Body Work by Bonnie Edwards Page A

through the gears like silk, the car responding in a rush of power he felt clear down to his toes.
    “ It’s a gut sucker, all right,” he said, reaching for the hand hold. “But it’s awful small in here. Tight.”
    She slanted him a glance and grinned. “I thought you liked tight.” The wind above their heads caught her hair and it sailed up and out of the roof. She laughed and he laughed with her.
    When they got to the movie, he discovered even more about Lisa he didn ’t know.
    Her focus on the screen was total. Completely enthralled with the story, she followed the action closely. When the music turned threatening, he felt her tension almost before she did. Stealthily he took the box of popcorn out of her lap before she jumped in her seat and sprayed everyone around them with flying kernels.
    The murderer leaped out, Lisa screamed and clung to Tyce, heart pounding, breath coming in gasps. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her close while she ducked her face into his shoulder.
    Her intense concentration aroused him. He wanted her to look like that when he kissed her. She often did. He wanted to see if he could distract her, so he slid one finger up her thigh. Her eyes closed. Interesting.
    He slid her skirt higher, felt the soft curls at her mons. Dipping his finger lower, he felt her shift in her seat and he suddenly had more room to maneuver. He pressed his thumb to her clit, slid a finger inside her dripping pussy and let her move, slowly and subtly in her seat.
    By the time the next crescendo of music rose all around them, she had her face buried in his neck while she came on his hand. Her shudders faded as the music slowed.
    Every week after that, he took her to the movies and let her drive her girly car. The car she’d bought straight cash a year before she married.
    It was a marvel he was getting any work done at all. He was a walking hard -on these days. Lisa could give him a look at ten in the morning that simmered through him all day until he couldn’t take it anymore.
    He would grab her hand, drag her into the pool house, shove down her shorts and his zipper and have her against the wall. She was always ready, always slick, and always hot.
    Once, they stepped back into the garage to find Jason blushing crimson. “You rattled the clock off the back wall,” he said as he backed away. “I just came in to check out the noise.”
    A fter that, they moved farther into the small den and took more time with each other on the sofa. They practiced some of the best mouth work he’d ever experienced, learned each other thoroughly, and taught each other how to wring the most exquisite pleasure out of each stolen moment. He’d be so hot by the time he actually got her naked that his cock would be weeping before she’d so much as touched it.
    Lisa was wild for him. Wet and juicy and heavily primed for him with just a glance, she would come with the merest flick of his fingers or tongue. Then he would drive into her with one powerful slide, and then hold his position for her while she built into another orgasm. They would rock together, cling to each other as if they planned to never let go.
    The days turned into weeks, the nights turned into heaven and Tyce fell further under Lisa ’s spell. In spite of remembering that she was on the move again, in spite of the obvious difference in their financial stability, in spite of his drive to avoid deep commitments, he fell.
    One afternoon when the sun heated the courtyard beyond bearable Lisa sprayed Jason with the water hose and started a water fight that had all three of them soaked to the skin. Tyce grabbed her around the waist while Jason wrestled the hose from her hand. Squealing in his arms and dancing with the icy water streaming over her, Tyce held on. She was like a wet seal, sliding and slipping against his chest.
    He tightened his arms around her and nuzzled his nose against her hair, drank in the scent of her heated damp skin, and used her