR’s face flashed into her mind, robbing her of all semblance of peace. Closing her eyes, Sam sat up in the bed and dropped her face into her hands.

No
, she told herself, driving away the mental image.
No more crying. It’s a new day. You’re lucky to be alive.
You have a sister and a grandmother who love you. You have the job of your dreams. You don’t need him.
Her inner pep talk complete, JR’s face immediately popped right back into her thoughts.

“Bother and Shoot,” she said out loud. This wasn’t going to work. She was going to have to keep busy. Throwing back the covers, she headed to the shower to get dressed for work. There was a lot to do and even though she knew that it was inevitable that she would run into JR, it was best to get it over and done with, like pulling off a Band-Aid…from a mortal wound.

Sam entered the short hallway to leave the apartment when she saw Sara stumble out of the other bedroom. Her sister had on Chris’ shirt and her hair was a mess at the back of her head. Taking it all in, Sam’s eyes widened.

Sara saw her and tried ineffectually to smooth down her hair. Sam started to chuckle and blushing, Sara smiled back.

“Don’t bother on my account, big sis.” She raised a brow. “I assume by your thoroughly ravished look this morning that things are going well with you and Chris.”

Sara’s twinkling eyes and the answering smile she gave Sam lit up her entire face. “You have no idea,” she replied bawdily. “Hey.” Her smile faltered. “Where are you going?”

“To work, where else?”

“Don’t you think it’s a little too soon? I know Beth and the rest expect you to have some down time.”

“That’s just it, Sara.” Sam clutched her messenger bag to her chest. “The last thing I need is more
down
time. Please understand. I can’t just sit around. I need to stay busy.”

After a brief pause, Sara nodded. “Alright.” She crossed the space between them and kissed her sister lightly on the cheek. “But I’m going to take you out for lunch. Chris and I are coming in later to finish our song. Then it’s sister time, ok?”

Sara had her hands wrapped around her second cup of coffee when Chris finally woke up and padded into the kitchen. She bit her lip as she stared at him. The man enticed her like no other. He wore only his black boxers, his hairy chest on glorious display. She now could confirm from personal experience just how surprisingly soft to the touch it was and how good it felt against her naked breasts.

“Take a picture, it lasts longer Daniels.” Chris smirked.

Her grey eyes rose to meet his brown which sparkled with amusement. “I had more of an interactive experience in mind, Alex.” She sauntered across the room with a saucy sway to her hips and a flirty grin on her face.

Chris groaned.

“Come on, old man,” she teased, tugged on his hand and leading him back to the bedroom.

Several hours later, they arrived at the studio. Chris dropped Sara in front, and then took the Mustang around to the garage to park it himself. He had put way too much blood, sweat, and tears not to mention cold hard cash into his baby to turn it over to some joy riding valet. He pulled the red cones from his trunk, carefully arranging them around the vintage automobile before he headed into the building. Passing by the receptionist desk, he ran into Mary in the corridor.

“What are you so happy about?” she asked, raising her eyebrow at him.

“It’s a beautiful day in Vancouver,” he told her, leaning back against the wall. “Does it have to be anything more than that?”

“Hmmm.” She raised a brow and tapped a pen against her lips. “Sara Daniels just walked by with a similar besotted look on her face. So, I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that your good mood might involve something other than the weather.”

He laughed. “You got me. I’m a lucky man.”

“Luck has nothing to do with it,” she muttered, continuing down the hall.

What did she mean by that?
Chris thought, making his way toward the studio. Hesitating in the doorway, he watched Sara for a moment barely able to believe his luck. This beautiful, sassy woman was in love with him.
Chris Alex
, he thought,
you still got it, old man
.

Sara glanced up as he strutted into the room. She rolled her eyes. “Tone the arrogance down a notch, Alex. It wasn’t all that.”

He stuttered to a stop, cocky smile faltering. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Sara laughed out loud at his expression. “It was all that and more.”

“Ha. Very funny.” He picked her up and spun her in a circle, letting her slide down his body slowly before releasing her. He gave her a suggestive look with lowered lids.

“Stop.” She pushed on his chest. “We’ve got work to do and I can’t concentrate when you look at me like that.”

Chris let her go. “Yeah, it’s gonna be tough to write heartbreak lyrics the way I’m feeling right now.”

“I agree.” She reached over and brushed something off both his shoulders.

“What are you doing? Do I have dandruff on me?”

“No. I’m just wiping off your pixie dust.” She smirked. “Now, try to think some sad thoughts and maybe we’ll get lucky with the lyrics.”

Chris grinned. “Impossible.” Seeing her like this so playful, that was so
not
going to happen. Turning away, he crossed to the back of the room and picked up a yellow pad of paper and a pencil off the desk. “I’ll just have to fake it.” He noticed her eyes twinkle and a deep dimple appeared on her right cheek. “Don’t say it, Daniels.” Pulling out a seat at the small table beside her, he commanded. “Sit. Concentrate. The sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to other things.”

“I like the way you think, Alex.”

Head down, he grunted in response.

They plunked around for far too long, easily distracting one another with lingering touches and long looks. Finally, by drawing from their own experience and with Sam and JR in mind, they were able to hammer out a melancholy tune.

The Road

(That Leads to Leavin’ You)

I was young and wild and free

All of life ahead of me

Would I have started down that road?

If I’d known where it would go?

That the road I traveled down

Would lead to leavin’ you?

Like a fool, my heart laid bare

Full of trust, without one care,

I couldn’t see the wreck that lay

Ahead of me along the way

That the road I barreled down

Would lead to leavin’ you

Emerging from that mangled mess,

Really lost, I must confess.

Broken soul and tired bones

Sure I’d spend my life alone

Since the road that I’d gone down

Led to leavin’ you.

Why even try

when our love is dead and gone?

So that’s how it goes,

And I’m just left to carry on.

Now someone new is tempting me

What lies ahead ain’t clear to see

Should I risk it all again?

Afraid I’ll play and lose again

Will the road I set out on

Lead to leavin’ you?

Why must the road I travel down

Always lead to leavin’ you?

Sara stared as Chris started the vocals, missing her cue.

“What’s wrong, Daniels?” he asked, stopping.

“Nothing,” she swallowed, “only…” her lips curved up, “you have the sexiest singing voice. You sound just like you do when…” She leaned over and trailed a couple of kisses down his jaw. “Never mind. Let’s get this done. I want to get back to the apartment.”