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our
second date.”
    “So you finally agree the first one was an
actual date.”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    Before she could say much more, his lips
were on hers. She could taste the lingering remnants of the chocolate cake he’d
had for dessert at the café. Damn, she should have indulged, too. Maybe next
time. That was if he asked her for another date. He pulled away.
    “We could also go into my practice and
have some coffee while the rainstorm passes over,” she said.
    “I like the sound of that,” Ian said.
    They got out and both made a run for the
door. Ian took her key and opened it while she went inside and disarmed the
alarm.
    “I just thought. What if it rains like
this all night?” he said.
    “Then I guess you’ll have to sleep here.”
    “With you?” he asked. He pulled her in
close, giving her another kiss.
    “I told you I don’t get horizontal until
date three.”
    “Don’t suppose the coffee counts as a
third one does it?”
    She ran her fingers over his lips and then
across his cheek and touched the little bear charm on his earlobe.
    “You have a quite the bear theme going
here. Your jacket and this earring.”
    “I also have a bear tattoo.”
    “Um, and that would be where?”
    “You’ll find out.”
    “So why bears?” she asked.
    “I like them, how about you?”
    “I’ve never met one.”
    “Yes, you have.”
    “No, I haven’t.”
    “One day I’ll prove you wrong.”
    “One day?”
    His lips were on hers again. This time
their bodies banged into one another and then he backed her up against the
wall. “You didn’t say anything about not getting vertical on a second date,” he
said.
    “You like having sex standing up?”
    “You ever tried it?” he asked.
    “No, I can’t say that I have.”
    “Then don’t criticize it.”
    “You’re sort of bossy,” she said.
    “You have a problem with that?”
    “No, I find it sort of cute just like your
dimples and the bear earring.”
    “You making fun of me?”
    She smiled. “No, definitely not making fun
of you.”
    “I’m glad to hear that.”
    He reached up under her skirt and walked
his fingers up her thigh.
    “Aren’t we going to have coffee?” she
whispered.
    “You’d rather have caffeine than sex?”
    “I didn’t say that.”
    “Good.”
    Before she could get another word out,
he’d pushed the legs of her panties to one side and his fingers were doing a windshield
wiper motion across her mound.
    They looked one another in the eye as his
index finger delved deeper into her curls and quickly found her clit. His
finger felt heavy and strong against the nub as he began massaging it, and
circling its very edge until it tingled.
    “ Mmm .” The sound
escaped from her lips.
    He rubbed his nose against hers as he
continued to work his magic. He kissed her, masking the groan that started in
her chest and made its way into her mouth. She was going to come and very soon.
    Eve put her arms around his shoulders,
widening her stance, and relaxed into her orgasm.
    First time she’d had one of those, well,
at least one that hadn’t been brought about by her own fingers, in what seemed
like forever. And it had been a good one, making her cream, making her wet
enough that Ian was able to use her juices to easily slide his finger into her
pussy.
    He finger fucked her, tickling the back of
her pussy and making her body hum. She kissed him. Running her teeth playfully
along his lower lip, he teased her with the bliss that was to come, and then
very skillfully pushed her over the edge. She held onto him as he removed his
fingers, took his hand away from her body, and then unzipped her skirt, letting
it fall to the ground.
    Eve thought he’d take off her panties, but
instead he gave them a tug and the next thing she knew cool air was hitting her
body. Black lace lay in shreds on the floor.
    “How did you do that?” she asked him.
    “ Sssh . It’s
magic. Don’t tell anyone,” he said.
    “It will be my little secret.”