Ian watched the exchange, listening as the two ladies quickly exchanged pleasantries. Hannah was a great waitress and always kept her mouth shut when the other members of the Metropolitan came into the diner. Tiana was hot, intense about her work, and somehow turned him on more than he wanted to admit. Yet, they were colleagues. He couldn't just let lust take him over. He doubted she realized that she was tempting him. That's what made it almost unbearable--she had no clue what she did to his body. There was a peace in touching her so casually like this, though he was ready to do something drastic, like kiss her. Once they were done conversing about the owner, Ian spoke. "Hannah, when you're ready, can I have my usual?"
"Sure thing, Ian. Two eggs over-easy, light toast, fruit cup, and a glass of juice." Hannah turned toward Tiana again. "What about you, Tiana?"
"Hannah, tell the cook I want a New England breakfast and thank you for placing heaven in London." Tiana licked her lips in anticipation.
I'd make you lick your lips if we were alone. In fact, I can almost guarantee it'd be pleasurable for us both. Ian bit back a groan, turning it into a cough, trying to not think of a naked Tiana on her knees before him. Both women rolled their eyes at his coughing fit.
The waitress giggled. "Will do. Good thing his name isn't Joe, huh?" With that, she headed toward the kitchen while Tiana laughed hard, her face lighting up with pleasure.
"Thank you so much for bringing me here, Ian. This is a treat that I've not had in ages." Tiana chuckled. "'Eat at Joe's.' I love it that she knew the old joke!"
Ian reached and squeezed her hand. "Anytime. I'm glad. This must be a taste of home for you and remind you of your father."
"Definitely. Plus, to be honest, American breakfasts are awesome." Tiana sipped her coffee, savoring the hot, strong brew. A lusty sigh emerged from her. "Oh, gods, real coffee. I think I might have to buy stake in this place to make sure I get real coffee beans."
Ian threw his head back and laughed, causing several patrons to turn their heads toward them. Again, he kissed her hand, scooting her closer to his side. "You're hilarious, Tiana. You're the first woman I've known that actually enjoys food and drink with a passion." Carefully, he brushed back a lock of her auburn hair, delighting in the feel of it. Imagining the caress of it against his naked flesh as she leaned over him, sucking on his cock.
"When you've done without and think you're going to die, you learn the art of appreciating the simple things that you take for granted. In addition, like my mother, I do not function well without two cups of good coffee. The sludge that Al claims is coffee is water compared to this."
Within ten minutes, their orders arrived. Tiana's face lit up at the sight of English muffins, two jams, two hardboiled eggs, and a small bowl of cinnamon oatmeal. It helped to distract herself with food so she wouldn't focus on how Ian's touch was making her feel. Feel? Hell, I want to undo his pants and fuck him. Hades to high water, I've been too long without a man's touch. Maybe Jules was right--perhaps I need to start dating again. I'd love to fuck--I mean date Ian. Damn professional ethics. "Oh, Hannah, tell the chef, I love him and will need to negotiate regular meals, since I live a couple hours or so away."
"Will do, Tiana. I've never seen a customer so happy before."
Tiana grinned at the woman. "This is a special treat I've not had in years. My thanks to the cook."
Hannah skipped happily away. Ian turned his gaze to Tiana as she spread grape jam on the muffin, then took a solid bite. The moan of appreciation caused his cock to stand up and his body tightened with a rush of desire. If she made that kind of sound during sex, she'd make him climax in a heartbeat. She ate her food with relish, pausing only to lick her lips for crumbs. He felt his cock press hard against his slacks. Bloody hell, this woman has me hard. It isn't fair that she has this effect on me when she seems to be so nonchalant about things.
He started eating his own breakfast, ignoring the need to adjust himself. Something drove him to respond to her joyous noise of the good food. Perhaps it was that he could feel her warmth beside him, or that he hadn't stopped touching her silky skin. Either way, he had to say something. Otherwise, she'd continue, and he wouldn't be able to control his actions after another orgasmic moan like that. No man on earth would be able to resist trying to make her re-create that moan while he pumped his cock deep into her sexy body. "You know, you could cause a man to try to make you do those noises for him," he said casually as he bit into his eggs.
Tiana looked up, startled. "Huh?" Did he just say what I think he said? Oh, my gods, I think he did.
"Those moans of appreciation. They're very sensual; most men would be tempted to be the reason you're moaning, not the food." I want to make you moan and scream my name. I want to see your body shudder as I stroke you deeply, bringing you to orgasm.
"Oh." Her eyes sparkled as her skin flushed in embarrassment and excitement. Please make me moan. Make me come. "What about you?"
Ian's grin grew very sensual. "I know I can get you to moan like that. There's no doubt." Let me suck on your nipples, cause them to tighten. Let me slide my fingers deep in your pussy until they're dripping with your wetness.
Tiana sat up, her eyes taking him in warily. Her mouth gaped slightly at him. Is this what I want to hear? Worse, why do I really want to egg him on to see what he does or says? Duh, you're attracted, Ti. Deal with it, as Mom says. "Are you sure about that?" Please say yes. I need you to want me as much as I want you.
"Definitely. However, we can't do anything until the case is over or until we no longer need your services. Which is a bloody shame." Ian licked his lips, watching as Tiana took in his every move. I hate professional ethics. I would rather throw you over my shoulder, take you to my house, and slowly undress you; lick your curves, slide my fingers over your skin, then slowly fuck you until you beg for me to go harder and faster.
"Oh, my." Please take me. Fuck me. You can even use the toy my sister sent me, telling me that a battery penis was better than no cock at all. Hell, take me with that and your cock. Please, oh, gods above, please, Ian. But dammit, we're fucked if we get caught. Our jobs could be compromised, but damn, what a compromise.
She blinked, unsure where to go from there. She hadn't been expecting his response. It made him smile more. They had formed an instant friendship, but he knew she was aware there was something more between them. Something that went beyond just the physical attraction.
"I think I just shook up the unshakeable Dr. Wells." Good, now you know how you have me feeling, Tiana. He took her hand in his. "I find you a beautiful, attractive woman, Tiana. I know this is a shock--it's a bloody shock to me, as well--but I won't push. We have this case to finish first, before we even consider going out on a date socially."
Tiana didn't pull back, but let her body sift through the emotions soaring in her. First was joy. He found her beautiful and wonderful, even though he knew her past. Simply amazing. Then there was the fact that he knew the professional boundaries and wasn't asking her to cross them. That eased her mind tremendously. How should she answer his words? Was there an answer?
"Thank you, Ian. I feel ... I feel the same way, but after the case is solved." She knew she was blushing, the breakfast they were sharing becoming an event to remember in her mind. "You're handsome and compassionate. I don't know what to say."
"Then don't. I didn't say it to embarrass you, Tiana. I just wanted you to know how much I enjoy your presence, as well as you, yourself. There were those moans, which could destroy any man's good intentions, though."
She chuckled, as did he. "I'll try to tamp down the moans from now on."
"I don't mind, as long as you don't mind the physical effects."
"Physical effects?"
He debated a moment on whether to tell her. Deciding to take the chance, Ian leaned over the table and whispered. "I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't believe."
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