The Temp (19 page)

Eve didn’t say anything, if she did her resolve would melt. She’d thought of him, even after she’d banished him from her mind. Her mind was weak. She wanted him, she couldn’t have him, not all of him.

“Say something.” She didn’t. “Say anything.”

“I wish you didn’t want to not miss me,” Eve whispered and wanted to bury her head in her seat permanently. She was so on show, so aware of the man sitting next to her like she could feel him through the seats, his warmth, his musk, his rock hard body. And him. Him. How could she not want him? How could any woman not want him?

The Audi slowed at a stop light. The red winked back at them, rain blurring the night like an impressionist painting. How had everything become so twisted? Become so complicated? She wanted things to be how they used to be. She wanted…him. However she could have him.

“Eve, please, look at me.”
Please.
He never said please. Was he breaking? Changing?

Eve lifted her eyes to his, in her slurred condition she was braver and she knew it was a ruse, deep down. Yet on the surface where her mind swam, she could be brave and do what she’d longed to do for so long. She rose up in her seat and leaned over to his side, her face inches from his.

His breath tickled her lips.

How long had it been since she’d been this close?

“Eve,” he hissed out the very way she hoped melting her core and her resolve sending infinite shivers coursing down her body. If she said his name back, if she did it would be the end of this back and forth but no, she wanted to remain between it.

So instead of saying his name…

She kissed him.

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For once it was perfection.
For once, the kiss meant something.

His hand rocked under her thigh pulling her onto him. His lips called her in, hot and wet like butter on toast. His tongue flicked in between her mouth and the tingle shot through to her awakening her loins that before this moment felt like they’d been sleeping in a coma. Her body melted further weighing down on his hips. She pressed down and met his hardness there. It was rock hard.

Eve’s hips began to move, to grind against him.

He moaned in her mouth. His hands. Where were his hands? A moment ago they had gripped her thighs. Now they gyrated at her waist spurring her on top of him. They moved beneath the silk of her blouse. They were hot and needy. And pressed hard, cupping her breasts circling to her nipples. 

Eve spasmed and moaned.

One hand raised her chin to look at him, she wanted more. She wanted the one thing she’d gone out for that night. She wanted him inside her. However it would happen. However it could in a car. Her head hit the roof of the Audi.

She ignore it and grinded against him. Her hips moved back to let her hands roam. She had her hand on his zipper gently, coaxingly she pulled it down.

BEEEEEEEP!

They jumped and stilled. Eve’s senses came to.
Oh my god!
If it wasn’t for the tinted windows! Her breathing came hard. His hands pressed her up and manoeuvred her back in her seat with lightning speed, her thighs hot against the leather.

BEEEEEEEP!

BEEEEEEEP!

Eve blinked hard. She craned her neck and squinted at the yellow lights behind them.

In front, the traffic light winked green.

The car revved and they made the turn. The engine purred for a while before Eve could process what had happened. What had happened? Had she almost lost it at an intersection? How bad had she wanted him, still wanted him?

Eve didn’t melt in her seat this time. She was beyond mortification. She needed release. Her neck craned and stretched. Her back arched. Like a cat, she needed to cull her claws. Scratch the itch.

Roman laughed a deep throated laugh bringing her back, speaking to her very Sex. “Eve, you drive me crazy,” he purred and the way he spoke reminded her of the engine and what it had done to her the first time. Her back arched further. It was hot and cold inside. She could feel her skin prickle and harden. Her breasts ached for his touch. Her nipples hardened, calling to him.

Please turn. Please make the want go away.

She wanted to beg, to plead, Roman wasn’t looking at her anymore. He was fixated on the road. Why? Didn’t he want what she wanted? Didn’t he yearn for her? And if not her, than at least for sex. “Rome,” she moaned.
Please.

“Don’t,” his hands pressed tighter over the steering wheel. “I’m so close to pulling over and taking you right here on the side of the road.”

She wanted to ask why he didn’t when the mortification hit her. He didn’t really want her or at least didn’t want to want her.

The engine revved again. Speed added to the mix and the thrum only made her want it more regardless if he didn’t. Rejection wasn’t slowing her down. It was no longer a matter of love or sex. It was a personal need.

She needed to exert her womanhood. Like a man, she needed sex as power. Eve leaned over. Her hand trailed to his thighs, resting there.

Holding there. Caressing.

“What are you doing?” Roman’s voice caught.

“Nothing,” Eve let her hand travel to his pants where the zipper lay undone.

Her hand pressed against him fully, feeling his blood pulsing below the surface. He was so hard, so solid. It jerked beneath her touch.

“Eve.”

“Don’t say my name like that, it only encourages me.”

He breathed out in a hiss, clearly holding himself back.

Eve rocked out of her seat, her seatbelt stretching further. Her fear was gone. The want was taking over. She’d never been so in control before and she loved it. She wanted to keep this. This was the very thing, the closure she craved. 

His hardness pressed out of his pants, bouncing free.

She gasped. It was so…erect, pink and swollen and standing to attention.  “Oh my god.” His cock had jumped free like a jack in a box, like a writhing arm pulling her towards it.

“Eve let me pull over.”

“No,” her voice was barely her own as she crawled toward it.

“Damn it, we’re on the freeway, I’ll take the next turn off. Don’t do anything.”

“Don’t stop me.”

Before he could respond Eve did the one thing she’d dreamt about for so long. The one thing she’d been most curious about. She never thought she could do it, not really. She never thought in her wildest dreams…as her mouth slid over his cock the feeling was unlike anything she’d ever had before.

He was inside her, really inside her.

The sweet feeling in her mouth sparked a sudden reaction to her Sex. Rome moaned beneath her lips like a switch flicked, he no longer tried to stop her. He went silent except for the groans eliciting from him like an animal.

Her lips cupped around his top. The sensation of him inside her shot through to her very legs. She was wet within seconds. She started at the top and guided her mouth over and onto him. Up and down. In and out. Lips pressed. Tongue gliding over the length. She’d never done this before and yet it came so naturally. There wasn’t an instruction manual to follow. Like instinct. Sexual instinct. She wanted it.  Like sex had been ingrained in everyone. Eve’s lips pressed tighter. He was so thick beneath her. She felt the veins pulsing around his sheath. Her mouth parted to let him in. And she sucked. Her mouth salivated more and it spurred on her movements. Her head bobbed up and down as she manoeuvred. Her hand guided him into her. She wanted him inside her. Her hand rubbed against the base of him. Rimming his balls. Cupping them. She wanted it all.

“Eve you’ll be the death of me.” Roman groaned beneath her. He groaned! She didn’t care. His hips inched to her mouth, entering her again. “Oh god,” he moaned. “I need to fuck you now.”

Eve didn’t stop as her lips curved over the tip and swallowed him whole again.

The way he spoke so brazenly. Fuck. She wanted him to talk to her like that all the time. If he’d said those words to her in his office she wouldn’t be a virgin anymore. Her mouth sucked him in again. Her hand worked at the base.

He was rock hard beneath her, hot and wet from her saliva.

Oh god.
She could feel her Sex thrum and caress as he entered her mouth again.

“Eve, I’ll crash the car if you keep going.
Please
.”

She didn’t hear, nor did she stop. 

Her mouth slipped over his length again. It touched the back of her throat, so deep and so full. She’d never wanted a man inside her like she wanted him. Her tongue flicked over and back and sucked over the mass in her mouth.

“Oh my god.” She hardly heard.

His cock jerked in her mouth. Something warm and salty touched her lips. It was hot and tasted so…more pumped into her mouth. Her hand pumped the shaft again.

The liquid swam through her mouth, without thinking she swallowed. He was inside her. “I can’t believe you just did”-

The car swerved and Eve’s head jerked hitting the bottom of the dash.

Her senses numbed. Her head fell into his lap. His cock slapped at her cheek. Eve breathed. Tried. Her eyes were locked in darkness.

“Eve are you”-Roman didn’t finish that sentence. Couldn’t.

The car suddenly swerved off the road.

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“What are you thinking?”

Eve blinked up at the question. She lay sprawled on the ever sweet grass, its crisp wetness and freshly cut scent wafting down, as his face wafted down into her view blocking out the ever blue sky. Ever blue. Ever green. Ever perfection.

Rome’s eyes were golden orbs shining down on her, brighter than they’d ever been before, no darkness for once, infinite light. “Tell me. What are you thinking?” his fingers pressed in on her jaw line, stroking along her cheek with his forefinger.

“I don’t want this moment to end,” she said and even as she said it she knew it would, something was off, a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach. Her voice carried in the wind, stealing it away until she could no longer speak. A sudden pain seared behind her sight, into her skull. Colours became ever bright, ever wet, ever blurred.

“What’s wrong?” his brow marred.

Eve reached out to touch him; her hand couldn’t reach the distance between them.

“You’re bleeding,” she tried to say, couldn’t.

*

“Eve, come on wake up.” Her senses slowly came to behind a wall of pain building with every second. “Please, wake up.” His voice sounded so urgent and desperate.  That voice. His voice.

Was it Trigger? No. Rome?

His hand was cold against her skin; she was so chilled to the bone. His voice sounded like it was in a tunnel, so close and yet so far away. “Eve.” His palm rested against her skin like a splash of iced water when she came to, eyes flickering like fluorescent light bulbs.

Sirens blared somewhere faraway nearing and nearing.
Go away.
The noise was grinding her head against a cheese grater. Lights flashed in her peripherals. Red. Blue. White. Darkness, cold, numbness, pain searing in on all sides. Her senses shot back and forth. Pain shot up her spine, her head, all her nerves were on fire. “Eve,” he leaned over her. “Don’t move.”

He knelt over her, he was all she could see, dark eyes, parted lips.
Dark eyes.
No light. It had been a dream. There would always be darkness in those eyes.

Her fingers reached out to get a better picture. She touched course chilling gravel.

Why were they outside? Her head pressed hard against the gravel. Why was she on the ground? Where was the car?

Eve craned her neck, felt the crick.

“Try not to move, you could have spinal damage.” His hands held her head in place. Spinal damage? He couldn’t be talking about her, could he?

Her view was diagonal, the black tarmac with its white stripes criss-crossing the horizon. The sounds of cars whizzing passed in the opposite direction. Like mosquitoes in her ears.

The Audi was at an angle to the road. Its silver paint job so dull in this light.

Something warm and wet trickled down the side of her face. She turned to him. Even in the dark, he was perfection, marred by his own portrait. Her own Dorian Gray who would kill her.

“Rome you’re bleeding,” her hand reached out and touched the warmth on his forehead. It was smeared, his cheeks were the source. They were wet and warm. How long had they been here? How long until things changed? Sometime in, men in navy blue and reflective yellow came rushing to their sides. There was a steely resolve in their eyes, like they’d done this before. They knew exactly what was happening as they spoke and took action in a practised manor.

“You’re pants are still undone,” she said as she closed her eyes again accepting the dream for reality.

The blue angels took over.