I settled my weight over him, savoring the hot, thick length of him nestled against my core.
“Look at me, Eva.”
Opening my eyes, I found his dark eyes waiting, his gaze intent. Just the look had me throbbing, and it had been mere minutes since I had an intense orgasm. I felt as if we were caught in an erotic haze.
His fingers sank into my flesh as he gripped me by the hips, lifting me and guiding me down over him. The feel of him filling me was so intense I could hardly bear it. My forehead fell against his shoulder as I took shuddering breaths.
He was thick and full, creating a slight burn because it had been a while for me. A sudden worry slammed into me. Lifting my head, I said apologetically, “I can’t come like this.” I didn’t know why I felt the need to explain, but I didn’t want to let him down, and I’d never actually succeeded at coming with a guy inside me. It just didn’t work, and I wasn’t good at faking things, so I wanted him to know.
Zane’s gaze went serious as he searched my face. “Don’t worry.” Then I felt the warm suction of his mouth on my neck while he adjusted the angle of our hips and set a rhythm.
Even though I was the one riding him, I felt at his mercy and savored the surrender. There were slow, subtle nudges deeper into my core. I was so slippery wet, the friction over my clit had me chasing for release again and thinking it had to be impossible.
It wasn’t. “Come for me, Eva. Now.”
Chapter 13
Zane
Eva’s eyes widened in surprise just as I felt her channel convulse around me. I waited, watching as her eyes fell closed while she trembled all over. Finally, I let myself go, gripping her as my release tightened in my balls and then sizzled up my spine. I came with a rough cry of her name.
I held Eva against me. I needed to feel her—her dewy skin, the ragged heaves of her breath, and the feel of her heart beating out a staccato rhythm in tune with mine.
After a few moments, she lifted her head. It took an effort to open my eyes and look at her. We were silent for a moment, and I just absorbed her. Her dark hair was mussed, and a whimsical pink lock fell forward on her cheek.
She was flushed, and her breath still came in shallow heaves. I was buried inside her, and I didn’t ever want to be anywhere else. My heart felt as if it had tripped and fallen inside my chest. I thought Eva was hot, unbearably sexy with a brainy twist I’d never known could turn my crank this hard. She was all of that, but so much more. I was pretty sure I was in over my head, solely due to my own overconfidence and miscalculation.
I had intended to blow her mind while fulfilling my hottest sexual fantasy. Doing the brilliant intern had been hands-off until now. Eva had done what I thought impossible. She shimmered like slivers of sunshine along the edges of shades and windows of long darkened rooms in abandoned homes. The sun kept pressing through until light reclaimed the space in my heart.
My heart kept on beating as I gradually caught my breath. I didn’t know what to say. In lieu of words, I looked at her hair, catching a pretty lock of pink and spinning it around my forefinger. “You added pink this week.”
Eva nodded. “Uh-huh.”
Just then, the door to her bedroom popped open, and I gave her a puzzled look. She smiled sheepishly. “George knows how to open the door. It’s an older house, and the latch isn’t great, so if he pushes hard enough, it opens.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I feel like he’s our chaperone.”
“He probably thinks he is,” Eva said with a glint of laughter in her eyes.
Then her stomach growled. Her eyes widened comically, and she slapped her hand over her belly between us. My head fell back against the pillows with a hearty laugh this time. “I’m starving too, and I owe you dinner.”
Eva considered me quietly. “Don’t you dare make me wait until next Friday.”
As soon as she spoke, her lashes fell, and I sensed she wished she hadn’t said that. I nudged my knuckles under her chin. “I won’t. We can have dinner tonight and tomorrow and the next night if you’d like.”
Her lashes swept upward, and her eyes met mine. “That would be nice.”
“Nice?” I countered.
Chapter 14
Eva
“I don’t know.” I leaned forward and clicked on the keyboard to expand the view Zane was showing me. I felt his eyes on me and glanced sideways toward him. “What?”
“You can’t make it too difficult. If you do, you lose a whole segment of gamers. I think it’s a better move to create tiers of difficulty. Those who want to be more challenged will move through faster, and that’s fine.”
He lifted another piece of pizza from the box resting on my desk by his elbow and tore off a bite. After George’s interruption and my stomach making its hungry state well-known, we’d gotten dressed. Zane had offered to call and get us another reservation at the restaurant where he’d planned to take me. But when he’d seen the hesitation in my eyes, he’d suggested pizza.
After a mere two dates, I was dangerously close to falling for this man. On second thought, I didn’t even know if this counted as an actual date.
I looked at the screen and the spreadsheet showing the staggered levels of difficulty for the game I was working on. Catching his eyes again, I felt my lips tugging into a reluctant smile. “You’re right. I know you’re right. That’s my biggest weakness, always wanting to start at a higher level.”
“It’s because you’re brilliant, and you’re a woman.”
I started to bristle inside, but then I saw the look in his eyes. Uncertainty flickered there but also empathy. “I’m a man, so I’m not going to pretend I understand what it’s like to be a woman in the world. That would be remarkably oblivious, as well as arrogant. But I do know women have to work ten times as hard to prove their worth. In the tech world, it’s even worse. Totally sexist field,” he muttered, sounding disgusted. “In the gaming world within the tech world, it’s particularly difficult for women. Of course, you want to prove you make smart games. And you do. You absolutely do. But you also want to broaden your customer base. You can still make it challenging with a high level of difficulty to achieve, just also make it accessible for everyone.”
I took a bite from the slice of pizza I’d set on a paper plate, considering his observation as I chewed. “I knew there was a reason I wanted to do an internship at your company,” I finally said with a slow smile.
“It’s not because you had a crush on me and thought I was hot?” he teased.
My cheeks went pink, but I decided to be honest. “Of course, I had a crush on you. But that wasn’t why I wanted the internship. I wanted a chance to work in your coding department, and I ended up learning a lot. You’re also known for not being a total asshat.”
His eyes searched mine for a moment before he bit his lip and laughed. “That’s high praise. I’m not an asshat.”
“Toward women,” I elaborated. “I did kind of think you were cold, though, and totally cocky. I still can’t believe I’m sitting here with you.”