Zoe’s heart slammed against her ribs. Zoe’s expression remained neutral, but her eyes flicked over him, taking in his lean muscle, the way his body reacted to being commanded, the slight tremor in his fingers. Shock, anticipation, something deeper. Try to find ways to help each other relax. Zoe only tilted her head, expression calm. Her fingers loosened against his chest. Showing him the love tunnel he wanted so badly. And Eric, useless, over-eager Eric, had stayed too. He wanted to move. A hint of desire. At first, she thought he was having another panic attack. His gaze kept drifting down to the swell of her breasts, the subtle shift of her legs, the soft glisten of arousal at her core. These things were always so thin her red bra stood out under it. “Finish your meal.”
Eric hesitated. “Come here.” He stepped forward, his movements precise, his breathing steady but measured. Instead, she sighed. “…We’ll see.” Zoe sat down, her movements deliberate, taking her place at the edge of the small fold-out chair. A ragged moan slipped from Eric’s lips, his hand moving faster. The kind of movement she always craved. Slow, calculated movements. Then he gasped, and shuddered, spilling over his stomach.
