Free Eve by Iris Johansen Page A

play the same game.” He took her hand off him. “Not while I’m driving.”
    “Then stop driving.”
    “As soon as I can. Where?”
    “Anywhere. I don’t care.”
    “I do.” His hand was moving between her legs. “I’ve been thinking about it. No motel. There’s a reservoir off the highway. We can find a place.”
    “You must have been sure that I’d end up giving in.”
    “I’ve been hoping.” His fingers were closing, pulling, gently pinching. “And I thought my chances were good. Chemistry.”
    Chemistry.
    Her breasts were swelling, her body was tensing, burning, opening. She was leaning back, her head moving back and forth as his hand …
    “Get there,” she said through her teeth. “Find that place.”
    “We’re almost there.” He was going down a bumpy country road. “It won’t be long.” He muttered, “It had better not be. I’m going crazy.” He pulled down a side road, then they were suddenly off the road and completely surrounded by trees and brush. He jammed on the brakes. “Come on.” He grabbed a red plaid blanket from the backseat and opened the driver’s door. Then he was around the car and opening her door. “Quick.”
    She was already out of the car. “Where?”
    He was spreading the plaid blanket on the grass at the side of the road. “Is it okay? It’s clean and private. No one comes here…” He was pulling off his shirt, his movements frantic. “If you don’t like it, I’ll find another place later. I can’t—”
    “It’s fine.” She was unbuttoning her shirt. “I don’t care.” She just wanted him to touch her again. In the way he had only minutes before, as he had last night. She unfastened her bra and threw it aside.
    He was naked. She could see the gleam of his flesh in the moonlight. How had he been so quick?
    “I’ll help, Eve. Lie down.”
    She was on the soft wool blanket. He was pulling at her jeans. Then they were off, and he was with her on the blanket. She gasped as she felt the hardness of him against her.
    “Shh, you’ll like it.” His hand was moving in and out.
    She cried out, her back arching off the blanket.
    “See, nothing but pleasure.” His mouth was on her breast, nibbling, sucking. “Sweet…”
    Not sweet. Maddening. Insane …
    His mouth on her breasts, his hand between her legs, probing.
    He lifted his head, his breath coming in gasps. “I can’t take much more. I’ll take more time later. But could I—” He was over her, moving between her legs. “Don’t say no, Eve. Please, don’t—” He stopped, closing his eyes. “Wait. I knew I’d go crazy. It will be just a second. I’ve got to protect you.”
    “No.” She was pulling herself up to meet him. “Do it!”
    “The hell I will. I promised you that—”
    “It’s okay. I’m safe. I took care of it.” She was glaring up at him. “Now do it!”
    He plunged deep!
    Pain. Only for a moment.
    Fullness. Friction. Movement.
    Yes.
    She was moaning, meeting him thrust for thrust.
    Deep. Deeper.
    His hands were cupping her buttocks, lifting her to every thrust.
    “That’s right,” his voice was ragged. “Give it to me. Burn me…”
    She was the one who was burning. Every tactile surface of her body seemed hot and sensitized. Her nipples, the flesh of her stomach brushing against his, the soles of her feet that were pressed into the blanket.
    Then he was moving harder, deeper. “Eve, I can’t hold off any…”
    She couldn’t, either. Her lips bit into her lower lip as she felt the rising.
    Madness. It was all madness …
    It was only seconds later that her back arched off the blanket, her arms sliding around him to pull her to him.
    He cried out and collapsed on top of her.
    “You screamed.” He was gasping for breath as he lifted his head. “Did I hurt you?”
    She’d screamed? She didn’t remember making a sound. But then she hadn’t been thinking, only feeling. “You didn’t hurt me.”
    “You’re sure? I’ve never had a virgin. You