Some Like it Hotter

Okay, okay. That was silly. But she was crazy nervous. She wanted to call Chris. She wanted to talk to Zac. She wanted to wander down to Aura Beach, sit in the sand and watch the sun set over the Pacific without a care in the world.

Easy. Safe.

Ames opened the door after her first knock. Frank must have called him after all. Or had he been waiting? He was probably nervous, too. Wondering if she’d chosen an outfit for the party that would fit on an avant-garde movie set.

“Hello.” He grinned, eyes traveling up and down her crazy outfit before he drew her close and kissed her. “Running away to join the circus?”

“Oh, no!” She pretended dismay. “I picked this out for tonight—you don’t like it?”

He kissed her again. “If you didn’t have a garment bag over your shoulder, I’d be panicking.”

“Wait until you see what’s in here!” She held the bag up threateningly.

He lifted his hands. “Eva. I’m ready. Whatever you want to wear is fine with me. They will just have to get over themselves.”

Oh, gosh. A guy like that could make her seriously crazy about him.

Wait, she already was.

“You—” she laid a hand on his cheek “—are wonderful.”

“You—” he laid a hand on her bottom “—are hot.”

“Hmm, maybe you think so.” She pushed a finger into his chest. “But not nearly as hot as you are.”

“Oh, yeah?” He was grinning, and she was grinning right back at him. The atmosphere was electric, as if they both had energy shooting out of their pores and filling the air. Two nervous people...

“Let’s settle this.” She hung the garment bag in his coat closet and turned to face him, grabbing the hem of her shirt. “Take off your clothes.”

“Fine.” He yanked off his T-shirt, exposing that chest that made her heat up like a radiator. “I will.”

She unhooked her bra, threw it behind him. He kicked off his shoes, yanked off his socks.

She did the same.

They got out of their pants and underwear in record time and stood looking each other over critically, hands on their hips.

“No. No.” Eva pointed to his torso. “See, you’re hotter. Look at that—that is truly spectacular. Broad, muscular shoulders, flat stomach with superb definition—”

“Strong, slender arms.” He pointed to her body. “Round breasts that make men want to weep. Narrow waist—”

“Fabulous ass.”

He pointed lower. “Very sexy woman parts.”

“Extremely erotic man parts.”

“Nice legs.”

“Nice legs.”

Their arms lowered, they stood beaming like fools.

“It’s a tie.” Without warning, Eva took a running leap and launched herself at him. He caught her with a shout of laughter, staggering back into the living room, turning to keep his balance. He ended up losing it anyway, twisting to fall so he caught the brunt and she was on top of him, her hair a loose mess, animals scattered everywhere

Perfect. “Hello.”

“Eva.” He was slightly out of breath. “Do you ever do anything anyone expects you to?”

“Why, yes, Mr. Cooke.” She wiggled suggestively, bracing her knees on the rug. “For example, I’m about to fulfill all your expectations right now.”

“Ah. Well, that’s good, actually. That’s just fine.”

“You’re sure?” She stretched his wrists over his head and leaned on them to keep him immobile, teasing his rapidly hardening penis, loving the warm feel of it rubbing against her clitoris. “Are we allowed to do something this naughty before we mingle with the highbrow?”

“Oh. Yes.” His eyes started bugging out a little as she continued to move.

“Do we have time?”

“Yes. We. Do.” He moved up, his erection trying to find a way in. “Plenty. Lots. Tons. Really.”

“Okay, then.” She rocked back and forth, not letting him inside her yet. “Ames.”

“Ungh.” His caveman grunt made her smile.

“I’m nervous about tonight.”

He opened his eyes, stared into hers briefly, then heaved his body and rolled them over so she was underneath, her wrists pinned over her head. “I’m nervous, too, Eva.”