in too deep

 

Finally, Wayne State University was offering Thursday evening swim classes in the new athletic building. Eve Harlan was a nine-to-fiver, and her hectic schedule wouldn’t permit her to do anything but work and go back home pretty much all week, every week. There were always meetings, staff functions, and last-minute problems with customers. Being a manager at Blue Cross and Blue Shield, there was never any time to take care of things that weren’t last minute, except on Thursdays.

Thursdays were hers, and she booked with lightning speed from her downtown office to get on with life—hopefully, soon to come, an exciting life. She could only wish upon one of the many stars dotting the January sky in Detroit that her exciting life would hurry the hell up and make an appearance.

Wishing upon a star was exactly what Eve did last October, and that wish had produced a trip to the Bahamas for the coming April. Yes, finally, she and her best girlfriend Margo were to leave Detroit’s cold, early spring behind and strut their stuff in front of the first man who crossed their path on one of the many beaches they planned on discovering. But before that could happen, changes had to be made. Not changes in their schedule; that was a done deal; not any changes in clothing that were already packed and waiting in a suitcase. The change was something big time, enormous, life changing. Including dropping a few pounds so she, and Margo for that matter, wouldn’t look like beached whales that children hovered around and poked sticks into. Eve wanted to be really ready and hoped that another kind of stick would be poked into her—hot, thick, and slammin’ boners, from hot and slammin’ hunks. There was only one way to assure that—no more pizzas loaded with everything imaginable, including two kinds of cheese. That was the killer. What would she do without her double doses of Swiss and Parmesan?

When Margo, who still insisted that she looked great in a thong bikini while wearing a size twenty—women’s—decided she had to have pizza or die and offered to pay, Eve’s response was a stiff no. Though Eve was nowhere near a size twenty, she wanted to look really svelte in her orange and lime green two-piece that showed off an ass to kill for. The only problem was getting that ass!

The solution, other than staying away from pizza, was Wayne State University on Thursday evenings. She’d wanted to see the new facility, having passed it millions of times on the Lodge Freeway getting to work. She’d heard talk of how wonderful it was, with all the new state-of-the-art exercise equipment. She needed that but never knew she didn’t have to be a student there to use the facilities. What better way to get her ass in shape than to learn to swim in a new Olympic-size pool?

There was only one more little problem: trudging through the snow and cold to get there. It was terribly cold outside that particular night, like January in Detroit usually was, and her first mind told her to give it up that night. Go home and max out to Lifetime television with a bowl of popcorn—with butter. Her sane mind said, you paid the ten dollars for the swim class, so get that almost flabby ass over there. Now!

With a hasty foot on the accelerator of her recently purchased Mercedes L-class, she arrived. Eve walked into the new building and looked around. It was as gorgeous as everyone said: blue-green glass windows all over the place, exotic plants here and there, new techno-furniture in the lounging areas, and, of course, a giant health bar situated by the miniature cascading water fountain. Eve was impressed, amazed and all of a sudden couldn’t wait to get into the pool, after years of avoiding them.

She walked down the long blue-green carpeted hallway and could hear the water before she got to the locker rooms. It sounded nice, kind of tropical and soothing. Everything she needed in her hectic life.

Eve entered the changing area, found an empty locker in the elaborately large room, and suited up. She looked over at the other students also suiting up and knew she purely had nothing to worry about. Some just sprawled across the benches wearing clothing way too tight in every thinkable place. She hoped they were going to the aerobics class down the hall from the pool.

Eve slid into her two-piece, which looked outstanding against her bronze skin and long, reddish hair. She took one last look at herself in the mirror to make sure everything was inside the bathing suit and took off for the pool. There was no way in hell she was going to embarrass herself by walking into a room full of people with flab hanging out anywhere. She’d rather stay home, enjoy the buttered popcorn, and get fat in peace.

Moments after stepping into the knee-deep water, which, by the way, she considered too deep for her liking, three of the women from the locker room walked in and jumped into the pool. She closed her eyes for a second, thinking that the water was sure to splash out and cover all four walls, especially once she stepped in. True, the thought was rude, but it was funny to her, and that’s all that mattered. When you live in a city where you turned into an Eskimo for four out of twelve months, you have to find some kind of comfort food, and a dose of levity didn’t hurt either. Her life surely hadn’t been anything to laugh about lately.

The man she was originally supposed to go on the trip with, along with Margo, found loving comfort in the arms of another woman—in Eve’s own apartment, at that. Needless to say, his part of the trip was cancelled, and she immediately spent some of his money on the new swimsuit, swim classes, and a tune-up for the Mercedes. That oughta teach a dude to cheat on a fly-girl like her.

She stood in her corner of the pool, fixing her straps, and secretly high-fived herself for not looking like a human flotation device, despite the amount of food she personally consumed. Eve smiled, imagining how quickly she and those women could have sunk the Titanic just by stepping aboard. Dismissing the thought before it got her in trouble, she relaxed and stayed in her little corner, awaiting the instructor.

Then he appeared. At least Eve was hoping that fine hunk of human DNA was him. He stood on the side of the pool and sized everyone up. There were only four women in the pool, and they all looked googly-eyed at him. The guy was hooked up from the floor up and just about the prettiest guy in creation. Normally white men weren’t her thing, but this one made every man she’d ever seen look like Laurel and Hardy. She couldn’t wait for him to crawl into that pool and see just how scrumptious he looked wet.

He got in, treaded to the middle of the pool like he had been born in one, and started his evening. Walking through that water was a breeze to him. He had long, masculine thighs that quarters could bounce from. They looked so hot, as if he could trap a woman between those thighs and squeeze all kinds of pleasure into her. The thought of it made Eve wetter than the pool had. He introduced himself as Jordan Whittaker, dipped his head into the water to acclimate himself to the temperature, and came up looking like an outrageously seductive stud muffin. His trunks tented in the front like someone had just gone down on him. At that point, he was okay with Eve. A male instructor and HOT enough to heat the water. Her evening was starting out fucking great. Those tiny trunks left nothing to the imagination, and Eve’s was on overdrive. His inches were already in the action mode. To Eve, the action mode was when the erection pokes out so far that it touches the stars and moon. And this man was packin’ in a major way.

When he got into the water, all that wavy strawberry-blond hair turned dark, and those hard muscles contracted from the cold water. His chest was so chiseled that the four women could do nothing but follow his scent, like tracking dogs. Of course, following a tight butt like that was simply their pleasure. They all smiled at one another behind his back and kept pace with him. As fine as he was, they would have followed him into a tidal wave, and he was fine enough to prevent rational thinking. They did, however, manage to hear him say it was a beginner class and that they’d start out with simple leg exercises and floating techniques. Eve was all too ready to do any exercise with Mr. Whittaker and would have been glad to bend into a human pretzel for him.

Once into his first lesson, Eve couldn’t understand how he managed to lift each of the others to get them to float on their backs. But he was strong. She watched the muscles in his arms flex as he lifted them, and it was to die for.

He got everyone adjusted to the water and made them feel that it was their friend. Hell. Her turn next. The last thing Eve wanted was to make friends with fifteen feet of water. She wanted to be nice and friendly with him and on every part of his delicious, slick body. No harm in fantasizing about it…

Jordan was a little uneasy about approaching her. From the moment he’d entered the pool, his eyes had been on her, and he wondered how in hell he’d manage to teach her anything other than the art of screwing in a major way. Noticing how succulent she looked certainly wasn’t helping him. The way her breasts looked in that push-up suit with nice, pokey nipples dotting it made his inches hotter and stiffer than actually getting screwed. And she was just as scrumptious from behind, sporting a suit with high cut legs, showing off the most tantalizing derriere he’d seen in, well, ages! However, his job was to teach her to swim and not eat her out royally, so he tried to dismiss the thought of being between her thighs and began to instruct her on leg exercises. His erection remained, however.

Eve was just as attracted to him, and her eyes couldn’t be peeled from the intense tenting in his trunks. For a white dude, his inches were smoking. Jordan Whittaker was his own porn movie, and she, a willing costar.

Since he looked delicious enough to marinate in, she was willing to do anything he told her—until their next set of instructions was announced. Floating on her back had always scared the hell out of her. In fact, water alone scared her; gave her bad memories of what had happened in her cousin’s backyard when she was seven years old. Sure, that had been twenty years ago, but the memory was still alive in her mind. But Jordan Whittaker wouldn’t be a bad memory; in fact, he would be a good one, especially his tight trunks that were putting a killin’ on her hot, throbbing sex. OK. She’d give floating a chance and see where it took her.

Jordan saw the reluctance on her face as he approached her. “You don’t have a lot of experience with water, do you?”

“A little.” Telling Jordan that she and water didn’t mix, for reasons she didn’t want to get into, was a no-no. He’d treat her with caution and barely give her anything to do. The last thing she wanted was sympathy. She wanted to learn how to swim no matter what. Eve wanted all the men in the Bahamas, but that could wait. Right now the one she wanted was Mr. Jordan H. Whittaker, with the H standing for hot as hell!

Jordan held his hands out to Eve, enticing her deeper into the water. “Take my hands and tread out a little farther with me. You can’t float very well in water that’s too shallow, darling.”

Darling. Was she his darling? She sure wanted to be, but nerves tingled throughout her body. “I’m…I’m just a bit scared.”

“Nothing to be scared of, sweetheart. I’ve got you, and I won’t let anything happen.”

“You sure you’ll hold on to me?”

“I’ll hold you so tight you’ll beg me to let go. Come on, once you get the hang of it, you won’t need Jordan Whittaker anymore.”

The hell I won’t. “Well, if you’re sure about this.”

“I’m very sure. See over there? They’re doing it.” He moved in closer to her, practically whispering, “Your body is way lighter and sexier than theirs. If they can do it, I know you’ll float like a stick.” A joy stick. “Come in deeper, the water’s great.”

The minute his hands slid to her backside and she lifted up, Jordan knew the class would be a thrill. His tenting trunks were indicative of that. He moved in closer, feeling her wet, warm flesh tracing his. He tried concentrating on getting her to float, but what he really wanted to do was float on top of her, behind her, inside of her. The idea of lifting her legs to the sky and pounding like a jackhammer between those parted thighs was putting him in a trance. He knew he had to get it together because letting a student know he was attracted to her was grounds for getting fired. After all, he didn’t know if she liked him the same way or not. He saw her eyes roam across his tight abs and lower body, but all women did that to him no matter if he had on the Speedos or the trunks.

He cleared his voice and directed her. “Now, relax in my arms with the idea that you are floating on a cloud. Arch your back and slowly begin to wave your arms.” He watched as she followed his instructions to the letter. Her arching back resting against his hands made his mind race with thoughts of sucking those perky nipples, now closer than ever to him. “Good girl. You’re doing great. Relax a little more.”

To stop himself from staring into her gorgeous light brown eyes, he looked over at his other students practicing their kick-offs from the ledge of the pool and called to them. “Give me a minute longer with this student. I want to see legs kicking harder, ladies.”

As he spoke to the others, Eve caught a good look at him. He was just plain beautiful; keen facial features with full, juicy lips and dark green eyes to fucking kill for. The thing about it was, Eve felt safe with him as well as being on the verge of having a momentous orgasm. He was strong, sexy, pretty, and such a good teacher. He took away most of her fears about the water. Most of them.

She still wanted him to stay near her if a sudden case of the spooks took over. More importantly, his hands felt incredible on her, barely moving up and down the open part of the swimsuit, rubbing her tender flesh with the pads of his fingers. She didn’t know if his hand movements were conscious or subconscious. All she knew was that it felt out of this fucking world. Eve couldn’t help but imagine what his incredibly thick rod could do to her. From the looks of it, it could take her on a magic carpet ride and fly her straight into “getting done-in royally USA!”

When Eve’s eyes and mind returned to reality, Jordan was staring at her. She was so embarrassed because she knew there was a pleased little smile on her face.

Jordan pretended not to notice and smiled back at her. “Are you feeling comfortable?”

“Extremely.”

“Good girl. Now I’m going to let go.”

“What?”

“Don’t panic. I’ll still be here, right by your side, only my fingers will be resting in the water, directly under you. Are you okay with that?”

“I won’t know until I try it first.”

“See, you’re even more confident than before. Okay, try it, and remember, I’m right here, sweetheart.”

There was that word again, and she loved how it rolled from his tongue. He didn’t call anyone that but her. She was privileged and King Jordan gave it to her. If only he could give me more, let me take more and drain his pool until he was bone dry. The idea of his moist lips on hers, sucking her, licking her, and landing his wet, taut body on top of hers, swaying his hips up and down on her in erotic form did wonders for her morale. Dreams, only dreams. This swim class was only going to last three weeks. He’d never know how much she desired him.

What was she doing? Her mind was gone, totally taking her attention from her lessons and increasing her chance of drowning. No. He’d never let that happen to me. At that, she stiffened her back, gave him one more look of confidence, then tried floating alone.

Jordan watched as she stayed afloat on her own, smiling at her ability to really do it. “See, I told you that you could do it. Already a pro, and with a body like yours, you’ll float like driftwood.” Then he thought about his words. “What I meant about your body was—”

“It’s okay, Mr. Whittaker. I know what you’re saying. And if anyone’s the pro here, it’s you.”

“Not a pro, just a man who loves two things, water and beautiful women.”

“Then being here with me must be a drag.”

“Not exactly what was on my mind. Listen, Eve, if I don’t help the other students soon, you’ll see just what I mean.” He slid his hand back under her, supporting her back. He could see her muscles tensing, becoming tired. “For the time being, just relax against me. Float and think about resting on a cloud.”

“A cloud of hot, wet muscles? Easy to do.”

She had barely gotten the hang of floating and told him she wasn’t secure yet. He stayed with her a little longer, pretending to concentrate on her arching back, while in reality, her breasts bouncing to the flow of the water was killing him. Not to mention the hard nipples that swelled against her suit. A slight smile covered his wonderfully sensual lips. His feverish erection barely pressed against her lower back, and was getting even harder. “A few minutes on your stomach will help you get more adjusted to the water. Wanna try it?”

“You’ll be with me?”

“Every inch of the way.” And he meant that literally.

So as not to further embarrass himself, Jordan turned her onto her stomach, still supporting her but getting a good look at a nice, juicy ass and feminine, but muscular thighs. He felt himself about to get in too deep, wanting to slide her suit off and nail her in five feet of water, visible to any and all things on the planet. Instead, he placed her feet on the bottom of the pool. “I really need to go and help the other ladies. They’re getting tired of leg kicks.”

Jordan quickly treaded through the water, returning to the other side of the pool where the others were, asking for help they seemingly didn’t need. But Eve needed all he could teach her and all he could fill her with.

His arousal was not unnoticed; she had brushed against the flaming erection that felt like it wanted to blister her insides, up and down and all night long. Yes, Eve knew the attraction was on. She could see him glance her way, wanting to smile at her but fearing to in front of the other women. She knew the deal and was perfectly okay with kicking from the side of the pool to strengthen her thighs. He’d return to her soon, and she knew that. That fabulously engorged erection of his would gladly lead the way.

From the other side of the pool, Jordan was scoping her, practically wagging his tongue at how hard she was kicking, spreading her legs and arching her back. What he’d do to be between those perfect creamy brown thighs would be illegal. Yes, he’d rob to get to her, then rob her—of any and all come that she could produce. He loved women dearly, and setting eyes on her totally proved that, but he also loved his job; a job that a rock like hard-on was getting in the way of. Still, he was dead set on keeping everything professional.

Eve continued to watch him as he demonstrated the use of the flotation devices. Watching him as he put the flotation pad in the water and climbed aboard looked so enticing. He made it look so easy, just hopping aboard, no falling over, no sliding off, just natural with it. He was a human fish—and she wanted fish for dinner. Watching Jordan maneuver that device around made her wish she were a flotation board. The thought of him on top of her was making her core explode in the most erotic ways. She was aching for the guy, and stripping out of everything right in the pool was a serious temptation.

That was when Eve decided she had to get out of there because she wasn’t concentrating on the lessons; too many distractions. She would pick another night to learn how to swim. She wouldn’t learn a thing from Jordan except how to screw in water. From the way it looked, Jordan wasn’t planning on screwing his student, so she dragged herself to the steps and walked up.

Jordan called to her from the middle of the pool. “Ms. Harlan, where are you going? The lesson isn’t over.”

Everyone in the pool was looking at her. “It is for me. I just don’t think I’m cut out for this.”

He walked to the edge and looked up at her. “I beg to differ. You were doing so well with your floating.”

“Sure, as long as you were there to help me. The minute you let go, all of my fears returned.” That wasn’t it, and she knew it. What she was doing was dodging him. Without even trying, he was taking her body on a journey to mystical places, and he was hard to fight. The idea of fucking him until she was in a literal frenzy was taking over.

Jordan approached even closer, so close that he wasn’t audible to the others, trying to lure her back into his liquid lair. “How do you know it isn’t for you? The class isn’t over yet and it could be fun.” He stepped back a bit, and she swore that the erection inside his navy trunks was calling her, enticing her back inside. He took her hand. “You can do this. I know what you’re going through, and I hope I’m the reason.”

That took her mind away from everything. “What do you mean?”

“Every time I look at you, my trunks fit a little tighter, but we can get through this and remain professional, right?”

“You read faces really well, don’t you?”

“So do you. C’mon, give it another try. After that, if you can’t deal, you don’t have to come back. I’ll miss you, though. You’re a good student.”

“I am? I just got here.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m satisfied with your learning ability.”

It was the way he said satisfied that got her back into the pool. The fact that he took her hand and led her back in didn’t hurt either. His hands were so warm, despite the coolness of the water. That made Eve wonder just how warm everything else was on him. The idea of it turned the seat of her suit into watery Jello, but she tried to hide it.

Ten minutes later, Jordan dismissed class, and Eve walked away knowing that she, at least, did learn how to float. She started up the steps behind the other women when he called out. She turned and saw him still standing in knee-deep water, sporting that juicy erection. He looked like testosterone heaven, and Eve loved the sight of him. Her barely controlled voice responded back to him. “Yes, Mr. Whittaker?”

“You can call me Jordan now. The others are gone. Those few minutes you were out of the pool you missed something.”

“Yeah, like what?” She really didn’t care. All she wanted was to get back in the pool with him anyway.

“You missed the workout on the flotation device.”

The way he said that made her think of how Prince sang “International Lover,” eroticism done right! Needless to say, Eve jumped back in and treaded over to him. He met her and took her hand. “You’ll need to have this experience, Ms. Harlan.”

“It might be helpful for my trip this summer. By the way, you can call me Eve. And how did you know who I was? There were four women in the pool.”

“I study names and match them with faces. You had to be Eve because you look like you belong in the Garden of Eden.”

“Awfully fancy words for a swim instructor, Jordan.”

“Well, I teach literature and English on this campus during the day. C’mon on, let’s go deeper and test out those devices.”

“No, I’m scared of deep water.”

“We won’t go too deep.” His eyes searched her up and down. “Well, I might go deep.”

Her legs went weak. Thank God the door automatically locked after the others left because it was about to happen. No going back now.

Eve followed him into water that was above her chest but only to his upper stomach because he was so tall. She didn’t like being in that deep. “I don’t think I like this, Jordan.” Her voice echoed off the tile walls.

“I’m right here with you, and we won’t go any farther. Do you trust me?”

“Of course I trust you.”

“Can I do a few things to you?”

That made her smile beyond rhyme or reason. “Do things to me?”

“What I mean is, can I show you a few things?”

“You can show me whatever you like.”

“That’s too enticing, Eve, but I meant this.” He placed her hands on the edge of the pool and moved in behind her with the flotation pad. His husky voice murmured, “Now, watch this.” He let go of the side, slid on top of the board and rested there. “All you have to do is relax on it. Think you might want to try?”

“Will you hang on to me?”

“My pleasure.”

He put her arms around his shoulders and moved her into the middle of the pool where her feet couldn’t touch the bottom. It felt out of this world hanging on to him; he was warm and tight, just how she liked a man. The fact that his inches were flush against her stomach made her want to keep hanging on to him.

He pulled the board over to her and lifted her on top of it. Eve fell off almost immediately and went completely under.

Jordan dipped under and brought her up. She was coughing and gasping for air. He took her to the side and wiped the strands of hair from her face. “Are you okay? I’m sorry that happened.” His eyes narrowed in on her heaving chest as he spoke, wanting and feeling excited by the sight but more concerned for her safety. “Maybe we should quit for the night.” He walked her to the shallow part of the pool.

“No! No, I like it in here with you. I feel comfortable, actually, and I really need to learn these things to overcome my fear.”

“What fear is that?”

“I don’t want to get into it right now. It’s a long, sad story.”

He moved in closer to her, so close that she could see the tiny laugh lines on the corners of his perfect mouth. “Maybe one day you’ll tell me.”

“I’d like to, but first I should learn about that flotation thing.”

“You aren’t scared to go back in?”

Her arms circled around his shoulders again. “I’m fine, really.”

He moistened his lower lip with his tongue. “I know you’re fine. The minute I looked at you in that water, a massive hard-on attacked me. It’s still there.”

Bold words. But she was bolder. Now standing in barely two feet of water, Eve cupped his scrotum. The massage her hand gave him made him buck against her. His shaft was so hard and thick that she immediately came from the thought of him inside her. Once returning to reality, she smiled at him. “I’m going out on a limb saying this to a stranger, but I’ve never wanted a man as much and as deep as I want you. I want you to fill me, Jordan, make me pop. Explode all over me.”

“Is that what you want? Because I’m so willing to give it, Eve. I want you to really want it, though. Give in and let me do whatever I want to and for however long it takes. But first…” He hauled himself out of the pool and grabbed two dry towels, soaking them in the water and then whapping them in high throws over the security cameras. “There. Now we have privacy. Let’s do it.”

He jumped back into the pool and teased her, giving her a succulent, juicy kiss, parting her lips and dancing his tongue around hers. It felt so good that they just kept going.

He slid the suit straps off her shoulders, exposing more of her bare skin. He caressed her neck and shoulders as he continued to slide the suit farther down. The minute her breasts were exposed, his lips attacked them, sucking nipples that swelled even more under his tongue bath. The more he sucked and massaged them with the water bouncing across them, the harder they became.

He moved down her stomach and poked his tongue in and out of her navel. “That tastes so damn good, Eve. Everything on you tastes good, the way I knew it would.”

“It gets better.”

“Yeah, well, let me taste it.” That was only the icing on the cake because when he lowered her bottoms and thrust two very long fingers into her throbbing core, she almost left the planet. He moved his fingers into her so deeply that she could feel him touching her soul. Her hips matched his tempo, and she swore his length was about to spill out of those trunks. Eve helped it along.

While rocking his fingers vigorously inside of her, she reached for his trunks, but they were so slippery that she couldn’t peel them off without help. He stood up and slid them off. Good God! The sight of that pretty, pumping nightstick unleashed made her immediately drop to her knees. She wrapped her hand around a shaft so beautiful and thick that she could barely believe her eyes.

His back arched with pleasure, and he started moaning, “Do it, sugar. Take it; put it between those sexy lips of yours.”

Hell, who wouldn’t obey a command like that? She massaged his smooth, silky shaft with her thumb. The veins got harder and longer on it and she knew she had to have Jordan tickling the back of her throat. If he tasted as good as he looked, she knew she was in for the dessert of a lifetime; way better than the popcorn and the Lifetime movie she would have been snuggling up to.

He urged her again. “Suck it, baby. Aah, just like that. It feels so damn good.”

Oh yes! She slowly inched him in until the back of her throat was full of him. Then she moved him in and out, slowly, squeezing him, tickling his scrotum with her nails and waxing his shaft like she was out of control. She was. No man had ever tasted that good to her. Eve didn’t know why, but she figured he was just awful damn good by nature. He swelled so large that she couldn’t fit him all in. She knew for sure then that her sex was in for a good workout.

As if reading her mind, he slowly pulled her up and kissed her lips again, whispering, “That felt so fucking good, sweetheart. Now it’s time for yours.” He stepped out of his trunks and hoisted her to the tile. Before Eve knew anything, her thighs were spread far apart, and his tongue was dipping inside of her, swirling around in there like he was lapping up her entire core. It felt so outstanding that her entire body was tensing. He held on and wrapped his strong arms around her legs to keep her in place. He ate his darling Eve out like wild and sent her on a journey way beyond reality in waves of passion.

The man couldn’t have taught English; it damn well had to be biology because he was freakin’ on her with such expertise, exploring everything even the naked eye couldn’t see. Eve’s juices slowly dripped all over him, but he kept sucking, twirling his tongue in circles all over her core, draining the life out of her. Arching her back for him was surely her pleasure. Suddenly the pool and the others sharing the class with her were but a faint memory. All that existed was Jordan Whittaker, the only man she’d be pleased to drown for, as long as she was drowning in him.

After moments of orally screwing the daylights out of her, he mounted her and slid that wonderful shaft into her in one swift slide, feeling her adjust immediately to his size. He rocked slowly at first, almost pulling out, then teased her until he plunged back in completely again. It was like he was making up for lost time with her, like no one lately had given him what he needed, what he craved, and he took it all out on Eve. He rocked in and out, hard, heavily, for a good twenty minutes. He had stamina like crazy.

She came so many times that she thought she was going to die from rapture. Eve had heard of women passing out from ecstasy and couldn’t understand that at first, but now being party to it, it made perfect sense. No one had given it up to her like that before; certainly not the dude she caught screwing someone in her own apartment. It would take the most delicious white man in the galaxy to take her beyond the stars. From that point on, her favorite color was cream—for the cream she knew he’d soon spill if he continued shaking, rattling, and rolling with her.

Jordan’s muscles tensed again. He bucked against her, called and shouted her name at the top of his lungs, and took them both skyrocketing in a fusion of heat, desire, and total passion. Jordan pulled out and then spewed creamy nectar all over her breasts and stomach, massaging it into her skin with long, smooth finger strokes. Eve’s eyes rolled in ecstasy as he caressed her skin with his satiny liquid. “Was that good, baby?”

“Amazing. No man has ever felt that good to me before.”

He kissed her again, long and deep, then rolled off. Damn, his erection was still so hard. Eve guessed that it took a well-tuned body like his much longer to come down from a high like that.

He helped her to her feet and wrapped her in his arms again. They both looked into the water just in time to see both his trunks and her suit floating away. She smiled. “How are we going to get those back?”

“I’ll either swim out or get that pole over there to retrieve them later.”

He took her hand and led her toward the closest shower stalls, the men’s showers.

Eve looked at the sign above the entrance. “Won’t we get caught in here? I will look a little awkward in a men’s shower.”

“No one is here but us. My class is the last class of the evening.”

“This scenario sounds a little too good to be true. Are you sure you didn’t plan this?”

“Positive, but I have planned something else. Care to engage me?”

They showered together that night. That poor shower stall filled with heat as he filled Eve with his. What made it even more earth-shattering was how he used the soap to send her body into an unknown zone. Their bodies were nice and hot from lovemaking. He took the bar of soap, circled her breasts, midsection, and behind, and massaged it in and went from there. His delicate strokes cleansed every part of her in an exquisitely sensual way.

Once he soaped her down, he leaned her into the water, caressing the soap away. The pleasure was so intense, building inside of her, making her ache for release. He knew this but told her to hang on a little longer, to let the water and the caresses stimulate her in preparation for the ultimate moment.

His slippery fingers found her aching mound, massaged her, making her clit hot and throbbing, but not so much that she caved in; he knew when to stop, knew when her body had had enough temptation. He nibbled her neck and shoulders as his member moved up and down across her stomach.

Eve pulled away slowly, staring into those perfect green eyes. “Jordan, now, now.”

“No. I want it pent up so tightly within you that you kill me with your release. I want you to give it all to me, make me suffer, much like I did when I first saw you and couldn’t immediately have you.”

“Please, Jordan, I can barely stand it. I need to feel your deepness again.”

He removed his portable shower bag from the hook and took out a hairbrush. Eve looked at it, wondering what the hell he was going to do with it. “Jordan, what’s—?”

He quietly said into her ear, “Hush, darling, you’ll love this.”

She felt the rubber handle move across her stomach and onto her slick mound. The wet rubber felt so damn good between her thighs, and her punanny was so slippery from her own moisture that the handle slid easily into her. He rocked it in and out, forcing Eve’s back against the wall as the small brush stimulated her. He smiled at her pleasure. “Do you like how it feels?”

“Don’t talk, Jordan. Just keep doing it.”

At that, he retracted it, sliding it slowly in and out, moving it from side to side to make sure her clit felt everything it needed to feel. She came in waves that spiraled within her, wetting the handle of the brush with juices from a core that was simply getting nailed. He soon retracted the brush and slid its tiny feathery bristles against the baby-soft hair covering her center. The more he stroked her, the harder she kissed him, trying to talk between kisses. “Slide something back into me, Jordan. You know what I mean.”

He hoisted her up, and her legs encircled his hips. With a few thrusts and moans, Jordan was back inside, making the brush’s bristles and his delicious cock burst her wide open as it did double duty. Her orgasm came down on her so hard that she scratched up and down his back, and her hands were red from pounding them against the tile.

Jordan came all over the place again, wetting her with his sweet stream, practically from head to toe. Once he recovered, he lowered her to the ground and kissed her once again. He broke away from her and stared at the clock on the opposite side of the wall. “We’d better go before they close the place. You’d be trapped in here with me, and I’d be merciless toward you, Ms. Harlan.”

“I’d expect nothing less.”

“Will you come back next Thursday? I can show you some new techniques in the water; some I’m sure you’ll want to use when you go on your trip.”

“No. I’ll save those moves for you, only you.”

“I’m glad.” He looked at the clock again. “Let me take you back to the dressing room. We can meet in the hallway, and I’ll walk you to your car. Sound like a plan?”

“An excellent one, Jordan, and I think I can find my way to the ladies’ dressing room. If I need help, I’ll call you. I may call you, anyway.”

“You have been for over an hour, anyway. What’s to stop you now?”

Eve backed away, staring at him, then disappeared behind the door.

Jordan looked down at his still engorged erection, feeling the stiff tip as he stroked it. “Eve, you’re a hell of a student.”

The warm shower helped that determined cock relax, but each time he thought of the beautiful woman behind the other wall, something stirred in him, and the erection started its ascent. One way or another, it had to stay down or his suit pants wouldn’t fit, and going out into January weather with an open fly didn’t sound appetizing.

 

Almost an hour later, Eve stepped from the women’s locker room sporting her winter white business suit with the sparkling red blouse underneath, a pair of matching beige heels, and her hair blow-dried to perfection. With her makeup reapplied and her coat across her arm, she descended the hallway and awaited Jordan to escort her to her, probably by now, snow-covered car.

Jordan waited for her in the lounge, practically counting the minutes to see the absolutely intoxicating Eve Harlan again. He looked at the young woman approaching him but could hardly believe she was the same mermaid he had made love to only an hour ago. He didn’t know it was possible for her to look even better than she already did, but when she stopped directly in front of him, he saw that same beautiful face with the pouty lips and dazzling light brown eyes. He took her hands into his. “Well, look at you. I must say you look so super sexy, but I liked you in the swimsuit better. I could see more flesh, and it tasted incredible.”

Eve had the same reaction when seeing him out of tight-fitting trunks; he was different but the same, dressed in a dark blue suit with a stark white dress shirt underneath. He looked pristine, almost sparkling. She liked his new look; it made him look like the professor he was, but with an incredibly sexy flair. With his hair combed and dried, she could see exactly how sensual he was. The first thing she did was run her fingers through his golden locks, letting the silky strands tickle her fingers. “It feels just as good dry as it does wet. One thing I’d change, though—you should lose the suit. Don’t get me wrong; you look sexy as the dickens in it, but it’s a shame to cover those muscles.”

“You want me to catch my death out there in the middle of winter wearing only trunks?”

“We can save the trunks for the privacy of the pool again next Thursday evening.”

“Or my house.”

His abruptness startled her, making her answer slowly. “We…maybe one day soon.”

“Very soon, I hope, Ms. Harlan. Do you have anyone to rush home to?”

“Not at the moment, but there’s always case files to go over for tomorrow morning’s meeting.”

“Sounds boring. What do you do?”

“I’m a case manager for Blue Cross and Blue Shield.”

“Those files can wait a few more minutes, can’t they? Long enough to grab some coffee?”

Eve was certainly tempted to go anywhere with him, especially since he looked so scrumptious in that suit. The only thing she’d end up doing while in his company was dream about shedding that suit and getting down again with him. She wouldn’t get in her own bed until after midnight. Being sleepy and facing other managers at nine in the morning wouldn’t work. “No, I’d better get home. Long day ahead of me tomorrow.”

“Another time then?”

“I’d love that.”

He slid her coat over her shoulders and arms, put his own on, and took her hand. “Where are you parked?”

“The structure on Warren.”

“Good, that’s next to the faculty one. Let’s get moving before the snow hits. We’re expecting another three inches before it’s all said and done.”

They walked together in the dark snowy night, getting to know each other, finding out major and minor things about each other’s family. Eve discovered that he was the youngest of two boys, lived in St. Claire Shores, and had been teaching at Wayne State since graduating from Princeton eleven years before with a doctorate in language arts.

He discovered that she was a maniac for dance clubs, nights home alone, and the company of the right man. He knew already that he wanted to be that right man. To Jordan, however, nothing mattered but being with her. It could have been a blizzard outside but he’d have seen only Eve, and everything in her garden. What he ultimately found out was that she was an only child, a graduate of the University of Michigan with a master’s in business administration, and the prettiest damn thing he’d ever seen in his life. What he also discovered was that he was more attracted to her than he had been to any woman, black or white. She was a must in his boring life, and he had to trap her—if she’d let him.

He escorted her to her Benz, kissed her lips once more, and waited as she started the car. It didn’t start. She tried again as he waited—still nothing. She poked her head through the window. “I don’t know what’s wrong with it. It started fine today, and it’s only two months old.”

“Pop the hood. I don’t know much about cars, but I can take a look.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

Eve did as told and got out, looking at something she had no idea about, it was nothing but pumps, hoses, wires, and other weird-looking instruments. She bent in closer, barely inches from the engine and, of course, from Jordan, smelling his cologne, something cool and crisp, halfway taking her mind from her stubborn Mercedes. “What do you think is wrong with it?”

“I haven’t the vaguest idea, to tell you the truth. All I do is replace batteries and an occasional fuse. Other than that, I don’t know.” He looked at his watch. “Do you have an emergency towing service you can call?”

“Not really. I could call the motorist club, but they take forever, and on a night like tonight, it would take longer.”

“You’re right.”

“I’m just stuck.”

“I’ll take you home, sweetheart. You can’t think I’d leave you here.” He took her cold hands into his, blowing on them briefly. “Let’s make sure she’s all locked up, then we can go. You can call someone in the morning.”

“I hate to leave it here. I just got it, and I’ve wanted this car my entire life.”

Jordan took his cell out. “Let me see if my towing company will come. Sometimes Julian keeps late hours. Let’s hope he does tonight.”

Eve watched as Jordan made his call. Within seconds, he was making plans with Julian and giving directions. “What’s your address, Eve? He may have to tow it to your house until you can get it fixed in the morning.”

“Really? Christ! 203 Baltimore between Hamilton and Second.” She listened until he clicked off. “Well, what’s the verdict?”

“Some good news, some bad. The good—Julian can come and get it.”

“And the bad news?”

“He can’t come until one a.m.”

“One? What am I supposed to do?”

“Go and get coffee with me. I’ll stay with you, Eve, as long as you want me to.”

Her shoulders slumped, her purse trudging across her knees, she said, “Well, coffee on a night like this does sound good.”

“I’ve got a good place we can go; best damn coffee on the face of the earth.”

“Where would that be?”

“My house. I roast my own coffee, grind my own beans, and I have all flavors. Are you game for the best coffee of your life?”

“If you grind beans as good as you ground me, I’m in for a hell of a French roast.”

“You sure are, and I promise to be a good boy and leave you alone—unless you tell me otherwise.”

“We’ll see how the evening goes.”

“And, if you like, I’ll take you home once the car arrives.”

“Again, we’ll see. That might be pretty late.”

“You’re worth staying up all night for.” He looked at his pants. “In fact, I’m up right now, and take my word for it, it’s not the cold doing this.”

Eve shook her head, noticing that damn fine erection. “Jordan, you’re a heck of a dude.”

Once inside Jordan’s car, he made sure she fastened her seatbelt, and then he did his, before reaching over and kissing her with power and force, almost as though he felt he’d never see her again.

Within all that cold, Eve’s lips were the warmest things he’d ever tasted, and so succulent. He almost couldn’t control himself, taking her belt off and pressing her quilted body against his. “Even through all those layers of wool, I can feel your heat, Eve, and it’s about to burn me up.”

“Then it isn’t just me feeling like a fiery pit. One more of those kisses, Jordan, and we’ll be responsible for torching this parking structure.”

He took one last nibble on her delectable lips, then regretfully replaced her belt. “Imagine that, student and professor torch campus parking structure; details at eleven. Let’s hit the street so we can burn up private property, mine and yours.”

With the snow hitting the windshield of his sky-blue Chrysler convertible, with top definitely up, he cleared it away with the wipers as they exited onto the main street leading to the freeway. At a red light, Jordan again took advantage of a few seconds and kissed her again, feeling her warm lips quickly reheating his. He slowly pulled away. “I’m sorry about your car.”

“So am I, but it’s been a great evening. I don’t know what I’d have done without you.”

“I hate to think of it. Out here alone and in the cold; an easy target for a sex-crazed man like me.”

A verbal response wasn’t good enough. Her hands moved between his legs and rubbed the warmth of his crotch, making it hard and spicy again. “You’re not sex-crazed, just sexually gifted.”

“I’d love to do more, and get more.”

He turned onto Eight Mile Road after a long stretch of I-94 and headed for his home in St. Claire Shores, making time so he could be with a special lady in the privacy of his own home.

Once Eve realized what street she was on, she stared out at the night sky, passing mansion after mansion, getting glimpses of sparkling Lake St. Claire behind each home. It glistened wildly as the gentle night air tossed the waves about. Dotted lights from the lighthouse cascaded across the rippling water, making it seem that much more magical. “Do you live in one of those?” she asked, pointing to a passing mansion.

“Sure do.”

“You mentioned Detroit’s east side, but I didn’t know it was this far east. This is the millionaire district.”

“It does cost a piece to live here.” He pulled into his circular drive. “This is an old family home. My parents moved out years ago and asked me if I wanted it. I grew up here, so certainly I said sure. I fixed it up my way, and now it’s a real home, with all my wants and desires in it. Once you’re inside, I’ll have it all.”

Eve stared up at the looming house that had a single light speckling a corner window. From what she could see of his property, it was extremely manicured. Freshly plowed snowblower tracks traced his walkway and sidewalks. The finely trimmed bushes had a dusting of snow across them.

The air was so calm, the surroundings so quiet, other than the waves hitting the coastline. She took Jordan’s arm. “This is so gorgeous. I’ve always wanted to see the inside of one of these places.”

“Tonight’s your night, then.”

“You may not be able to drag me away from it. A delicious guy and a mansion—that’s a girl’s dream come true.”

“I may not let you leave, Mercedes or not! Come on, let’s get started on that coffee. I even have whipped cream.”

She smiled proudly at him. “Jordan, you’re all right, and so is that bulge in your pants.”

“There’s more where that came from, sweetheart.”

When they stepped inside, Eve’s eyes widened at the immaculacy as Jordan turned on a dim light in the living room. The hardwood floors cast a gloss across everything, as if it were covered with clear water. The twenties-style furniture looked untouched. Everything was in place, unblemished. She slowly walked around the furniture, lightly touching it as Jordan looked on. Everything she touched felt rich, easy, from another lifetime, a quiet kind of eerie time, as though she were reliving the movie The Ghost and Mrs. Muir.

She caught a glimpse of Jordan watching her as she enjoyed her tour. “This is fabulous. I’m almost afraid to touch anything.”

“Baby, you can touch everything. Toss it about if you like.”

“It’s too beautiful to take out of perspective. You said you grew up here?”

“Sure did. Many moons ago.”

Eve made a half-turn in the middle of the room, lifting her arms in glee to the high ceiling. “I can almost hear two little golden-haired boys enjoying a Christmas filled with toys and love, right here in the middle of this room.” She pointed to a corner. “Was the tree here?”

“When we had one.”

She didn’t expect that response. “Loving households always have a tree.”

“Sure, loving ones.”

She approached him, fingering the lapels of his tailored coat, staring at his face as the dim light barely shone against it in shadows. “Weren’t you a happy little boy in this great big beautiful house?”

“Houses don’t necessarily make the family.”

Her hand tenderly grazed his cheek, feeling the tension in his face so suddenly. “Jordan? What was it—

His demeanor suddenly changed, along with his topic of conversation. “You know, there’s an entire floor in this house that is simply magical. That’s where I stay most of the time. Wanna see it?”

Eve bore witness to the sudden change of topic. Something happened in this ghost of a house; something that made little boys want to hurry and grow up—particularly one little boy. She lightened her composure, suddenly needing to make him happy again. “Sure, I’d love to see it.”

“Great. I have a kitchen up there.” He winked. “The coffee beans are also up there.”

“And I can smell them already.”

He kissed her neck while sliding the coat from her willing body. “There’s also a view of that magnificent lake that’s breathtaking. When my mind gets heavy from life, that’s where I go. It’s so incredible in winter. You get to see the snow cascading down, blending in with the rest of the water. The moon is so full in winter, casting such a shine on the water. Tonight is one of those nights, Eve.”

She slid his coat from him, running her hands up and down his chest, feeling taut muscles aching to be caressed again. Her voice a bit raspy, she said, “Let’s get up there. Hell, between you and that moon, I may forget about the coffee.”

“Or the Mercedes?”

“Do you want me to forget it?”

“Tonight, nothing exists but you and I. If that’s possible.”

“It is.”

They ascended the winding staircase hand in hand. Jordan couldn’t remember the last time he brought a woman here, letting her explore the one place he could call his. No other woman was ever privileged to know so much about Jordan or had ever had access to his crystal palace by the lake.

Once they reached the top of the staircase, Eve looked around in amazement at the large technocrystal chandelier and endless hallway dotted with door after door of rooms. And on each wall, contemporary paintings by Georgia O’Keeffe, Jasper Johns, Romare Bearden, and all the greats. Art was Eve’s downfall—along with sweet, gorgeous men. She automatically went to the O’Keeffe study of Lake George by moonlight, her eyes dazzled by the sensual strength of it. “This is gorgeous. You really love the water, don’t you?”

Jordan moved in behind her, tenderly nibbling her earlobe. “Almost as much as I adore you. To answer your question, yes, I love the water; always have ever since I was three years old. Maybe that’s why I’m a part-time swim instructor.” He chuckled against her warm neck. “Well, that and the fact that I knew I’d meet the perfect lady in the water one day.”

“You knew that? A premonition maybe?”

“No. A fact. Look who’s in my arms tonight.”

She faced him. “I guess the water does have some perks.”

With their faces barely apart, he agreed. “More perks than I could have ever imagined.”

“You were three years old when you learned to swim? Who taught you? Your dad?”

His demeanor suddenly changed. “Yeah, dear old dad.”

“He must be a terrific swimmer himself to have taught a baby.”

“You know, speaking of water, this painting is nothing compared to what’s in my favorite room. Come on, you’ll love this.”

Eve gladly tagged behind him, just glad to have the opportunity to view a palace like this. She’d never been in one of those mansions, though she’d passed by them many times. She didn’t grow up poor—just your average middle-class home in the heart of Detroit’s West Side; nothing as grand as this. What made it better was being with a man like Jordan, handsome beyond reality, seemingly as rich as the Rockefellers, but only one problem, his constant avoidance of his father. That did concern Eve, and she had always been the type to do a little investigating, but with Jordan, she’d have to wait on that so as not to scare him off with questions. She knew the fastest way to turn a man off was to persist on topics they were touchy about.

Jordan opened one of the many bedroom doors and held it out for her. At first, all she could see was a large dark room until he walked inside and turned on a faint lamp sitting on an end table. To her amazement, the first thing to greet her was a window that spanned the length of the room. She slowly walked to it, seeing the perfect full moon, seemingly large enough to see from another galaxy. Below the sky were miles and miles of lake. It was breathtaking, and Eve was breathless at the sight of it. Her whisper-soft voice cracked a bit. “No wonder this is your favorite place. Look at that lake.”

“I told you it was amazing. This room by itself is the reason I’ll probably never sell this house.”

“Who could blame you? This is spectacular, Jordan. You can see everything, every star in the sky, every wave and ship in the water.”

“Doesn’t it look incredible with the faint lighting from the lamp? Soft light cascading from a view like this makes this room seem so magical.”

Eve continued to stare in wonder of the view. “Awesome. I’ll bet you spend a lot of time in here.”

“Every chance I get. I do everything in here—lesson plans, computer stuff—but usually at the end of a long day, I’ll come in here and max out with a glass of wine, think about my day, my dreams, my schemes.”

“You know what that sounds like?”

“What? Someone who’s self-absorbed?”

“Not at all. It reminds me of a Brian Wilson song, “In My Room.”

“I know that one, and it’s so true, Eve. I really do my dreaming and scheming in here. I can tell my secrets out loud and no one but me can hear them.” He took her hand, kissing her soft, long fingers. “I’m dreaming right now. It’s not every night I have a lovely young woman at my side—in my room.”

Eve turned to him again, so enthralled with his sensitive words. “I love how you talk to me. I’ve never been so captivated with a man I just met a few hours ago. You’ve brought out something in me, Jordan. You make me wild, brave. You make me feel beautiful, in mind and body.”

“You are that, and in every way a woman can be. And being in here, in the dark, watching the snow drift into the water and highlighted by that dazzling full moon, well, nothing’s been more perfect in my life.”

Eve etched a sensual kiss on his waiting lips, taking him in, loving this night, loving that window—loving him, if only for the moment. His body felt so strong in her arms, yet his sensitive side was just as enthralling. Jordan was a delicious jock of a man who swam in the water with grace and style. However, the enormous bulge in his pants made her well aware that he was now dressed in a business suit she was anxious to take off. Remembering how his body felt against and inside of her made her yearn for him like no other man in her life.

Jordan moved his hands up and down the wool of her business suit, slid the jacket off, and stroked her body through the silk blouse. His lips barely moved from hers. “I’d better get that damn coffee made or we’ll never get it. I’m content to stay right here with you, Eve, in this moment, in this lifetime.”

“We don’t have to have the coffee. We can just stay here by this lovely window and dream dreams together.”

“I can’t just talk to you, Eve. You’re too amazing not to touch. But I know how warm you really are. As in hot. You torched my erection so well that I’m still smoking from you. I plan to burn all night, if you’ll let me.”

“I’ll let you, all right. I’ll let you do anything your dear heart desires because I’m a willing participant.”

“Good. Then you stay here. I have all kinds of wonderful imported coffees, teas, wines, even hot chocolate. What’s your desire?”

She ran her finger down the length of his chest, stopping to dip a finger into the dent of his shirt, touching his navel with sultry strokes. “I love white chocolate, and I know you have plenty of that. I want enough to satisfy me all night, Jordan. Can you handle that?”

A smile lit up his face, making him forget everything but the woman before him. “Definitely.”

Eve stroked the front of his dress pants, feeling the length she was so hot for that she could barely stand not having him inside her. “Whatever you’re about to make in that kitchen, do it in a hurry. Nothing would be more perfect than seeing the moon shine down on the prettiest man I’ve ever seen.”

He started unbuttoning his shirt, showing her hints of everything to come. Once the shirt was fully open, exposing his perfectly toned chest, his hand moved up and down it, giving himself goose bumps from imagining her hands there. “Give me a few minutes. What I have for you the rest of this night will simply intoxicate both of us—again.” One more kiss against her lips, then he was off.

Eve watched him walk from the room and stared at the door for seconds, relishing the idea of Jordan Whittaker. She briefly returned to the splendor of the water view, then discovered that the rest of the large room housed a leather sofa, a large-screen television, a state-of-the-art computer, and a bookshelf full of books.

Eve was an avid reader and loved all kinds of books. She was curious about his taste in literature. Mystery and suspense dominated. While pulling one of the many Edgar Allan Poe books from the shelf, her foot nudged something in the corner. She quickly pulled on the item until it gave way. It was a painting of a man. She held it up near the faint lamp, noticing the man looked an awful lot like Jordan. Is this his father?

Eve continued to stare at the gorgeous man in the painting. His eyes were like Jordan’s, and he had the same golden hair, but worn combed back. Still, he was incredibly handsome in his gray business suit. It was the kind of painting one would see on the walls of an overly expensive restaurant at Somerset Mall, a regular captain-of-industry-type painting. Then what was the deal with Jordan being so close-mouthed about his father?

Eve replaced the painting, but kept a leather-bound copy of The Raven tucked under her arm to borrow from him. She loved Poe’s books and the many movies based on them. It was a good night for reading a mystery—but a better night for making love. She retreated back to the window, staring at how the winds were picking up, making the water ripple almost out of control. Had she not been with a man she trusted, the scenario would have been rather eerie: dark waves crushing against the shore, a lighthouse in the distance blinking in isolation, an old painting of a man who apparently had a sordid past and a very, very still house. The only difference, it was a modern mansion, not a set from a Vincent Price movie, and the owner was definitely not spooky. However, her quick and unyielding attraction to him was.

As she stared through the window, thinking of nothing but Jordan, she began to smell delicious aromas coming from the kitchen. Definitely a hazelnut roast, one with a kick, but a kick of what, she didn’t know.

Minutes later, Jordan came back in with a tray that contained two miniature mugs of steaming hot liquid with cinnamon sticks poking from the tops and a few tea biscuits. He sat the tray on the table near her and took her hand. “Are you ready for something really toasty? Something that is so toasty that it’ll take your mind from that big old window?”

“That happened the minute you walked into the room, my dear.”

“I made us something sweeter than me. I have a bitter aftertaste once you get to know me.”

“I doubt that. Maybe you haven’t been around the right people.”

“Perhaps not, but tonight is different.”

He led her to the sofa and handed her the steaming drink. “You said you like white chocolate, so I made us a hazelnut roast with a bit of coconut liquor in it. Does that sound appetizing?”

“That wasn’t exactly the white chocolate I had in mind, but yes, it sounds wonderful.”

“Well, at least this will take your mind from your Mercedes.”

“I don’t need liquor to do that. That’s a first, since I love that car so much.”

“I’m sure it’ll be ready for you in the morning.” He looked at his watch and smiled back at her. “We have plenty of time before morning. Besides, we have so much still to do.”

Eve took a sip from her mug. “Umm, this is delicious; almost as delicious as my treat earlier this evening. Which brings me to what you just said.”

“Which was?”

“You said we have a lot to do this evening. What would you like to do?”

He took a long sip from his coffee, thought about the possibilities the evening could bring, then placed the coffee on the table. “I’d love to resume what we were doing in the shower. I’ve never done it there…well, not like that. I’ve made love to women in many places, but it seemed to mean more with you. But there are other things. We could talk, watch movies, anything your heart desires.”

“Cuddling. Talking and cuddling. I’d really like to know who Jordan Whittaker really is other than that delicious hunk of burnin’ love I had incredible sex with only hours ago. I know there’s more to you, Jordan, than swimming, this house, and the fact that you teach at a major university.”

“There is, but I’m boring. Why don’t we start with you? You’re the one with personality in every cell of your body.”

“Hardly!”

“I’m serious, Eve. You asked me how I knew your name out of a pool of women. I told you only someone like you could look so sensual. The real Eve was supposed to be sensual, and, baby, you live up to the name. She just about drove Adam crazy if I’m not mistaken. Besides, the minute I looked at you, I knew you were the one.”

“The one?”

He moved in closer, still able to smell a mixture of her pheromone perfume and the incredible sex they had shared. Her scent almost made him lose track of reality. “Yes, the only one. I’ve never seen a beauty like you before.”

That was the single most touching thing a man had ever said to her and it tugged at her heartstrings. She traced a hand along his jaw. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard come from a man.”

“Then you’ve been around the wrong men.”

“That’s quite possibly true, but I’m just still surprised that my fear of water didn’t turn you off.”

He tugged at the strap of her red lace shell, lowering it from her shoulder. The feel of her skin against his lips made him warmer than any coffee he could have brewed that evening. “Nothing Eve Harlan could do would turn me off.”

Eve leaned against him, feeling his half-exposed chest against her hair and hands, feeling it vibrate as he spoke. Her fingers delicately roamed his pecs, circling his nipples, then trailing down. She loved how he felt, how he smelled. Jordan smelled rich but not overpowering, not rich enough to look over the world from his own cloud. No, Jordan was real, earthy, very male, but with a child still housed within his heart. Despite that, she wanted him, needed to be in his life somehow.

His voice delivered her from her temporary flight to heaven. “What made you want to learn to swim, other than your trip? I know it has to be something else.”

“There are two something else’s. I wanna look like a pro in the water, let everyone know that a Michigan girl can play with more toys than snowmobiles and skis. I want to be able to say that I learned how to swim in Detroit—the last place anyone would think about learning to swim.”

“And the other reason?”

Eve didn’t want to dredge up memories of almost drowning. She feared he’d take pity on her, treat her like a delicate crystal while in the water. She didn’t want that. Eve needed to get rid of that fear for her own sake, mostly, not simply to look good in a pool. “My father is a wonderful man, Jordan.”

That took him by surprise. He hadn’t expected to hear about her father out of nowhere. “I’m…I’m sure he is to have a daughter like you. But what does that have to do with—

“My father saved me, Jordan. I almost drowned in a pool when I was seven years old. I was playing around, trying to prove to everyone that I could teach myself to swim. When everyone went inside, I got back into my aunt’s pool and went out a little too far. When I couldn’t reach the bottom, I panicked, fought the water, swallowed more than I could handle and was on my way down.” She relaxed in his arms, for once feeling OK with telling her frightening tale. “The funny thing is, I remember looking through the water and seeing my father dive in. He took care of me that day, held me, comforted me. Everyone came to my side, but all I wanted was my father.” She looked up at Jordan with a contented smile on her face. “I still need my father so much, but he’s not the only one anymore.”

“Am I in that esteemed group?”

“Can’t you see how I’m looking at you?”

He kissed her forehead. “The minute I looked at you, I figured it would be impossible to be in your life, Eve.”

“Why?”

“You looked too good for me.”

“Don’t say things like that. You’re perfect, warm, gentle, caring—everything I love in a man.” She stared into his eyes. “What would make you say something like that about yourself?”

“My past relationships.”

Eve knew it was more but assumed he was reluctant to tell. She had to know, though, drag it out of him and learn who she was really with. As usual she went about it the complex way. “When did your dad teach you how to swim?”

“I can’t really remember. I think I was born swimming. Actually, I take that back. I was three and a half when my parents took my brother and me to Turtle Bay. I remember being excited about going so I could find turtles. Instead, I learned the backstroke. Dad said I was a natural…”

His words trailed, taking Eve by surprise. “Why did you stop?”

“Eve, talking about my father—it just isn’t the best topic for me.”

“Why? What happened to you? You can tell me, Jordan, and it will stay in this room. I promise.”

“It’s not you that concerns me. You’re the best part of my life, and I found you in one evening, but my childhood wasn’t grand. I don’t even think I believe in childhood anymore.”

That took her, softened her heart in regards to him, making her want to soothe the rough edges that apparently were created by people who shouldn’t have been parents. She took his hand in hers and leaned farther into his warm chest. “What happened in your life to make you say that?”

“My father was hardly around. You know, always on business trips, closing deals, making new ones. When he was home, he was never really there. He’d sit in his study and ignore my mother and us boys. He was cool when we were younger, but when we got some age on us, able to make up our own minds and think for ourselves, all hell broke loose. With me, it was especially hard.” His hands moved up Eve’s shell, caressing satin skin, wanting to touch her in ways he had only experienced with her. But he knew Eve was inquisitive and would demand he finish what he started. “It was harder with me because I was a dreamer, wanted to be a surfer, stuff like that. My brother is hard-nosed, realistic, and that’s good for him but not for me. I marched to my own drummer and that royally ticked off the important Franklyn Whittaker. I was accepted on the Olympic team at age sixteen, but my father said no. He taught me to swim in the first place; then he took it all away.”

“That’s a great accomplishment, Jordan. Getting accepted on the Olympic team is an honor. But maybe your father wanted you to do something that would last you a lifetime.”

“I thought that was it also, but nothing I liked doing was right for him. I wanted to practice criminal law, working in the inner city, but he wouldn’t go for it. I liked social work, but he said no son of his would do meaningless work like that. Finally, I decided to do my own thing—teach literature. That got his goat, too, but at that point, I didn’t care. Hell, it was my life.”

Spoken like a real man, Eve thought. All he’d wanted to do was the right thing, despite his controlling father. “You’re a big sweetheart, aren’t you?”

“I wanna be.”

“You are. You have a good heart, Jordan. As rich as you and your family are, you still wanted to work with less fortunate people. Only a really good man could or would want to do that. Working with the general public and in impoverished neighborhoods isn’t easy.”

“But important.”

“Exactly. And something in those big beautiful eyes told me you were special.”

“Flawed.”

“Aren’t we all?”

“Not you, and what’s important right now, Ms. Harlan, is taking you to my bedroom and making love to you until we both pass out. No more talk of fathers, swimming, sad little boys, or anything like that. Tonight belongs to me for once, and I see everything I want wrapped up in a delicious brown package.”

“Would your father dislike the brown part?”

“Most definitely, but don’t worry, he lives in Boca Raton with my mother, who still trails him around like a little pet. She was the only sweet part of my childhood.”

“Mothers are supposed to love their little boys, especially sweet ones like I know you were. Do you think she’d like me?”

“She’d adore you. Eve, she adores anything that makes Joseph and me happy.”

“Your brother is named Joseph?”

“Yes, another great person. He lives here but in the upper peninsula.”

She took another slow sip from her coffee, then returned to him. “Can I ask you something?”

“Anything you like. You know that, beautiful.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but do you like me simply because your father wouldn’t?”

“Eve, despite how he tried controlling my life, there are some things he could never have control over, such as my women. I’m crazy about you, and that’s all that matters to me. Your complexion is part of who you are, and I love who that is.”

“Have you ever dated an African American woman?”

He relaxed against the sofa. “Once, years ago.”

“What happened?”

“Graduation. She went her way and I went mine. We weren’t meant to be together, but times have changed since then.” Jordan finished the last of his coffee, took her hand in his and kissed it. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’d love to show you the view from my other favorite room, and there’s an added feature—a king-sized bed made only for a queen.” He laid her half-finished glass mug on the coffee table and hoisted her petite, slender frame into his arms. “Ready to make love again for the third time?”

His emerald eyes sparkled against the moon from the window, giving him a sexier than possible aura. “I think you’re the only thing in my life that I am ready for. I want you to make true and total love to me, Jordan, and let me do the same to you. I wanna be wild with you, hungry, crazy, selfish—everything I can be with you. No holds barred, Mr. Jordan.”

“Then come along and kill me with it.”

 

They didn’t even bother to turn down the bedsheets. All they needed to undress each other was the dim moonlight cascading once again from another large window. Eve could hardly wait to remove everything from him and witness perfection again. He was the like the statue of David, but with an erection that would make that noted work of art look small.

Undressing him was a feast, starting with the few buttons remaining closed on his dress shirt. Each bit of skin she uncovered was met with a lavish lick and a tender kiss. The feel of his warm, wet nipples against her tongue ignited something within her that was unmet before. Wildness took over her mind and soul. She’d had Jordan inside of her twice since six that evening, but something was different this time.

As she kissed and stroked his nipples, and trailed her fingertips down his chest and stomach, she realized what the difference was—the atmosphere. It was romantic this time, peaceful, still, just right for perfect lovemaking. That, coupled with the anticipation of making intense love to a man she could never get her fill of, was controlling her thought processes. Jordan was the most beautiful man she had ever seen, that was all there was to it.

As she slowly lowered his zipper, she could feel him watching her, delicious green eyes so piercing and intense that he could probably see her thoughts. His words did nothing but develop an already intense situation. “Take me, Eve. Take me into your garden and let me fulfill your wildest dreams.”

His engorged phallus seemed to have gotten hotter and stiffer. She helped him out of his pants, leaving a crumpled heap of cloth in the middle of his floor, and took him. She was suddenly so insatiably hungry for him. He was so adoring, so sweet, and that was the real attraction. All that sweetness belonging to someone so real.

She moved lower, letting him guide his shaft deeper and deeper into her longing throat. He rocked slowly at first, letting her suck and devour him at her own pace. He watched as his darling Eve took on more and more, building her speed, latching on to him, pulling and milking him in ways that made him want immediate release. But it was too good to be over without pleasing her to the max. He let her get her fill, caressing his shaft, sucking his tip, dipping her tongue into places that needed ultimate attention. His hand joined hers, stroking it, teasing her lips with it, stroking her cheeks and feeling his meat inside her mouth.

His shirt dropped to the carpet, and Eve’s hand immediately reached up to stroke strong, hard pecs and an abdomen as flat and hot as pancakes but with the feel of satin. She pulled from him, letting his tip slowly ride the outer edge of her lips. “I have to feel you inside me, Jordan. I’m so hot and burning—hot enough to squeeze my precious man into submission. Would you like that, baby? Do you want to be squeezed and taken so deeply that you won’t return to reality for another week?”

“I want any and all things from the Garden of Eden, and that includes the best part—you.” He pulled her to her feet, smelling the traces of perfume on her body. That drove him to get at her again.

His lips gingerly traced hers, darting his tongue teasingly in and out of her mouth, making her hunger for him way beyond what she had already experienced. He wanted her, needed her, and in ways he didn’t want to need another woman. He had practically overdosed on women—until that night. Eve was different; she fulfilled another need he had—to be loved.

Jordan quickly kissed down her jaw line, neck, and shoulders and removed her silky shell. From that point on, her breasts were his. He took them within the palms of his hands, enjoying their warmth. Tight buds pressed against his hands, swelling, asking for more attention. He clued in immediately and took one nipple, the then other, completely into his mouth, sucking and drawing back, snapping lovingly at them, teasing them to stay hard for him. Soon his tongue spiraled down her tummy, poking into her navel while removing her skirt. The feel of her thong within his grasp aroused him even more. He looked up at her, a devilish smile erupting on his features. “The golden temple of the Himalayas is right at my beck and call, gorgeous. Shall I expose the temple again to a very determined king?”

Eve couldn’t help but giggle at his words. “Where do you get these things from?”

“My favorite movie, Brighton Beach Memoirs. I watch a lot of movies when I’m not in the company of a fabulous young woman or giving speeches at other universities.”

Her fingers made ringlets in his hair. “Go for it, king.”

“As you wish.” He slid the thong down her silky legs and exposed all of her. He was almost insane from wanting her. He fingered her velvety mound, seducing her folds with gentle touches. Each sinfully rich seduction made her tremble within his grasp, and her arousal showed on her face, much to his pleasure. He took it further, sliding one, then two fingers completely into her dampened sex, feeling her drenching powers, teasing her clit with expert precision.

Eve literally vibrated to his touch, crying out to him, moving into him, wanting, needing, everything that she knew Jordan could eagerly supply. She stroked his neck and shoulders with loving caresses, having never remembered touching a man so sincerely. What was it about this man? She wanted to love him, wanted to be his everything. Her voice whispered barely audible words, “I need to see you, Jordan. I need to really see you.”

“I’m here, baby, and for as long as you want me.” He pulled her to her knees, moved in behind her, and again showed her one of his many talents. A swift tongue lapped at her opening, smothering himself within her juices, dipping deeper and deeper into her well until he felt he’d nearly run her dry. Damn, she was so outrageously delicious! No one anywhere left that much of a lasting aroma on his mind and body, but she had, and he had to have more. The more Eve called to him, the more he ate away at her. Fingers and tongue doing double action on a beautiful queen almost took him there, so ready to spill for her, but he held back, wanting to give her the best he could possibly offer.

Jordan felt her contractions as his tongue coiled around her clit, holding him, quivering against him, aching for complete and total release. Though he hated to leave anything that juicy, he knew they both had to have it, to treat the right parts with the right friction and lose their minds in the process. Jordan was past that point with her and so ready to feel everything. He brought her face-to-face with him. “You want more, sugar?”

His shaft pressed so hard against her stomach that she could barely imagine anything other than feeling it inside her again. “I want it, Jordan. I want it so bad. I’m aching for you like you wouldn’t believe.” She stroked his warm cheek. “What do you do to me?”

“Everything I possibly can.” At that, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her against the silk sheets. He loomed above her, completely naked, staring down at naked perfection. He was speechless. Looking down at something so awesome and on his bed was beyond words. His only possible action: mount her and ascend to paradise.

Her thighs automatically parted for him, wrapping around his tight body and holding on for wild lovemaking of a lifetime. Jordan was the only man who could do it. They clad him with satiny protection seconds before temptation clouded both their judgment. His shaft poked at her wet sex, rubbing it, playing it to ripeness. Her anticipation grew, her wildness surfaced, and the begging began. “Don’t tease me, Jordan, please.”

“Do you want it bad, or do you want it good?”

“Any way; just slide deep into me, touch my soul, make my body singe from fire. Now, Jordan. Now.”

At her very demand, he entered her, feeling her tight core wrap around his thick shaft, pulling him, tugging him, making him insane for her heat. He pumped soft and smooth as he filled her completely, then increased the tempo, rocking his hips in unison with hers. His tight body racked hers, pumping so hard and diligently that the room seemingly spun out of control for him. That didn’t matter. What mattered was that he was looking down into the face of saving grace. He gave and gave, slowly dripping sex into the snug condom, and he stayed relentless in his efforts to give Eve everything she was crying for. He wiped the tears from her stained, glorious face and kissed her lips to his on rhythm. “Is this good, baby? Is this the best you’ve ever imagined? I know it is for me. Just looking down at you makes me so hard and tight, tight enough to spray out of control.”

Yes, he was definitely hard enough for that. She could feel his exquisite stiffness as it continued to impale her. His veins stroked her walls, teasing them, rubbing, soothing all that scorching heat within her. Eve hadn’t experienced that kind of heat and tension before, having never expected to get it from a white man. She’d believed those old, stupid stories of white men not having what it took. One look at Jordan Whittaker with the Sears Tower poking from the front of his trunks and she knew those stories were inaccurate. It was all in the man himself, not the color, and from the very sight of Jordan, she knew she had to experience his myth firsthand—a myth and a tale that only he could tell. And now that he was on top of her, not a damn thing else in the world mattered.

Jordan slowly pulled from her, placing her on her knees and moving in behind her. “You want to really make me come? All I need is this.” He moved slowly into her, forcing his way back into her tight, wet core with a pushing/pulling action and keeping an even pace. Something about rear entry took him to his limits, and now that Eve was the one supplying the goods, ecstasy was just over the hill.

It was glorious. Her tight, wet mound was feverish for him, begging him to take her deeper, slam into her, ride her like a wild bronco—and he did, always following her commands to the very letter. Eve’s back arched to his roughness, feeling him spread her apart. Their bodies rocked in harmony, meat against meat, vibrating, humming in perfect unity. Her hand reached between them, feeling his juices as he pumped into her, tickling the underside of the few inches of him not hidden by her sex. Her fingers rubbed him, nails tickled him, making him increase his pace, making her holler out of control. She could feel his scrotum slamming against her, gyrating in circular motions as he brought her to sexual ecstasy.

Every inch of him pressed into her as she called and screamed to him, begging him to go deeper, deeper, deeper. Jordan couldn’t stand it. He leaned atop her back, his hands full of her breasts, shaking her, drilling her, moaning, thrusting. Sweet, sticky sweat dripped from him and on to her as the pressure built. Finally, that moment came…and so did he, over and over, spilling life into that condom, squirting in all directions, breaking the condom while riding her into blissful nothingness.

Eve felt it and cried out but God was the only name called over and over, though it was a man who thrilled her so. Jordan Whittaker, man of the hour, king of the night.

He slumped to her side, chest heaving. He looked over at her, smiling at the vision resting on the second pillow. His fingers moved dark strands from her flushed face. “I’ve never had anything like that before, Eve. Never. What is it about you that takes me back to the jungle?”

“Perfect lovemaking takes only two things: the right man and the right woman.”

“Am I the right man?”

“If my body still aches for and from you in two days, damn straight you’re the right man!”

“But what about now?”

She kissed his moist lips again, pressing her soft body into the sweaty hardness of his. “You are everything you look to be—fabulous, tight, buff, and so super sexy, Jordan. I love being here with you. Could easily make this a habit.”

“Make it a habit? You’re already mine. I’d have to go to rehab to shake you.” He pulled the blanket over them both, moved her body into the front of his, and rested with the idea of her next to him. That was the only time Jordan had ever gone to sleep so easily, with the best of the best flush against his own wanting skin.

 

Two hours later, Eve awakened suddenly, looking out at the still dark, starry morning. The snow continued to drift down into the lake, the moon still so high and bright in the sky. Shadows danced across the room, and she pulled the covers over her bare shoulders. This was not her home, not her bed, not her blanket. Her eyes cast to Jordan who was sound asleep, huddled next to her. She stared at his face, touching his hair, his jaw line. Her fingers delicately touched his lips, lips she’d kissed so much that her own were still swollen. He was an enigma, perfect to look at but hard to figure out.

She moved from the bed, not able to relax, and scoured the mansion. With her glass of water from the upstairs kitchen, she went into the family room and reached for the remote to the large television. What met her hands was a leather-bound photo album. Feeling only a little guilty for being so nosy, Eve opened the book, skimmed through pictures of people she had never seen before. The next picture took her. It was a large picture of Jordan but not Jordan. The man in the picture had Jordan’s face, smile, eyes; a younger image of the picture of his father that she saw earlier.

Eve turned the picture over. “Franklyn Whittaker, 1969.” She looked to the ceiling. “What’s with those two? He looks like a good man.” Eve knew pictures could be deceiving, and from what she’d heard of good old Mr. Whittaker Senior, that beautiful picture was a lie.

She turned the page and saw a vivid Olen Mills picture of two boys. She knew it was Jordan and his brother. Beautiful little boys, smiling like the sun was theirs for the taking, but upon further inspection, she saw that the one she knew was her lover had tears in his eyes. Despite his smile, the wet eyes were a giveaway. Something bad had happened only moments before the picture was taken. The expression in the eyes was distant, the same eyes that looked at her so lovingly.

Eve closed the book, finished her water, and slowly walked back to the bed to snuggle next to her lover, if only for a few more hours.

Eve awakened again later that morning, quickly dressed, and called for a cab. She didn’t dare awaken her sleeping prince after wearing him out three times the night before. On his dresser she left a note thanking him for a wonderful time and for the sex of the century; then she awaited her cab and left. Left his life? That was the question she couldn’t answer.

 

Content that her Mercedes was safely parked in front of her house and running in perfect condition, she sped off to work and tackled the first of several boring meetings.

Beforehand, she had been too busy to think about Jordan, but now that there was a break in her schedule, the first thing her mind drifted to was him. She adored him, loved who he was, loved how he treated her like a perfect lady. But could she deal with him? He was so different from her. His upbringing was different; his way of living was different. She was used to being around loving families, good experiences, Friday night card games, block parties, chitterlings, and fried chicken on the grill. Ordinary joys but as necessary as breathing. Could Jordan supply that for her?

Words he had spoken last night haunted her: I don’t believe in childhood. That scared her. She was looking for a relationship that could take her to the ultimate goal—marriage and children. Did he want that?

Eve knew she was doing what most women do when meeting a fantastic man—jump to the wedding without so much as having the first date. Yet her concern was genuine. Could he handle a life with her? Eve knew she had to wait, sit back and think, be objective about the situation. If a relationship with him was in the proverbial cards, she’d let it happen naturally.

It had been a long day with meeting after meeting, and in between them, thoughts of her delightful Mr. Jordan continued to haunt her, along with thoughts of his sheltered life. With all of that going on, she couldn’t wait to get home. She hadn’t been back since early the previous morning other than to change clothing. All she wanted to do was slip into a kimono, pour a glass of chardonnay, and put on her Aya CD, listen to “Nobody Knows Me,” and veg out. The title of the soulful song once again took her back to Jordan. Did she know him? She wanted to. As she sipped her mellow wine, she remembered she had forgotten to check her answering machine. A friend of hers was due in town within the next day or two and had said she would call with specifics. Eagerly, Eve pressed the button. Yes, Bonnie would be in town, and she was glad to hear it, but it was the next message that got her.

Eve listened carefully as the seductive voice lured her. “Hello, gorgeous. It’s Jordan…yeah, like you wouldn’t have known that. I know you’re wondering how I got your number, so please forgive me for getting it from your membership file at the health club. I missed seeing you this morning and wanted to tell you how incredible you are, every part of you. I’d like to see you again if that’s okay with you. How’s that Mercedes? My guy does a great job.”

Just the sound of his voice melted her; it was so sensual, deep, male to the max. But she still wasn’t sure about anything with him yet. She jotted down his number, just in case. For that night, the only thing on tap was the rest of her glass of wine, a delicious salad, Showtime and more thoughts of Jordan no matter how much she wanted not to think of him.

 

The next evening after work, his clear voice was seducing her answering machine and her senses again. She had wanted to call him back the night before, revel in his sound, his words, his thoughts, but she wasn’t sure what to say to him. He’d want to further their relationship, and she knew it. But how do you tell a dream man that you want to slow down?

Avoidance.

That would give her time to think.

Over the weekend, she gave nothing. He left another message. She felt bad about avoiding him, and it was getting increasingly hard, but she continued the wait, enjoying spending time with her friend and a poker game with her father and his best friend, James. The entire time, Jordan controlled her. In her own mind, she really couldn’t fathom exactly why she was keeping her distance from a man she knew she wanted. But for Eve, it wouldn’t work unless she had all of him and on her own terms.

Thursday evening came along, an evening she was dreading because she had to see him. She had three more weeks of swim class in order to look good in the Bahamas. She wanted to either chicken out and simply not go, or change facilities, but that wouldn’t solve the problem.

 

By 7:30, the other women and Jordan were in the pool, awaiting the last student. No sign of Eve. He had to start class but didn’t want to without her. He checked the wall clock again in case his eyes were playing games and there was still time for her to appear, but everything was right on schedule. He had messed up, done something wrong, said something crass—but what? He got it together enough to begin his class for those who were serious about swimming, and not for those serious about avoidance.

Jordan knew his students were ready to kick off the side from the deeper end. He gathered everyone and helped them tread out farther. The opening door caught his attention, and to his delight, it was the one woman he prayed he’d see again—Eve. She was the best thing he’d ever seen, better than how she looked last week. Her swimsuit fit better, sexier; her bronze skin really glowed. His happiness showed in his smile as he met her at the shallow end and reached out to take her hand. “Ms. Harlan, I was beginning to think you dropped me. I’m glad you didn’t.”

“I almost did.”

“Why?”

Not wanting to give him the real answer, she stalled. “Still scared of water, and I’m not sure if looking like an expert in the Bahamas is worth it.”

“Worth what? The jam you’re in with me?”

“I’m not in a jam with you, Jordan.”

“I think you are, but if you like, we can simply concentrate on the lessons and nothing more. Would that be better?”

She knew she’d hurt him by not responding to his phone calls. That was the last thing she wanted to do, and the minute she saw him, all she had wanted to do was go deep with him again, taste his wonderful lips, stroke that erection that was starting just by her arrival. She smiled coyly. “Can we maybe go slower?”

He had to play along if he wanted her in his life. “I know I move fast, Eve, but with you it’s impossible to hold back. For you, I’ll try. I don’t want to, but I will.” He led her into the middle of the pool. “We’re going a little deeper. Do you want to try it?”

“Will you hold me?”

“You know I will, and I won’t let go until you tell me to.”

She understood his message.

Jordan held her tight as they made their way to the six-foot mark. He could tell she was scared.

Eve was totally scared, but willed herself to keep going.

Reliving their night of unbridled love and ultimate sex was what she needed, temporarily, to take her mind from the cold water, water that could swallow her up and conceal the fact that she was ever there. There was no father to jump in and save her, just Jordan, who would gladly do the same thing. For the first time, not even Jordan, who had managed to take her mind from everything, could deliver her from the fear of the deep. She stiffened within his clutch, remembering that stifling feeling of being weighted down, seeing bubbles escape her own mouth and not be able to do a damn thing about it.

Her hands gripped the edge of the pool tighter and stayed there despite how her lover edged her on. She could see the others on the opposite side staring, waiting for her to get over there so they could continue their lesson. Eve didn’t care. That mind-blowing experience twenty years ago still haunted her. “I…I can’t do this, Jordan. I’m scared.”

“I know you’re scared, but I won’t let go. Trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”

Her jaw quivered, chilling her entire frame. “I do trust you, but I can’t touch the bottom.”

“You don’t have to. I’ve got you.” He did something that he normally never did—get in too close with his emotions during class. His lips moved to her wet ear, tangling with her long strands. “I’m here, baby, and I will never let anything hurt you. Please trust me. Trust me with everything.” His arm wrapped tighter around her waist and edged her on.

Slowly she loosened her grip of the edge, making a move inch by inch until she, Jordan, and the rest of the class were again a team. He stayed with her, but close enough to his other, more secure students and continued to familiarize them with not touching the bottom. There were hardly any words between her and Jordan. She followed his instructions to the letter in fear of him going back on his word, but she knew within her soul that he never would.

Eve was the last to leave class, wanting to talk to Jordan about her dilemma, but she knew he’d only try to convince her that it didn’t matter. As she exited the water, leaving him behind to wonder what the sudden problem was, she felt bad. Eve knew he needed reasons, but the pool wasn’t the place to explain. Another day, another time. It would be a long week until she saw him again. She hoped that if she prayed hard enough, the whole situation would work itself out and she could have her perfect man. Ultimately, she knew life simply didn’t operate that way.

 

Eve resisted responding to Jordan’s calls, but by Saturday afternoon, his calls stopped. She had expected him to call late that night or Sunday, but it never came, and she missed hearing his voice on the answering machine, wondering about her, asking to see her. He was still interested after her little display of nonchalance. What was really working on her nerves was herself. She knew she was still hot for Jordan. The moment she looked at him in the pool the Thursday before, her body ached for his to be inside of hers, for his loving words to tingle her ears, for the feel of his hands on her.

Who did she think she was fooling? Jordan had infiltrated her, sautéed her emotions, and was ready to serve her over a hot, steaming plate of sexual adventures, and she wanted it—badly. She had to admit that the very idea of him, flaws and all, was more than enough. He was destined to be with her, and there was no more denying it.

After grabbing her gumption and praying that he’d want to speak to her after giving him a cold, wet shoulder, she sped to the university, found State Hall, and headed for his room.

She could hear his voice before approaching room 313. He sounded so professional, direct and to the point. He knew exactly what he was talking about, made his subject come alive as he discussed Chaucer with a group of freshmen. He knew his stuff; he was as lusty and as lively as the old English poet.

Before opening the door, she looked inside and saw him pace his room with enthusiasm, getting his students excited about learning. She also saw many a female student staring at him in awe because that’s what he was—awe-inspiring, magnetic, radiating sexual energy. Eve was staring through the glass as though she were a child in the window of a candy shop. Eye candy. That would be Jordan Whittaker.

He looked so sexy in his black dress slacks and light cream shirt with the tie loosened. The way he listened to his students with his hands barely resting on his slender hips turbocharged her sex drive. She had to have him; no more thoughts, rules, apprehensions—all but one: taking it slower with him and building a relationship, if that was still attainable.

Eve quietly opened the door, and Jordan’s eyes met hers. It took everything she had not to stare at him in the middle of a crowded classroom. She edged her way to the back and quickly sat down.

Jordan’s eyes danced with pleasure as he watched her move down the aisle. She was there for a reason, and thank God it was for him. With a grin that wouldn’t quit on his face, he finished the last twenty minutes of his class, handed out the next assignment, and patiently waited for the last student to leave.

Women came up to his desk after class all the time, obviously, and Eve knew why. They were smitten, as was she. She watched as the women sashayed around him, asking their obvious questions and doing everything humanly possible to truly nail him, but it wasn’t working. His eyes continuously darted to the garden party he was being invited to. Politeness to his students lasted only so long before he whisked them off to “professor anybody but him” and walked Eve’s way.

Breathless inches apart were they, with smiling faces, loving faces, insane-about-one-another faces. Jordan took her hand. “Visiting me in the middle of the day? What brought this on?”

“I wanted to see you.”

He sat on the corner of the desk, hands still covering hers. “You wanted to see me, huh?” His eyes narrowed in a playful look. “Is this good or bad? You were pretty standoffish at the pool the other evening. I thought my goose was cooked when it came to you.”

“Not in the least. I’m here today because I just had to see you, Jordan. I haven’t been able to take my mind from you the second I met you.”

“Really? I was beginning to think otherwise, with you not returning my calls, and coming late to swim class. You were giving me a complex, little lady.”

She moved in closer to him, so close she could smell his cologne, wanting it to intoxicate her, lose all sense of reality. That was easy with him. She had to remember herself suddenly, remember why she was there and not get trapped by desire so quickly that she’d undo everything her sane mind was telling her. “I know I’ve been standoffish lately, and that’s why I’m here. I need to apologize.”

He stood, taking her into the crook of his arm. “No need for that. I knew something was up and that you’d tell me all about it if you wanted to. I still have that complex, though, and if you don’t kiss me, it’ll only get worse. Don’t wear me down, Eve, because I’m already so weak for you. Just one kiss, one nibble, and I promise I’ll go away.”

“I don’t want you to go away, Jordan, and don’t beg me. You know my lips are yours, everything on me is yours.” She moved into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and shoulders, feeling his muscles contracting to her. Her lips softly brushed against his, feeling his velvet flesh, his warmth, the small poke of a tongue, then more, and more.

Again, he had possessed her. One touch from him and she was so willing to give in. Her lips covered his over and over, like a game to see who could out kiss the other. They were both winning because they were conquerors. Their bodies moved together, tongues sliding and colliding in wicked-wild fashion, sucking hard.

The more her lips ravaged his, the more tension she could feel in his pants. Remembering vividly what was under that thin material wound her into a tight spring, ready to bounce free. The feel of his scrotum, the base of his thick rod, the heat from his juiced tip, his magnificent length—all of it lingered in the back of her mind. Fuck everything! She wanted him, right then and there.

Her hand moved to a strong, stiff cock, ready to rock. It pulled at the material, stretched it, made the zipper buckle, and she rubbed it with intense friction. Everything she’d tasted in her mouth over a week ago was back again, ready and steaming. The more she stroked him, the harder his kisses became, sucking her, nipping her own very hungry lips until he unwound her. His lips and erection did it for her, releasing pressure that was so intense that she could barely breathe. It soon flowed from her, releasing her, making her body faint, and her mind swim. Her lips quickly pulled away from his to ride out the rest of the wave. Her warm breath made contact with his already moist neck. Her voice quivered. “Jordan, my God, Jordan. What is it about you that makes me follow your trail?”

He pulled away from her. “I give you everything and what I just gave you, you needed. So did I. But if you need me so much, why do you make a conscious effort to avoid me?”

Reality check, brain freeze, culture shock! All of that in one, and she could barely respond. The ultimate point of her being there was to explain everything, her feelings, concerns. A kiss like that could systematically unbalance all checkbooks in the tristate area. She straightened in his arms, cleared her throat. “I’m here because I do need to explain my actions.”

“I hope so, because you left my house without so much as a good-bye. I didn’t know what I had done to deserve that. I still don’t, Eve.”

“Jordan, it’s just that you’re so different from me.”

“Like black and white?”

“Like different lifestyles, Jordan. Color never mattered. I saw you and wanted you. Your touch was magic, your kisses were orgasms, your words so sweet…most of them.”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re so different, you and I. We lived totally different lives for so many years. I just don’t know if the differences can mesh and, well, become one.” She saw the confused look on his face. “Look, Jordan, I told you what my life was like—loving, full of family get-togethers, everything you didn’t have. Your father did something. I don’t know what, but it’s something that’ll be hard to work around. You don’t believe in childhood. Remember when you said that?”

“Yeah. I didn’t believe in mine because there wasn’t one.”

“What would that mean for us if we decided to take things further? I know I’m jumping the gun a little here, but I want kids, a good marriage, something my parents have. As far as I know, I want all of those things with you. But maybe you don’t.”

He leaned against one of the student desks, taking in a heavy sigh. “My life scares you, and I know this, Eve. I can’t change who I am or what happened to me. All I can do is change my future.” He took her hand again. “You’re the only person who has made me want to change. I want all those things, too. I love children, I respect married couples, and hoped that by now I would be. It never worked for me, but I want it to. So far, from what I know about you, that could happen, but it’ll take time. I can’t change overnight.”

She stroked his cheeks, wanting to kiss him again so badly and make him feel good again. But she had come to say something, make a stake in their reality, claim something. “I want you, Jordan. I want you more than any woman should be allowed to want a man. I believe in you for some reason, and I just want to know if we can work, if maybe we could take it a little slower, maybe even…date.”

A sly smile crept across his face. “What about the kisses? Am I to be denied those wonderful kisses?”

“Not if you’re willing to give me what I think I need, taking things slower. We started out with a bang, and our spaceship skyrocketed straight to the moon.”

“You’ll admit it was a fucking good ride, right?”

“It was, Jordan, and it can get better, if you want it to.”

“I wanna be with you, Eve. I don’t know what it is about you that made me move so quickly, but I’ll do whatever you want, for however long it takes.”

“Are you sure?”

He took her into his arms again. “Very sure. But for now, I need another kiss to get me through advanced Shakespeare with a bunch of snooty seniors. I have two classes back to back coming up.”

“One kiss, then. And this kiss, Jordan, is going to be a killer!”

“Well, all right, girl!”

 

Three weeks later.

Jordan walked her to the door after an evening out on the town and kissed her passionately, not wanting to leave her but knew he had to. He withdrew from the succulent kiss and smiled into her cold face. “You get inside now. This wind is outrageous tonight.”

“It is only February. And since it is so cold, why not come inside? Rest for a bit and let me make you some coffee before you drive to that big, cold mansion.”

“Not tonight. I’m beginning to feel like a naughty boy all of a sudden. I’ve been good lately, coming inside, having a drink and some food and getting by with just kissing you. That’s getting harder and harder, Eve. If I come in tonight, I really will come in. Know what I’m saying?”

She nipped at his lips again. “You have been a good boy, a perfect boy, and it’s been hard for me as well. Remember, I know what’s in those pants, Jordan. I miss it, but ultimately it’s better this way.”

He shivered at the thought. “If you say so.”

She slid her key into the lock. “Come on. You have to admit we’ve had fun together, and a bed hasn’t even been in the picture. My family loves you.”

“And I love them. I knew I would because only a certain type of family can have a wonderful daughter like you.” His gloved hand smoothed across her face. “Maybe that’s why I’ve really fallen for you.”

His words made her forget the dangling key and the half-opened door. “Are you really falling for me?”

He pushed the door open. “Let’s go inside. I don’t want you freezing your tootsies off.” Once inside the warm hallway of her home, he took her into his arms again, needing to taste her once more before braving a lonely drive back home. She would warm him for the ride, deliver good memories. For the first time in years, he actually had something that gave him good, lasting, potent memories. Sure, he had his share of potent remembrances, but none of them as loving as now. He gently pulled away from her, massaging her shivering shoulders. “I have an idea, if you’re game for it.”

“You’ve changed your mind about the coffee?”

“You know I can’t stay here for that, Eve, because I’d never leave. But there is something I’ve wanted to discuss. I have winter break in two weeks. I’m meeting my brother at Indianhead Mountain Resort and was wondering if you’d like to join us. You know, spend quality time together.”

“Skiing? I don’t know a ski blade from a toothpick.”

“You don’t have to ski. There’s lots of things up there for us to do, like ride the lifts with me and—” He moved in closer, “get stuck at the top of one and make out with me.”

“That part of it sounds inviting, but we can do that here.”

“This’ll be fun for us. Have you ever been skiing?”

“Too busy with blackjack games on Friday nights.”

“You’re crazy, you know that? And, I’m crazy in love. I always rent a villa, the Phoenix. It has everything—cable television, a computer, fireplace, Jacuzzi, a kitchen so we can make hot chocolate.” His brows wriggled. “Sound inviting?”

“Two weeks from now?”

“Think you can fit it in? I’ll buy you some skiing outfits. You know, those tight-fitting spandex ski pants with huge Dale of Norway sweaters.”

Her eyes lightened. “I do love those sweaters.”

“Then have I lured you into joining me and my brother for a week full of fun-filled days, lots of excitement, and warm nights by a blazing fireplace?”

“With your brother there?”

“He always stays at the Roots Resort, so don’t worry about him.”

Eve snuggled into his warm coat, feeling where the melted flakes puddled against it. She kissed his full lips ever so lightly, teasing him, wishing the fireplace wasn’t so far away. It would be nice to get away for a week, max out, see how the other half lives. “I’d love to go. Where exactly is Indianhead?”

“Wakefield, Michigan.”

“Wakefield! Do you know how far into the upper peninsula that is?”

“The best snow is there; so are the warmest resorts and cabins. C’mon, give it a try. Don’t you want to be with me?”

More and more each day. “Okay, Dale of Norway, you’ve got me. Just don’t expect me to do any damn yodeling from some mountain and scamper around in flowery shorts with suspenders.”

“Only if they’re Daisy Dukes.”

“Like you’d know about those.”

“I know more than you think. What I know at this very moment is that if I don’t get out of here, I’ll break every promise I made to you.”

“Not just yet.” She stroked his warm cheeks. “I’d still like to take it kind of slow, even up there. Can you do that?”

“So long as the prize is still mine.”

“I’m yours, Jordan. I just need to make sure it stays that way.”

“You got it, baby. Lock this door behind me. Can’t have anyone taking my girl from me.” His lips tugged at hers once again, slowly, softly, seductively; then he pulled away. “I’ll call you in a few days.”

“Call me when you get home.” She watched him go to his snow-dusted car, then closed the door, and leaned against it. She was falling hard for a man she had only known a little over a month. It took every ounce of her inner fiber not to go back on her word and take him into her bedroom. Night after night of watching movies with him, making him romantic dinners, just talking with smooth jazz on the CD player was becoming increasingly hard, but she did it and felt good about it. Tempting him was the key, though. It would show her more of the man she knew he was.

 

Eve’s eyes beamed at the sight of the winter hideaway and the tall trees surrounding it. It was so big. Getting used to his mansion was one thing, but this was something else. Her eyes widened as they walked with their suitcases up the freshly snowplowed walkway. “What room are we in, Jordan?”

“Room? What do you mean room? The place is ours, at least for a week.”

“You’re kidding. The entire place?”

“I told you I rented a villa. Though I’d be glad to share a gunnysack as long as we were together.”

She took his hand and proceeded up the long walkway. “Having dinner with Joseph was a blast. He’s so funny, and you two look so much alike. Then again, you always have.”

“How do you know that?”

“I woke up on our first night together, after you rocked my body till kingdom come and fell asleep. There was a photo album on the coffee table in the den. I looked through and saw the cutest little boys, but one had tears in his eyes.”

“There’s still tears, but of a different kind.”

“Happy ones?”

“Never happier.” He slid the key into the lock and pushed the door open. “I have you to thank for that, Ms. Harlan.”

Maybe one day that Ms. will change to Mrs. She could only hope she was being steered in the right direction down lover’s lane. He was coming along nicely, wanting to live another kind of life, one filled with card games on Friday nights and chicken frying in the pan. He was learning to be a homey; it looked good on him, and Eve liked it.

 

Of all the winter sports on the agenda, Eve liked the cross-country skiing best, even though she fell five times during a brief one-mile run. What was most romantic was getting caught on the bunny lift in the dead of night and making out over the highest hill. It scared her at first, but Jordan was so warm and reassuring, and the minute his moist lips met hers, all fear vanished. What took its place was a stimulating feeling between her thighs. Only Jordan could supply that, and she made the best of it by riding the twisting, turning wave of an orgasm right there on that tight ski lift. The stars were their only guiding lights.

Her first two evenings had been so jam-packed and fun-filled that she couldn’t help but wonder what he had planned after watching him and his brother race down the main slope. He had told her that after he tried beating his brother on the slopes, the evening would be theirs.

She could hardly wait. His surprises were always so…enticing.

After getting her fill of a fabulous dinner that Jordan made for her, which consisted of homemade lobster bisque laced with sherry, Lake Michigan trout, garden salad, and baby potatoes, she snuggled near the big picture window of the villa. The evening sky looked chilly yet inviting as the snow continued to cover the treetops and mountain ranges. The feeling her amaretto-spiked hot chocolate was giving her certainly hadn’t hampered the romantic mood. She could hear Jordan in the kitchen splashing around, busting suds, insistent on her not doing a damn thing that night other than relaxing and hopefully being his faithful concubine later that evening.

It was time, and Eve knew it. Jordan had been a good boy, making strides and being ever so patient with her. The truth of the matter was, Eve was the one with that growing yearning welling deep within her core. Kissing Jordan and giving him palm rubs and back massages was a true enough thrill, but she needed the action, craved it each night he left her.

Jordan crept in behind her, but she could smell his approach. He had a naturalness to him, earthy yet manly enough to intoxicate her to sexual peaks. She let him play his game of sneak attacks, felt his hands massaging her shoulders, loosening her tight muscles and working his way down her heavy ski sweater. “This material is much too thick, Eve. I can hardly feel you.”

“You said you like it on me, that the colors match my skin tone.”

“The only real thing that matches your skin tone is me, though I am a little pale.”

“You’re not pale. Actually, you have a goldenness about you, and those green eyes makes me want you even more.”

“I’ve got something else that can make you want me more.” He slipped into the lounger next to her, toting his own spirited chocolate, and nestled against her sweater. They both stared through the window, watching the snow continue to blanket the world. Jordan broke their moments of stillness. “Have the past few days been everything you thought they would be?”

“They have. I’ve always wanted to go to a ski resort but never really had the opportunity.” A smile crept across her rosy brown cheeks. “Actually, I’ve always wanted to lounge around a ski resort and drink my fill of hot chocolate and pig out on delicious food. That’s really the extent of my snow-bunny sports.”

“You look so good doing just that. You and tight ski pants were meant to be together. Besides, they work better than bulky pants.”

“Better for what?”

“The slopes you’re getting on in the morning.”

“No way, Jordan! Black people and ski slopes aren’t a good match. Though I must say you looked good today losing to your brother.”

“He always wins against me in everything. I don’t care because he and I have so much fun together.”

She moved into him, sliding her hand into his sweater. His muscles tightened to the caress of her hand. His reaction sent warm chills across her skin. God, how she missed feeling him pounding away inside her, sliding against her moisture, stretching her juiced sex with rugged thrusts. He was so good at delivering awesome friction against a vibrating clit. He was the only man who could do it right…do her right. She missed that, missed him, and now, stroking his chest was really putting a hurting on her self-restraint. They’d both come so close on many occasions but had held off. Eve felt she could no longer hold off, not with him in her arms, stroking his nipples, lifting his sweater, savoring the exotic taste of his skin with her hungry tongue. She moaned against the feathery-light hair trailing his navel. “Your brother hasn’t won everything, Jordan.”

He released a deep breath and relaxed against the chaise lounger. “Really? What have I won?”

“A woman who’s now ready to give into you, to be your slave, your anything.” Her hand slid to his bulging member pressing so hard against spandex pants. She worked it up and down gently, soon replacing her hand with her lips, sucking his tip through the material as she fingered his tight sac. There was so much power there, so much strength, and she needed to experience it again. She was ready for him, needed to feel a lover satisfying every orifice of her body, poking into every hole he could find and saturating her with his cream.

Eve knew nothing would matter until she commenced with him up there in that snow-covered, secluded hideaway. Everything would again make sense once her body got what it needed. Her lips parted from the dampened material, and she stared up at him. His head was resting against the slope of the seat, as she stared up into the high ceiling, mesmerized by what she was doing to him. “Jordan. I want to.”

His eyes met hers, his voice strained, as he gathered rational thought after almost coming. “Are you sure, Eve? I want this to be right for you.”

“It is right for me. Making love to you is always right for me. I have this overpowering need to taste you, Jordan—taste you in ways that I’ve missed so much by being stupid.”

“You weren’t being stupid, just in need of some reassurance. I did move fast with you, but only because you were—are—a gem that I couldn’t afford to let slip away.” He stroked her cheeks, fingered her trembling lips, then spread his legs on either side of the lounger. “Take it, Eve.”

She was like a child at Christmas, and what a large, lovely package she had to unwrap. He was already busting at the seams from want of her, and that’s what triggered her chain reaction. She sucked that hardened, clothed tip again to build friction, feeling his penis rise under the fabric. As she went deeper onto him, pulling at the material, she felt his veins, his sac tightening, his hips pressing feverishly against her as they begged for release, freedom.

Eve tugged at his pants, pulling them down and seeing his seething erection bounce into her life. He was so stiff and hard, as if he had been saving all that perfect cream for weeks, just for her—all for her.

Her small hand gripped him, barely able to wrap around such an erection. She massaged him before letting her tongue snake out and devour him. The minute her tongue met the slit of his engorged tip, she became ravenous. Her lips surrounded him, pulled on him. She could barely get enough as she massaged his scrotum and gently squeezed. She could feel his life force within his sac and needed him to pump it into her.

Jordan moaned, liking it, loving it, wanting more and more of it. His hips slid up and down the leather lounger, ducking his length so deep within her warm mouth that he could barely think straight. He pulled at his sweater until it lifted over his head, revealing more to her. The thought of being in clothing around her seemed too stupid for thought.

The same for her. She pulled free from his phallus, staring at the engorged tip as she slipped from her own sweater. Her eyes never left him, and once the garment was off, she went back to work on him, rubbing her tongue against the underside of his cock and feathering her way down to his base.

Jordan unsnapped her bra, taking her breasts into his palms and working them. Her erect nipples tickled his fingers, making him harder the more he gently squeezed them. One hand moved to her back, stroking up and down before moving into her spandex pants to stroke her behind. Jordan moved in tighter, needing to feel her dampened sex, press into it, let her moisture cover his flesh like a second skin.

He made contact with her derriere, fingering down to her soaking core, and slid the wetness between her cheeks. Her magic with his penis drove him to madness, needing to strip her of everything and feed that giant rod into her tight, slippery opening. Until she had her fill, he teased her in other ways. Two fingers slid into her, pushing and pulling, stimulating a clit that was ready for combustion. It quivered against his fingers, and she pulled away from him long enough to ride out a shattering orgasm. She called to him, bucked against him, pleaded into his flushed face. His only words: “It’s coming, baby.”

He stood with that bobbing cock stretched out to the world and stepped from his pants and shoes. Removing everything from Eve was next. He pulled her anxious body to his, kissed her long and hard, letting her feel the pressure from his erection shifting against her. His kisses moved down her neck and onto her breasts, licking them, nibbling on taut nipples as he slid her pants down her legs.

Eve gladly stepped from them, then pointed to the lounger. Her voice giddy, her body tingling. “Lay back down, Jordan, and let me mount you.”

With his bare backside against the buttery soft leather, he looked up and anxiously awaited her descent. He braced her arms on either side of his head and helped her to get parallel with him. Once she was in the perfect spot for absolute penetration, he let her do her thing.

Eve kissed his hungry lips again until all that pent-up frustration was ready to bubble from her. She lifted her derriere higher, positioning herself over him, then slid down, feeling his tip poke her opening. She teased by lifting back up, then down again, repeating the sequence until they both were lost in desire. Eve lowered again, guiding him slowly into her, adjusting to his size, letting him enter her until she constricted in waves around him. Her jaw trembled from pure ecstasy as he plummeted deeper into her, rocking her, gyrating around her clit as if it were on a mission. It was.

Jordan jerked around inside of her, and he massaged her breasts, making them bump and jump against his hands as his strokes increased. He made her ride him high and dry, working his body, sweating, panting. Both twisted and turned against each other so much that they slid to the carpet.

Jordan landed on top, and one look down at Eve made him thrust hard, drilling her until they moved across the room. She yielded to him, yet stayed so strong, and that’s what he loved about her—so sexy, so faceted, so everything to him. As he moved mercilessly against her, he couldn’t help but smile. There she was tonight, bare to him, yet so clad with everything a woman was born to have—heat, sweet nectar, rawness, and love. That alone made him pump harder until he gave, spilling so much liquid into her that it was seeping from her.

Eve rode his volcano until she erupted, clinching him, jerking what was not hidden of his maleness against her hands. His scrotum was so warm in her hands as she palmed it. At the precise moment, everything magnified, became clear, loud and amazing. She screamed his name until that spiraling sensation within her frame arrested, leaving her diminished but loving the feeling.

Jordan landed on top of her, out of breath and out of his mind. Life itself wasn’t as delicious as she had just been to him. Was she real? Or a figment of his overactive imagination? Then he felt her damp hair and skin. Certainly real.

He kissed her wet face, lifted her into his arms, and carried her to a bedroom that housed a lit fireplace.

Again, Eve awakened in the wee hours of the morning, but the only difference was that this time there was a hot, stiff erection between her thighs. She let it stay there, playing at her opening along with his large fingers. Two of them slipped into her sex, manipulated her still swollen labia. Within moments, she felt Jordan slide down, hold one of her legs up, and bury his face in her core. His tongue and fingers accosted her in vigorous strokes. The fingers subsided only to make way for more tongue that lapped at her, stroking her from stem to stern, swirling around and tickling flesh. When she came, she could feel Jordan’s teeth nipping at the quivering clit and tasting her like he’d never had anything that scrumptious before. The sounds he made while devouring her made her come again. His groans, utterances, lapping sounds, all of it combined to send shock waves through her body.

With her back now resting against the mattress, she was free to spread-eagle for him from east to west. The wider her legs parted for his insatiable lust, the wilder he became. She could feel an orgasm slowly welling inside, picking up pace like a tornado, twisting, turning, and yearning to spin out of control. Senses heightened to fever pitch, nervous hands grabbed her breasts, feeling the tight points, but that was all she could do to stop from ravaging him in the process. She was ready—real ready.

Jordan’s arms tightened around her thighs, pulling her closer to the edge of the bed. He continued tickling her fancy, sucking it, blowing on it, spreading her pubic hair aside to get to more of her flesh. There was no way in hell any woman could feel and taste the way she did. Maybe she wasn’t real, just a figment of his starving imagination, and that “imagination” made him bury his face deeper and deeper into honey. When she came, her lips quivered against his, pounding a super-hot clitoris against his hungry tongue. Her cries educated him to what real desire and passion was. He knew it well now, so well that he stood to his feet, hoisted her hips to match his, and shoved his untamed rod wildly into her. He bucked, jerked, stiffened, and continued to jam. Throaty words escaped him in volumes. “Let me do you, baby, all night. Scream for me, girl. Tell me you love this seething pipe tearing you to shreds.”

That was it! Even his words drove her to sexual insanity. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she called to him. Her hands scratched at his, needing to touch him, feel his sensitive skin against hers. Her sixth orgasm of the evening shattered her, ransacked her body, and did the same to him. His nectar saturated her hands and breasts as he pulled out and delivered.

The last drop dripped down the side of his phallus, and he lay his drenched body across hers.

Eve could still feel her sex quaking in spasms, yet she felt so hollow from his missing length. She faced him, smiled as she caressed his warm, wet lips. “Was it that good, Jordan? Good enough to take your breath away?”

“Yeah…oh, yeah. That was sensational, awe-inspiring lovemaking.”

She moved closer into him, feeling his still hard erection against her stomach. “You are the most incredible man I’ve ever known. Sex with you is…”

“Unbelievable,” he finished for her.

“I take it you’re enjoying our vacation?”

“Very much.”

“I’m planning a big future with you, Eve, if you still want one with me. I’ll give you everything you’ve always wanted. Everything.”

Eve fell asleep in Jordan’s arms that night. Love. Trust. Super sex. She had it all at last. She’d met her match finally, someone who would never want another woman. There was no other woman for him and no other man for her.