Chapter 17
Turning the corner onto their street, Tim glanced at Zoe in the passenger seat of his truck. She had her hands in her lap and was picking at her nails. He couldn’t tell whether she was nervous or anxious. Passing his house, he pulled in behind her car and shifted into park.
“It’s okay if you’ve changed your mind,” he said.
Zoe looked down at her hands then unbuckled her seat belt.
He tried not to let his disappointment show, but fuck, he was so hard he could feel the seam of his jeans pressing into his dick.
Instead of giving him excuses, telling him goodnight and climbing out of his truck, she climbed on him. Straddling him, she took his hands and placed them on her thighs and guided them under her skirt until he gripped the fleshy part of her hips.
A low groan escaped when she shifted and rubbed her hot core against his crotch.
“What are you doing, Zoe?”
Her fingers ran along the sides of his face, down his neck, and stopped at the collar of his shirt. “What I wanted to do since we got in your truck.”
“Sit on my lap and drive me crazy?”
“Yes.” She unbuttoned his shirt enough to move her hands to his chest. “I shouldn’t. I have too much going on. Too many things on my to-do list. I don’t have time to get involved with anyone, but you’re so…”
“So what?”
“So everything.” She meshed her mouth with his, sliding her tongue in to tangle with his.
He dug his fingers deeper into her lush ass and pulled her closer, lifting his hips to grind up into her. She moaned and rolled her hips.
Breaking the kiss, he had to tilt his head back to avoid her mouth. “We need to go inside, Zoe.”
“Do we?”
All he wanted to do was unzip his pants, shove her panties aside, and bury himself deep. “Yes. I don’t want to give the neighbors a show.”
She dropped her forehead to his and her chest rose and fell as she struggled to compose herself.
Giving her a firm squeeze, he slid his hands out from under her skirt. “Grab your purse, beautiful, and hop out.”
The look she gave him made him question his sanity, but their first time wasn’t going to be a quick fuck in the front seat of his vehicle. He’d at least get her in the front door of her house before he got her naked.
She picked up her small purse from the console and he opened his door, helping her dismount him and slide out of the truck. He beeped the locks and followed her to the front door, watching the skirt of her dress swish in time with the sway of her hips. The simple dress accentuated her hourglass figure.
Once inside, she tossed her keys into a bowl on a table in the small entryway while he threw the locks on her door. When he turned around, she stood at the bottom of the stairs. Using the banister for balance, she lifted one foot and slipped off a shoe. Instead of placing her foot back on the ground, she stepped onto the first step, lifted her other foot, and slipped off that shoe. Walking backward up the steps, she slowly pulled at the tie of her dress.
Tim kicked off his boots at the bottom of the stairs. Matching her step for step, he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and followed her up.
She unfastened something on the inside of her dress and shrugged it off, leaving it where it fell.
The sight of Zoe in her simple black bra and panty set made him miss a step and stumble.
“Careful,” she said. “It would suck if you fell down the stairs.”
“Jesus, woman. You’re killing me.”
He stripped out of his shirt and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his hips, he decided to sit on a step to take off his jeans rather than risk falling down the stairs. When he turned around, the only sign of Zoe was her satin bra on the upstairs landing.
He scrambled to pull his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans and grabbed a condom, tucking it into the waistband of his underwear, then followed the short hallway to her bedroom.
She waited at the end of her bed, arms crossed over her chest. Whether to tease him or because she was suddenly shy, he didn’t know. His gaze devoured her as he walked toward her. From her full breasts spilling out of her hands to the indent of her waist to the full curve of her hips. His cock pulsed and strained against the confines of his boxer briefs.
