“Yes. It’s an activity? Anya teaches classes and we formed a club that performs at events all around the city,” Eve explained simply.
“You dance?”
“I love dancing. Don’t you have activities that you do? I know you enjoy running,” Eve slipped one hand on his shoulder, her fingers toying with the hair above his ears. “Perhaps we should share information. I play some computer games…I saw you have one of those gaming units at your apartment. You’re a shooter, aren’t you?” She said with a smile in her words.
“I’m a guy…I like fast paced, reflex testing games, yes,” Zach answered, groaning inwardly when she drew slow lines down his throat. Her hand moved to the knot of his tie, easing it open. “What are you doing?”
“You look too…too…office…” Eve sat up and pulled the tie free, tossing it to the backseat. She laughed at the scowl on his face. “Zach…relax…” she opened the top three buttons on his shirt and let her hand move to the buttons on his vest. “You are incredibly handsome and professional looking, Zach…and you’re fidgeting.”
“I am not…” He cast a hasty look down and saw she’d opened all the buttons on his vest. “Eve…”
“You’re fidgeting, Zach.” Eve told him again, her palm sliding between two of the buttons on his shirt and placing her hand against his chest. She could feel his heart speed up a little. “You’re very warm…” She dragged her nails through the coils on his chest, laughing brightly when he pulled her hand free and held it firmly on her lap. “Why are you tense?”
“Did you have wine at the party?” He asked brusquely.
“It was a non-alcoholic party, Zach,” she pointed out, watching the exits as they sped past. “Anya gave me a present for you, though.”
“I’m afraid to ask,” Zach felt her take his palm and place it on her knee. “Eve, my hands are a little rough for…”
“Zach…they’re replaceable…don’t fret…just feel,” she whispered sexily, her palm holding his in place as she pressed it along her thigh and higher, the end of the stockings coming beneath his palm. She left his palm there and pulled a piece of nylon from the pocket of the short jacket she wore, hanging them on the radio knob. “Know what those are?”
Zach looked, blinked and groaned aloud.
“I’m sure there’s a really good reason why those are there and not…not where they should be,” he felt the words catching in his throat.
“I took them off when I visited the restroom just before we left,” Eve told him, smiling when his palm gently massaged along the bare flesh of her thigh.
“You know, I seriously never thought of myself as the kind of guy who was afraid to ask why.” Zach said carefully, the tension in him moving up another notch before he gave into the need to touch her, stroking along the length of smooth flesh beneath her dress, his fingers finding the edge of satin that held the stockings in place.
“You’re exceptionally intelligent, Zach,” Eve complimented easily. She shifted in the seat, his hand gliding off her thigh to the center. His palm pulled free like it was on fire.
“Eve, we’re almost home…”
“We are, aren’t we?” Eve watched him maneuver along their driveway, her fingers opening the seat belt and releasing it and moving to her knees, facing him. She sat patiently while he pulled into the garage, the door closing behind them and the light coming on automatically. Eve reached over and flipped the switch that made the steering wheel rise out of their way. She moved quickly before Zach could say anything, her leg sliding over his until she was sitting astride him, facing him. “I remember you saying the next time we would do this, it would be in the driveway to our own house.”
“Eve…what are you doing?”
“Zach…seriously…” she opened the front of his shirt, her palms spread over his chest with light strokes. Eve bent forward, dotting his chest with warm, moist kisses.
“We have…the house is…” Zach let his head fall back on the headrest.
“Zach,” Eve pressed her body against his, her tongue trailing over the exposed collarbone to his throat. “I want to make out with you…here…like teenagers…please…” she whispered hotly, moving her mouth to his in a long, passionate kiss, her palms framing his face, slender fingers spearing into the thick hair at the sides of his head.
“Christ, woman…” Zach gave into the need, his palms on her shoulders, setting her back slightly from him. He knew his fingers were shaking as they worked to open the front of her dress until Eve took his hands and moved them to her hips. He watched her slender fingers slowly, seductively opening the tiny buttons down the front of her dress.
“It’s not so very difficult to be indulgent…” Her voice was a low, soft caress over his skin when she leaned closer, her breasts pressing hotly against his chest. She slid her palms between them, the belt buckle to his slacks opening under her guidance, her fingers splayed out and stroking over his chest.
Zach groaned aloud, nudging her face up until he could capture her mouth hungrily. He lost to the desires raging inside him, his palms moving to her thighs and pressing hotly beneath the skirt of her dress. His hands surrounded the globes of her behind, pulling her hard against him. She rotated her hips, tilting them and he knew she was stroking that feminine part of her against him, the sweet low sounds coming from her throat sending his senses soaring. Blood pounded hotly through him when she slid back a little, her hands squeezing between them and moving to the opening of his slacks.
Eve slipped the button free and lowered the zipper of his pants, separating the sides and pressing her hands together to stroke heavily down the hardness demanding attention. She raised her head, barely noticing the steamed windows and ragged breathing from them both.
“Move this way…you need to stretch out,” she told him, sliding easily with him toward the center of the wide bench seat. She sat perched in the middle of his thighs, casually pulling his shirt free and pressing the sides wide and moving lower to finish what she had begun with his slacks.
Zach had no idea he would become so turned on watching her, his hands kneading her thighs and behind, gliding beneath her dress to her waist and pulling her close once more. The silken curls stroked along the male flesh she’d exposed, Eve’s breath caught when she ground her hips hard against him.
Sensitive nipples hardened and scraped across his chest, her eyes wide when he firmly set her away from him.
“Eve…no…damn it, look at me…” Zach held her in place, listening to their breathing, inhaling their scent and feeling their heat. “This…this position you want…you’ve never…” He stopped with a heavy sigh when her palm rose and covered his lips.
“Zachary…” Eve breathed his name and took his hand in hers. “Touch me…” She guided his palm beneath her dress to the hot center. “I’m okay…oh yes…right there…I can see and feel what I do to you…how hard you are…you forget that you do that to me…only it doesn’t show…” Eve let her lashes drift closed, her lower body moving against the fingers that found their way to the swollen, hotly moist center. “I want you, Zach…here…now…” she whispered with a low need that sent a shiver through him.
Eve opened her eyes and rose up on her knees, her hand moving between them to slide him through the moisture that had been flowing for him. The hard line of him stroked through the center once….twice…until she caught him more firmly in her opening.
“Eve…” Zach groaned heavily, the hot opening slick with her moisture pulling him inside. “Christ…Eve…I can’t…I don’t want to hurt you…”
“It doesn’t hurt…” she told him, her palms holding to his shoulders as she kept her body lined up, letting herself welcome him slowly. She tilted her hips slightly, soft mews breaking with each new sensation. Eve let her head fall back, her eyes closed when his palm gently stroked over one breast, the sensitive peak of her nipple sending out strong pulses with each new move she made.
Zach bent his head, taking one nipple between his teeth. The loud, plaintive groan from his lips mixed with the cool air around them when she lowered her body a little further. The hot velvet glove surrounded him with an almost painful slowness. It took control he didn’t know he possessed to keep from thrusting into her, the edge of his need just out of reach.
Eve let her legs slowly glide apart. She held her breath, the fullness such a new feeling coupled with the flying sparks of tension that had been building all night long. His hands and mouth teasing, arousing. Her fingers speared the hair at the back of his head at the same time the fireworks began inside her. She lost control of her descent, the convulsions within her rippling along the hard length of him and sending her legs wide. Blood pounded hotly through her. She vaguely heard herself call out to him, vaguely listened to the male growl when his palms moved to her behind, pulling her hard as he thrust upward.
She felt him moving in her when the raging waves slowed. His voice was hoarse, her name on his lips as his arms tightened and his body exploded deep inside her. She was warm, her face buried in his throat and tongue out to taste the salty flesh. Her muscles didn’t want to move. She wanted to curl against him, snuggle down and lose herself in the strength of the arms wrapped tightly around her.
But the air was cooling around them. Zach opened his eyes. He raised his head, dark eyes gazing at the scene they presented. A pair of yellow panties hung from his radio knob; his vest and shirt were both wide open; his slacks had been pushed barely off his hips. There were sweet sounds of contentment coming from the woman nestled in his arms, her chest against his, their heart beats slowly returning to normal.
“Eve?” Zach tilted his head, smiling at the closed eyes and relaxed beauty in his arms.
“Hmmmm…”
“Are you alright?” He knew up until a certain point, it had been his intent to not allow her to do what she did. Then nature and his wife removed the good intentions with a passion he had only dreamt about.
“I am really alright,” she murmured, snuggling down a little more. “Thank you for being so sweetly indulgent, Zach. It’s nice and toasty here…”
“We need to move…the toast is cooling off…”
“Hm…not enough body heat being generated…I think we steamed the windows…”
“I know we steamed the windows,” Zach said with a laugh.
“It’s so nice and cozy…”
Zach reached over and shoved the car door wide.
“Hey! Where’d the arctic blast come from?” Eve tried burrowing into his jacket. “You’re messing with the mood here, Covington…”
“The garage…will you stop moving…” He was amazed at how easily she could get him laughing and cursing at the same time.
“Oh…oh…” Eve felt his body reacting to her muscles and smiled. “Want to see some belly dancing moves?” She contracted her stomach and rotated her hips in demonstration.
Zach grit his teeth. “I’m not sure which of us this is going to disturb more…” his hands went swiftly and tightly to her waist, lifting her up and to the side without pausing.
“Hey!” Eve blinked, dark eyes swinging to the man quickly tucking and zipping before he pulled the keys from the ignition and reached for her waist again. Zach hauled her across the seat and stood her on the concrete. “OHHH! Zach this floor is like ice! My shoes!” Eve yelped and made a dive back into the car, hands scrambling for the heels on the floor. She hopped on one and then the other until she had them on, her hands hastily buttoning the front of her dress and tucking herself into place.
Flashing dark eyes glared at the laughter seconds before he pulled her into his arms, his mouth covering hers with renewed hunger. Eve watched the excitement begin to glow in her middle again, the passion in his kiss weaving its way through to the cold toes.
“I can’t believe…” He shook his head, holding her close as he made certain things were locked before going through the connecting door to the kitchen.
“I think you can now consider the SUV christened,” she said with a teasing wink, long legs striding toward the bedroom.
Zach was still smiling when he opened the shower stall door and stepped inside. A smile turned to a deep laughter filled with pure enjoyment at the stunned expression on her face. Water streamed down her face while her arms and hands flew in all directions at once.
“Not enough hands?” He asked through his laughter, cupping his palms beneath the spray and sighing into the hot water he carried to his face.
“Zach?” Eve swallowed, backing into the corner and working to keep her eyes on his face. “Zach! You…you shouldn’t…”
“Eve…” Zach leaned closer, their noses touching. “First, you just finished seducing me on the front seat of the SUV,” he watched her struggle with the logic, a pretty frown that made the full bow of her lips pucker and presented such a delightfully kissable face. “Second…I plan to fully explore every lovely inch of you…with the lights on…c’mere…” he took her palms from their less than strategic places and turned her around. “I think you need your back washed…”
Fragrant soap, steam and laughter filled the next hour, ending with the water shut off and Zach hustling her into a thick bath towel.
“No, damn it!” Deep, husky laughter filling the bathroom and he lifted her from the floor after wrapping a towel around himself. “A bed! A normal, comfortable bed this time!”