by Meg Ripley
Sarah shrugged.
“I don’t know…there’s something about the stories and legends of that era that just transfixes me. I’m simply awestruck whenever I read another story in the Renaissance canon. I lose myself in the pages,” she breathed, adding more seriously, “Honestly, I never tire of reading about princes and queens, of studying their courtly ways and imagining myself as a Renaissance queen.” She paused here, waving away her own lofty sentiments with a most dismissive hand. “Ridiculous, I know.”
Her breath suspended as her attentive date raised her hand to his soft lips, holding her gaze as he released on a whisper, “Nay, it’s not ridiculous at all. You are a queen, my lady. Your wit, your strength, your humor, the way that you carry yourself. Perhaps you were indeed born at just the right time, but not in the right place.”
Sarah looked at him for a moment, wondering as to why his seemingly nonsensical words made perfect sense in her fanciful mind. And when her mysterious date asked her to dance, she felt almost compelled to accept.
Soon she and Gabriel moved and swayed with a certain grace across the Le Jardin dance floor; a small but distinguished space denoted by the presence of sleek red carpeting, lush wallpaper of silver brocade, and an overhanging candle-lined chandelier—a brilliant luminary that lent an angelic cast to the features of her already devastatingly handsome date.
Acting on instinct, Sarah threw herself deeper into Gabriel’s strong arms and graced him with a shy smile, issuing him a silent invitation that he seemed prepared to accept.
Seizing her lips in a passionate kiss, his mouth enveloped hers in the tenderest of advances; his agile hands running like warm water down the planes of her sturdy back.
Angling his head over hers to intensify their kiss, Gabriel held her closer than close as they continued to sway as a single radiant unit across the vast expanse of the dance floor.
Their fingers entangled as one as their joined beings made broad, slow circles on a smooth clean-tiled surface, with a besotted Sarah leaning full and hard into Gabriel’s heavenly kiss.
Leaning her body backward in a thrilling dip, Gabriel kissed her deeply as her breasts crushed his hard massive chest and he cradled her in his arms.
Finally, he surged upward with her in his arms, breaking their kiss as she moaned in protest.
“As much as I would love to continue this dance, my lady—indeed, this very evening—I fear that it is most difficult for me to resist the intense temptation that you represent,” he told her, cupping her flushed cheeks in two tender hands as he kissed her smiling lips.
“I don’t want you to go, Gabriel,” she demurred, losing herself in his arms as he encompassed her entire body in a long last embrace. “I don’t want this night to end. It’s simply been…magical.”
“It has,” he released on a soothing whisper, running his fingers through the strands of her long dark hair as he led her from the dance floor. “For now, my princess, I do have to go.” He paused here, adding as he seared her lips with a final kiss, “Please believe me when I say that I will see you again. And soon.”
****
“Miss? MISS? I asked you for a black coffee, not green tea.”
Idling near the far end of the beverage bar at The Coffee Castle, Sarah shrugged as she regarded one of her regular customers—an older, silver-haired gentleman who always seemed just a bit annoyed at one thing or another—with a slight, vacant grin.
“Well, green tea does have caffeine, much like the beverage you originally ordered,” she reasoned, adding as she reached quickly for the nearest coffeemaker, “Sorry about that, sir; one black coffee, coming right up!”
Once the chagrined customer took leave of her coffee bar, Sarah took up a nearby dishrag and polished the bar’s mahogany surface, all the while daydreaming about the prince of a man who seemed determined to occupy her every waking thought.
For what seemed like the umpteenth time that evening, she found herself reliving every last moment of her date with Gabriel. She heard his deep melodic voice, she experienced his succulent kiss, she felt his big strong arms around her; and through it all, she repeatedly asked herself the same probing question.
“When will I see him again?” she said aloud at one point. “He promised that he would return to me, but when?”
Just then, she froze as she felt the heat of a sudden, penetrating gaze, one that seemed to sear through to her very soul as her heart pounded in response.
“It has to be him,” she reasoned, taking a deep sustaining breath as she jolted her head upward. “Who else would have this effect on me?”
Her question was answered moments later, as her gaze collided with that of a gorgeous man who seemed like something out of a dream.
“Two in one week?” she queried, arching a single eyebrow in a show of keen curiosity. “What the….”
All coherent thought scattered moments later, as Sarah’s errant gaze perused the perfection of the man who sat just across the room.
Boasting a tall and muscular frame, the stranger had long luxurious ebony hair that fell past his shoulders, framing a bronzed chiseled face with carved cheekbones, full lips and wide dark eyes—eyes that now seem riveted on her as he tipped his coffee cup straight in her direction.
Lifting her hand to greet her apparent admirer with a broad friendly wave, Sarah seared him with a dreamy smile; her heart pounding as she felt an immediate connection to the handsome stranger before her.
Responding in the affirmative, he immediately rose upward from his seat and made smooth, slow strides straight in her direction.
Soon she found herself face to face with yet another creature of fantasy; this one whose smile seemed more wicked than sweet.
“Good evening, Miss,” he said, his tone deep and sultry as he took her hand in his. “I suppose that if we’re going to sit around and stare at one another all night, we may at some point wish to know one another’s names.”
Opening her mouth to meet this obvious come on with some form of a saucy retort, Sarah found her speech stolen and breath suspended as emotion overcame her; an odd but not unpleasurable feeling of divine warmth that ran rampant through her entire being.
The moment that their hands clasped between them, an unmistakable electric current seemed to bind and link them as they shared a secret smile.
“I would call it fate,” she reasoned in silence, “but this is exactly the same feeling that grabbed a hold of me the moment I met Gabriel, just two days ago. What on earth is going on here?”
Her troubled meditation was disrupted by the sound of that sexy deep voice; one that again resounded as he kept a firm but gentle hold on her soft, fair-skinned hand.
“I must know your name, Miss,” he told her, squeezing her fingers tightly between his as he inclined his head sharply in her direction.
“Sarah Coleman,” Sarah supplied, inhaling the gentleman’s citrus-tinged scent as she lost himself in his ebony gaze. “And you are?”
“Lachan,” the man answered, tossing back his ebony mane in a sleek leonine flourish. “All evening, Miss Sarah Coleman, I have not been able to take my eyes or my mind off of you. And I have been wondering just how to get your attention. After some consideration, I do believe I have the answer.”
Leaving her with these cryptic words, the dark-haired stranger took leave of the bar and headed for the corner of the café, approaching the shiny ruby red jukebox that supplied some needed atmosphere at The Coffee Castle.
Slipping a shiny coin through the slot of the jukebox and pushing a button on its illuminated menu, Lachan stood still for a moment as he stared over his shoulder at his awestruck—if just a bit perplexed—spectator.
“What is this guy all about?” she pondered, squinting confused as he refused to budge an inch from the corner of the jukebox. “Don’t tell me he’s going to attempt an off-key rendition of ‘You’ve Lost that Lovin’ Feeling’ or ‘Hello’ by Adele.”
She gaped outright seconds later, as—in lieu of a sentim
ental, time-honored love song—the opening strains of the immortal chestnut “Bolero” by Ravel resounded through the cafe.
“One of my favorite compositions,” Sarah pursed her lips, adding on a suspended breath, “How did he know?”
Her thoughts scattered as her mysterious customer launched his strong muscled body into a smooth seductive dance; flexing the muscles of his hard, massive chest through the threads of his fitted white shirt.
The mysterious dancer held her gaze as he gyrated his hips, thrusting blatantly in her direction as she blushed in response. Her gaze remained fixed on his taut, toned body as he writhed and slithered in time with the music, narrowing his smoky eyed gaze in blatant seduction as he pinned a watching Sarah with a piercing stare.
As much as she tried, she could not tear her gaze from the source of her temptation; her eyes lingering on his rock-hard pecs and gyrating hips, the washboard abs that rolled for her pleasure as he tossed his mane of thick ebony hair with reckless abandon.
When the song ended, a grinning Lachan approached the coffee bar and ordered a cappuccino, taking a seat at the bar as he asked his server, “So what do you think, Ms. Coleman? Did you enjoy the show?”
Sarah smiled.
“Indeed, I did,” she admitted. “You have quite the talent there,” she paused here, pursing her lips curious as she added, “And Bolero—well, it never fails to put me in a certain mood.”
His answering chuckle, deep and sensual, sent tingles down her spine.
“Well if you’d like to see more, my lady,” Lachan purred, “then why don’t you come see me after your shift? I am here in town for one night only. And, frankly, I can think of no better way to spend it than to fulfill your every need and desire and make all of your fantasies come true.”
Sarah froze, biting her lip hard as an unbidden wave of red hot desire coursed wildly throughout her entire being. Am I dreaming? she wondered. Somehow the events of the last few hours, the last few days even, just didn’t seem real.
It’s all so much better than real, she pondered, grinning in spite of herself as the handsome stranger pressed a shiny golden key tightly into her palm.
“I’m staying at the Plaza Hotel downtown,” he whispered, “Room 18. Feel free to let yourself in, as I really don’t feel comfortable answering the door in the nude.”
Gaping outright at this bold assertion, Sarah watched wordlessly as Lachan left her with a wink and a smile, turning for the door as the women in attendance collectively begged him not to leave.
A few of them are even linking hands and forming a human barrier in front of the door, she noted with amusement, slipping her key into her apron pocket.
“That guy was so freaking hot! Did you notice the tattoo on his upper arm?” one of the ladies commented. “It was a dragon.”
Sarah gaped, staring at her oblivious customer in the face of this assertion.
“A dragon,” she repeated.
And once again, she was lost in dreams.
****
Had Sarah Coleman gone completely and totally insane? More so than usual, anyway?
Crossing the threshold through the main entryway of Plaza Hotel in downtown Lexington, she took little notice of the plush scarlet red carpeting, the crystalline chandeliers, and the lovely carved sculptures that filled and defined this elegant space—focusing instead on what seemed to be the perilous state of her very sanity.
Just two days ago, I enjoyed the perfect date with the perfect gentleman, she reminded herself. Gabriel is every woman’s dream, and he swore that we would meet again soon. Would he feel the same way if he knew that I was en route to a hotel room to enjoy a sinful night of passion with a complete and total stranger?
Of course, she reminded herself, she wasn’t exactly cheating on Gabriel; a man with whom she’d enjoyed only one—albeit very magical—date.
I only hope that I’m not cheating myself by going in for a one night stand with someone I barely know—beyond, of course, his extensive dance repertoire, she reasoned. What am I doing here, anyway? This is madness.
Okay then, she mused inward. It was decided. She would use the key to open the door that now loomed before her, then tell the brazen seducer on the other side that she would not succumb to his salacious temptations.
No way, no how, she vowed to herself, turning the key in the lock before her as she steeled her resolve.
All resolve was lost moments later, however, as she stepped through the door to confront a vision that stole her breath.
Lachan, as promised, lay deliciously naked in the silken sheets of a luxury canopied bed; a luscious concoction of whisper soft lavender comforters and a brilliant star-strewn canopy overhead.
Nestled deep in the midst of all of this luxury was one gorgeous specimen of a man; one whose massive bronzed pecs, bulging arms and washboard abs peeked out teasingly above a lush border of shiny satin sheets.
Lachan’s thick black hair spilled over his shoulders as he put himself on full display for her viewing pleasure, accentuating his seductive pose with a brilliant full-toothed smile as he crooked an enticing finger in her direction.
“What took you so long?” he asked her, his tone low and honeyed. “I’ve been waiting for you. Now lock the door and come to me.”
Soon an entranced Sarah found herself seated on the edge of Lachan’s luxurious bed, watching in a state of sheer wonder as the seductive stranger slipped surreptitiously from the sheets and came to stand naked before her.
For a moment, he stood still and allowed her to admire the whole of his sheer masculine perfection; her hungry gaze devouring his massive sculpted chest, his ripped abs, his long trim legs, and—last but not least—a long hard shaft that now rose majestically to salute her arrival.
Chuckling gently at her awestruck expression, he leaned forward to seize her lips in a warm, passionate kiss.
“I don’t want you to fear me, love,” he whispered against her lips. “You may think I’m a stranger, but this is not the case. You and I have met before, but not here on Earth as we know it. And now, with your full and kind permission, I’d very much like to make your dreams come true.”
Acting immediately on her nod of consent, Lachan fell to her feet as he continued to stare deeply into her wide, wonder struck eyes.
Slipping her tired feet from the confines of her work shoes, her attentive lover suckled her toes and massaged her weary pads as she sighed with tender contentment, licking his way up her sturdy legs as he worked his way beneath her sensible denim work dress.
Suddenly surging upward to ensnare the border of her white cotton panties between flawless ivory teeth, Lachan dragged the undergarments down her legs before leaving them in a cloudy mass just before her feet.
Returning at once to that sacred place of her greatest feminine pleasure, her attentive lover opened her tender folds with a long resounding lick, gracing his lady with an intimate kiss as his lips secured themselves tightly around her clit.
Bobbing his head up and down to intensify the emotion, Lachan licked and suckled her throbbing nub as she gasped her pleasure, the silken strands of his long dark hair brushing softly against the skin of her thighs.
Reaching his hands beneath her skirt to soothe and caress her buxom hips, Lachan continued to lick her sensitive pearl, sending red hot shards of electric ecstasy careening upward through every fiber of her being.
Throwing her head back as she basked in the feeling, an enthralled Sarah thrusted her full hips forward to grant him greater access, squirming in her seat as pleasure overcame her.
Finally, with a last resounding flick of his tongue, Lachan sent her hurdling across the bounds of an incredible clitoral orgasm, a feeling that radiated from her head to her toes as he joined her on the bed.
Catching her trembling body up in two strong arms and holding her closer than close, Lachan eased her back slowly onto the soft satin sheets as he stripped her of her prim denim dress, leaning his head forward to kiss and suckle her breasts as h
is talented tongue hardened her nipples to firm hard pebbles beneath his tender attentions.
Running her hands through his long dark hair and letting loose with yet another girlish giggle—two in one day, she mused, this must be a record—Sarah sighed with content as they collapsed together on the bed beneath them.
The couple’s arms and legs entangled between them as their lips collided in a heated kiss; her breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest; his hands running like warm water down her back.
Sarah writhed wildly in Lachan’s arms as her famished hands explored his body, massaging and caressing his sculpted torso as he growled outright in response.
Sweeping her up in an impassioned embrace, her mysterious lover gyrated his trim hips gracefully against her own; his long hard rod grazing the cleft of her aroused femininity.
Their kisses deepened as she wrapped her arms tightly around his bulging shoulders, throwing herself deeper into his arms as their tongues and fingers entangled at once.
Wrapping her legs tightly around his trim waist, she opened herself to him, spreading her buxom thighs as she hissed against his full lips, “I want you inside of me, Lachan. Now!”
She gasped as her lover pulled her closer to him, breaking their kiss as he stared deeply into her eyes and whispered, “As you wish, my princess.”
Her eyes flying wide as she considered these words, Sarah bit her lip as she pondered the pet name that had passed her lover’s lips.
Princess? That’s what Gabriel called me, she thought, staring confused into the eyes of her lover even as her body cried for him.
Lachan seared her with a wicked smile as he fully joined them as one. Surging his long stiff shaft to the depths of her soaking wet pussy, Lachan seized her lips in another impassioned kiss as their hips claimed an immediate rhythm.
The couple’s hips and thighs locked between them as their tongues entangled; soon it became difficult to tell where one ended and the other began as their joined bodies rolled wildly across the breadth of the bed.