“Hurry up and get dinner on the table. I’m getting all worked up just thinking about that gear shift in Brandon’s car.“
“Christ, that damned gearshift is going to emasculate me before we finish this,“ Colby growled two hours later. “I must have been out of my mind to come up with this idea.“
“Maybe you’re just out of practice.“ Diana was lying across his lap, wedged between him and the steering wheel.
She looked up at him with teasing eyes as he tried to angle himself more comfortably across the seats.
“I think the problem is that they’ve shrunk the front seats of modern cars.“ And by so doing, had definitely increased the frustration factor, he decided. He could feel Diana’s sweetly rounded rear pressed tantalizingly against the bulge in his jeans. The sensation was inflaming him, but he could hardly move.
“Aren’t we supposed to have the radio on?“ Diana asked. “I had a girlfriend once who dated guys like you, and she said they always had the radio on.“
“I can’t reach the ignition or the buttons on the radio.“
“I can.“ Diana twisted in his lap.
“Ouch! For crying out loud, woman, be careful.“ Colby swore as she ground her tail into his sensitized groin. “I have future plans for that portion of my anatomy.“
“Sorry.“ An instant later, music from a distant rock station filled the little car with a pagan beat. “There, that’s better. Now, shouldn’t you have a cigarette in one hand?“
“I don’t smoke,“ he said, inhaling sharply as she readjusted herself across his thighs. “Never did.“
“Oh. Well, what about a black leather motorcycle jacket? Shouldn’t you be wearing one?“
“I haven’t owned one in twenty years.“
“Darn.“ Diana brightened. “Well, at least you’ve got jeans on. Now you’re supposed to feed me some clever line about how we won’t really go all the way, and how you just want to touch me, and how you’ll still respect me in the morning if we do happen to go all the way.“
“For a woman who never got to experience this kind of thing firsthand, you sure know a hell of a lot about it.“
“I told you, I had this girlfriend who used to give me a blow-by-blow account of all her dates.“
“What happened to her?“
“She came to a bad end. Wound up pregnant and had to drop out of high school. I never saw her again.“
“Well, at least we don’t have to worry about that happening to you, do we? You’re already pregnant and you’re a long time out of high school. Geez, lady, I guess that makes you the perfect date for a guy like me.“ Colby held his breath as he teased her. The one thing Diana had not been able to laugh about thus far was her pregnancy.
“I guess it does,“ Diana said softly. Her eyes danced with wicked amusement. She reached down to unzip his jeans.
Colby was enchanted. The humor in her was real. He felt an exhilarating sense of relief, as if some major hurdle had been crossed. He grinned and slid his hand up under the hem of her blouse.
“Wouldn’t it be easier to unbutton it?“
“Too obvious. You have to sneak up on a girl’s, uh, frontal area. If you just start unbuttoning her blouse, she’ll feel obligated to protest.“
“I get it. This way she can pretend not to know what’s happening until it’s too late to slap his hand away, right?“
“Right.“ He groaned with pleasure as he found the snap of her bra and freed it. “Oh, baby,“ he muttered as he cupped her breast. “This is good. Very, very, good.“
“Should I tell you to stop now?“ Diana asked innocently.
“If you do, I’ll go crazy.“ He shifted his right leg to get better leverage and sucked in his breath as the gearshift caught him again. “Damn.“
“Colby, are you all right?“
“Fine,“ he gasped, unwilling to call a halt when he was this aroused. “Could you, uh, lift up a little?“
“Like this?“
“Yeah. Easy, honey. Take it easy. My zipper…“
“Oh, sorry. Here, let me finish getting it down.“
“No. Wait a second. Not like that. Things are kind of jammed up inside. Let me do it.“ Colby found the zipper tag and started to ease it down cautiously.
“The windows are getting steamed up.“
“They’re supposed to get steamed up,“ Colby informed her as he tried to find a more comfortable position on the seat. “Steamed up windows are crucial to the essential ambience of the situation.“
“But it’s such a beautiful night.“ Diana reached over the front seat to wipe her hand across the slanting rear windshield.
“Diana. You’re going to ruin me for life.“
“Oops. Oh, now I see why you keep the windshields fogged up.“
“Yeah? Why?“ he grumbled as she settled back down into his lap.
“So the other make-out artists can’t see you.“
“What the hell? What other make-out artists? Don’t tell me someone else is parked here? I didn’t hear another car.“
Colby snapped his head around to stare out the rear window. “I don’t see another car.“
“Over there. He’s just pulling into the parking area now, see? You can’t hear the engine yet. The noise of the falls is too loud.“
“He’s got his lights off,“ Colby said slowly as he studied the faint gleam of moonlight on a sleek fender. The shape of that fender brought back old memories.
“Probably doesn’t want to disturb us.“
“Let’s get out of here,“ Colby said abruptly. He lifted Diana off his lap. “Come on, honey. Slide on over.“
“Ouch. My head.“ Diana rubbed the top of her head where she had struck it on the roof. “Don’t tell me you’re embarrassed that someone might recognize us. It’s probably just a couple of teenagers who are here for the same reason we are.“
“Everyone in town knows this car. They saw it a lot when Brandon was visiting a while back.“ He twisted the key in the ignition.
“Then they’ll think it’s Brandon sitting here.“
“Tomorrow when they realize I’m driving his car, they’ll know it was you and me sitting here tonight. Forget it. This town has enough to talk about as it is. I’m not going to have everyone saying Savagar hasn’t changed one bit in twenty years. They’ll laugh themselves to death down at the post office.“