From now on, lust would smell like leather and Armor All and sweaty man to her.
There was a condom on the dash. Ready and waiting.
It was almost funny. Never had efficiency been so erotic.
They smiled at each other.
Something joyous bloomed inside that little cabin. Funny how it was so like the space she’d imagined carving for them.
“I texted my assistant,” she said. Already going breathless, thanks to her heart rate. “I bought about thirty min—”
He looped a hand around her neck and kissed her.
The kiss was leisurely, but the hand clambering down the buttons of her shirt was patently not.
In seconds flat, daylight and cool air touched her skin. And then his hot hands were skating over her skin and up over her back, because, silly her, she’d worn a bra that clipped behind and not in front. Such was her impatience she would happily burn all the ones that clipped in the back. What a waste of time!
He got it unclipped. She shrugged out of it with practically unseemly eagerness.
She snaked one arm around his neck to pull him closer, and the kiss got deep and hot and dirty as his hands closed over her breasts and he stroked. No subtlety, just fingers heading straight for the nipples and making her wild within seconds.
“Oh God. Gabe... holywow...”
He ducked his head and drew her nipple into his mouth and sucked.
She thought she might actually faint from the rush of pleasure.
Her hand fell upon the top button of her jeans, but her fingers scrabbled there futilely, like a spider on ice. “...stupid... effing...pants...”
He reached over and tugged, and the buttons gave way as if they were serrated like a paper towel.
“My superpower,” he said modestly.
She thrashed her way out of them in about a split second while he was unfastening his jeans and yanking them down, along with his boxers. She slithered out of her underwear and parked them on the dash.
And then she closed her hand around his cock in a way that meant business.
And dragged it up hard.
“Ohmygod,” he said in an amazed, choked rasp.
“It’s only a penis,” she murmured in his ear, right before she dipped her tongue onto it. “Nothing to get worked up about.”
His laugh became a ragged groan of pleasure, and she felt like she had superpowers of her own as he thickened and hardened and arched into her relentlessly stroking fist.
It really was like riding a bike. A girl just didn’t forget.
And for a time it was quiet apart from his gasps for breath, his moans, this hiss of pleasure as his hips arched up into her hand. She savored watching him attempt to withstand that pleasure as he swelled into her hand, his breath coming in gusts, his eyes closing and his head whipping back.
He was half laughing, half moaning.
“Eden. Christ... come here... now...”
She straddled him. Rose over him so that her nipples were just about level with his eyes.
“Wow, look at me,” she murmured. “I have aaaall the control. You’re going to have toaskfor what you want.”
She went for his shirt buttons. She wanted to feel her bare skin against his.