Eva was fucking stunning. She was all the more intoxicating simply because she didn’t try too hard. The lip gloss I’d wanted to kiss off had disappeared while she savored her food. She wore another skirt that I wanted to flip up so I could see what kind of panties she wore underneath. All evening, with her camisole tight across her breasts, I thought about teasing her nipples.
As hard as the spurs of need were driving me, I didn’t want to rush. I didn’t want to blow through her guard and ruin this. I heard the hitch of her breath in her throat and watched her lashes sweep against her cheeks when she dipped her head to look down at where my palm rested on her thigh. I could feel the heat of her skin through the gauzy fabric and wondered what her bare skin would feel like under my touch.
I’d been holding my need at bay for most of the evening, willing my arousal to cool whenever I had to stand so that I didn’t embarrass myself. I was accustomed to being in control, and distantly shocked at how little I had around Eva.
I slid my hand down toward her knee and back up. When I felt the garter underneath her skirt, a hot shot of blood arrowed to my groin. Not happening tonight, I told myself. As desperately as I wanted Eva, I was not going to take things all the way tonight. I sensed she had formed expectations about me, and I intended to prove them wrong.
“Eva,” I murmured, my voice a little tighter than I wished. My control was stretched, so I could only manage so much.
Those lashes swept up, and her big brown eyes met mine. Her eyes searched my face, and I wondered what she was looking for. Meanwhile, I slid my hand down her thigh again, this time catching the hem of her skirt.
Her tongue darted out, sliding from one corner of her bottom lip to the other. Her pupils were dilated, and I could see the rapid flutter of her pulse in her neck. I didn’t realize I was moving closer until her sweet, tangy scent hit me like a fucking drug. I inhaled deeply as my lips met her skin, right where her pulse beat.
She sucked a breath in, and I forced myself to lift my head. It was a physical effort because my body was so reluctant to leave the taste of her. My fingers met her sheer stockings, and I slowly walked them up her thighs, feathering along the inside edge. All the while, her eyes held mine. I felt as if I was falling, diving into this bottomless pool of need and want, tangled up inside a puzzling wish to please her beyond just physically.
I paused when my first fingertip landed on her bare skin. “You can tell me to stop.”
Her nostrils flared when she took another breath. “Okay.” That one word came out breathy, and it was like the lash of a whip on the flanks of my need. I was already racing, the pace so fast I might stumble.
“Does okay mean you want me to stop?” I pressed because I needed to know.
She shook her head, just barely. I lifted my hand lightly and placed one finger at a time on the silky soft skin of the inside of her thigh. As if playing scales on the piano, I moved my touch up purposely. I paused right when I met the juncture where her thigh creased, almost growling out loud when I felt her skin pebble under my touch.
“What are you doing?” she whispered.
“I want to make you come.”
So much for taking things slow.
Her pretty brown eyes widened, and her mouth parted slightly as she took in a gulp of air. “Here?”
She finally broke free of my gaze to look around the intimate café. The place was busy, the noise masking any conversation we were having. And Drew, because he was my friend, had given us a private booth tucked in a corner with nothing but a little light above us. If anyone were to look in our direction, they would see me beside her, talking in a low voice and nothing more. A tablecloth obscured anything my hands were doing underneath the table.
When her eyes made their way back to me, I said, “No one can see.” My hand remained completely still. “I’ll stop,” I added when I saw a twitch of worry between her brows.
I began to move my hand away, but then she shook her head sharply. “Don’t stop.”
Well, then. There was nothing I loved more than permission. This time, I let my hand slide down to cup her mound. “Open your knees,” I whispered in her ear.
I couldn’t resist dropping a kiss just behind her ear and loved the way I felt her body tremble. She parted her knees a little bit more, and I let my fingers slide down to press over the very heart of her. It was hot, and her panties were damp.
Although I didn’t doubt she wanted this, I was acutely aware we were in a public place, and I couldn’t let this drag out forever. I scraped that damp silk out of the way and didn’t even bother to hide my groan when my fingers found her slick core. I dabbled for just a moment, teasing a little bit and loving the way her hips rocked into my touch and her breath came in sharp little pants.
Then I sank one finger inside her, not waiting to add another as she gasped, and her pussy rippled around my touch. I leaned down farther to press another kiss on the side of her neck as I began fucking her slowly with my fingers.
“Zane.” Her voice was frayed as her hips moved with the rhythm of my fingers.
“Yes, Eva?”
She started to say something, but then her release struck, and her entire body went taut before she shuddered. She began to make a sound, and I immediately fit my mouth over hers, catching her whimpers in our kiss.
Chapter 9
Eva
My knees were liquid as Zane escorted me out of the café. Somehow, my manners helped me to form words and politely thank Drew for the delicious dessert. I even managed to assure him I would be back.
I distantly wondered if he could tell I was practically drunk on pleasure. My body was still reverberating with the echoes of it. Zane’s hand rested between my shoulder blades as we walked through the door out onto the sidewalk. A light mist was falling, the cool drops striking my heated cheeks.
His hand slid down my back to curl around the edge of my hip. His touch felt both possessive and comforting. I wanted to lean into him. My eyes had just been opened shockingly wide when it came to sensual pleasure, and we hadn’t even had sex. We were both fully dressed, and he’d just given me the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life.
“Danny’ll be here in just a minute.”
I felt the rumble of Zane’s words when he leaned down to whisper gruffly just above my ear. Then he dusted a kiss on the side of my neck. It was electrifying, the sensation zipping through my body and swirling into the others. I had no idea I could feel this much.
My last boyfriend, a friendly, smart guy who I liked, had never even managed to bring me to orgasm. I did have a vibrator that was so good I’d occasionally wonder if it ruined me for regular sex, considering that penises didn’t anatomically vibrate.
“Here he is,” Zane murmured.
I simply followed where his coaxing touch on my hip led me.
Once we stood from the table, Zane had reverted to being coolly polite, although he kept his touch on me the entire drive home. His palm was like a brand on my thigh as we rode through the drizzle and darkness.
He kissed me good night at the door with just a tease of his tongue before he lifted his head. “Good night, Eva.”
His eyes searched my face, and I had to clear my throat to speak. “G’night.”