So many things can happen to a person on a Central Park bench.
For Emerson Kingsley, falling in love happened, despite her broken monster of a heart.
Emerson knows more about listening than she does about love, whether it’s listening to artists as a music producer or listening to stories as she people watches.
Months of watching Maddox Bailey from a park bench are to blame for her infatuation. In her mind, the moment they meet will be spectacular if she ever finds the nerve to speak to him.
But when the two share an awkward cab ride, she realizes that maybe fantasies are meant to stay that way.
The only problem is, now that they’ve met, he keeps popping up in her life. Each time he does, Emerson finds the real-life Maddox to be better than anything she could’ve dreamed—sexy, passionate, and sweeter than his chocolate brown eyes.
A woman in love with possibilities meets a man determined to make them happen.
We’re inside his apartment and I hope he doesn’t notice the way I’m clamming up. He’s in the kitchen, pouring us each a glass of wine and the dull romantic lighting is making me wish that I knew how to do this. How to initiate. How to be someone other than Emerson Kingsley; no virgin but no sex goddess either.
“Are you planning on leaving?” he asks when he walks over to me with both glasses in hand and I shake my head. “You can take off your coat. If you’re staying.”
I unbutton the large wooden buttons, slide the wool off my body and fold it over the top of his couch. He’s standing there, watching me with a smile in his brown eyes.
“You can take your shoes off too,” he suggests and I step out of them. My bare feet pad against the wood floor as I make my way to him.
“Thanks.” I take the glass of white wine and look around. The place looks exactly the same.
“Are you afraid?” The question takes me by surprise. I sit on the couch and wait until he’s sitting next to me to answer.
“I think I’m more afraid of disappointing you than anything else.” I set my glass down. “And I’m a little afraid of losing control with you. Of letting things happen and falling so hard that I break in the process.”
He pats his lap with his hands and I place my feet on him. When he starts rubbing my right foot, I groan. It feels amazing.
“Trust me to take care of you. Trust me to catch you,” he says and I relax. After a few minutes, he turns his ministrations to my left foot and I’m so relaxed, I may fall asleep. “Will you run away if I kiss you?”
My eyes are closed and I smile before I shake my head. I feel him let go of my foot and then he climbs over me. Holding his weight above me, not quite on top of me. I feel his breath on me. Cinnamon.
He takes my lips, just a taste. Then he takes another taste and another and my hands are on his back, in his hair, where ever I can touch him.
He sits up and takes me with him and before I know what I’m doing, I’m pulling off his shirt. He grabs my face between his hands and kisses me, and I’m so in the moment that I can’t be bothered about what I’m doing right or wrong.
He reaches under my shirt and runs his hand from my abdomen to my back. One hand makes light work of my bra’s clasp and then I’m leaning back to pull it from my body, throwing it across the room when I’m free. My white cotton tee is all that covers my breasts and before I can appreciate the way Maddox looks at them, he’s teasing them through the thin cotton, his finger grazing over them. Then his mouth is on my nipple, and I scoot closer to him until I’m rocking against the bulge under his zipper. Between the feel of his tongue and the way it flicks over the cotton and the way I’m rubbing myself against him, I’m ready to do anything he wants to do.
Suddenly he pushes me to stand, and I run my fingers through my messy hair as he unbuttons and tugs at my jeans. My panties come into view and he kisses my hipbones from his place on the couch. He turns me and I cry out when I feel his teeth scrape my lower back, just before the swell of my bottom.
“You’re breathtaking,” he says. I tug my shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. Then I hook my thumbs into my panties and slide those off. He’s staring at me with eyes that can’t stay still. They’re exploring and I want his hands to do the same.
I want to be naked in front of Maddox. I want him to be naked in front of me.
“Your turn,” I say, my voice little more than a whisper.
He stands and now that he’s towering over me, I can’t help but feel a little intimidated.
So I grab his belt and unbuckle it before tackling the buttons lining his groin. I brush against the hardness beneath and I try not to hold my breath. When enough of them are loosened, his jeans fall to the floor and I’m looking down at the prominent erection hidden by his blue boxer briefs.
I look up at him and he raises a brow. So I pull those down and straighten myself. I exhale and then we’re at each other. He lowers us to the floor and I arch my back, bringing my torso toward him. He runs his hand from my neck, flattening his hands between my bare breasts all the way down until he’s strumming my clit like his favorite guitar. He plays my body like a love song. There’s something sweet and intimate about the way he touches me. The way he caresses my bones, skin, and flesh. He touches me on the outside but he somehow touches me inside as well, where my soul is hidden. I know that love is such a dangerous feeling. I know it but I can’t help the way his name sits on my tongue, ready to escape the prison of my lips and teeth. The same way my heart escaped my ribcage and now only comes to life when he’s near.
“Maddox will ruin any man for you. DAYUM MADDOX. Day-um.” – H.B. Stumbo, Author
“The Sound of Serendipity was the craziest, most epic roller coaster ever, and I never wanted to get off.” – Jessi Elliott, Goodreads
“Cynthia Rodriguez has went and knocked it out of the park AGAIN! Her writing is truly remarkable. Every single thing about this story was spell binding.” – Tarah, Book Queen
“This book was pure bliss!” – Mg Herrera, Goodreads
“The Sound of Serendipity has blown me away. It’s an eloquently told, unique story that will undoubtedly leave a mark in the romance genre.” – Erin, Southern Belle Book Blog
Cynthia A. Rodriguez hates writing her own bio. In her down-time, you can find her watching movies, ranging anywhere from classic movies to action flicks (she has a weakness for Marvel adaptations), and reading steamy novels. She is stationed in North Carolina, where she lives with her husband and their Miniature Pinscher, Winnie (as in Pooh).