Part Six

Six Months Later

Winifred stumbled in her two inch heels as she walked into the old garage. She hated dressing up for work.

"I'll be with you in a minute," he called out from under the hood of a 1969 Z-28 Camaro.

She leaned against the side of the car and smiled. This was one thing they had in common, they both liked their perspective machines, and yes she considered her computer a machine.

"Is this all you did the whole time I was in DC? Play with your cars?"

He peeked around the hood and smiled. "Well I'd rather play with my girlfriend, but she'd rather do the F.B.I's dirty work," he stated, ducking back under the hood.

Was he mad at her? She made her way toward him. "John, I told you that I couldn't help it. I missed you."

Winifred stared at him in fear. They were still getting used to one another and she wasn't sure when he was being serious or when he was joking.

Johnny stood up straight, whipping his hands on the towel he had lying on the finder. He smiled. "I was joking. Now come over here and show me how much you missed me," he demanded in a husky voice.

She walked past him and sat down a small work bench in the corner. "Zacchara, what have I told you about ordering me around?"

He covered the distance between them in seconds. "And what did I tell you about walking away from me?" He placed his large hands on either side of her dress shirt and tugged.

Winifred gasped. "Johnny!" She frantically tried to cover herself with her hands, but he secured them behind her back with one of his hands. Fear and lust raced through her veins as he pressed his hard body against hers. He had never been this passionate before.

Johnny's lips took hers in a sensual kiss.

She relaxed against him, surrendering her own desire. Lips and tongues battled for dominance.

Her lovers' hand moved from her neck to her red lace demi bra, tweaking her already sensitive nipples through the rough lace. Her moan turned into a sigh when he released her hands, pushing her flat against the hard surface.

He sucked hard on her bottom lip before releasing her mouth to attack her neck. "I can't begin to tell you how much I missed my little sex kitten."

Winifred shivered against him. "I've missed you too," she whispered, pulling him against her. She gasped when his scorching lips covered her nipple. The sensation of his wet tongue against her lace cover nipple was too much. "John," she groaned, pressing her core against his hardness.

He smiled against her breast, before he pulled both cups down, exposing her to his dark eyes. She was embarrassed and excited at the same time. He wasn't looking at her with disgust; he was looking at her with desire. She threw her head back when his mouth returned to her heavy breast. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair.

This was the furthest they had gone. Over the past six months they had shared many passionate kisses and heavy petting, but this was new territory. She was uncertain of what to do next. Johnny was much more experienced. Did he expect her to return the favor? Did he want to consummate their relationship right there on an old, dirty work bench? God, she hoped he didn't. But she wasn't sure she had the strength or the desire stop him.

His hands pushed her pencil skirt up around her waist. She stiffened when she felt one long finger slide against the scrap of lace covering her heated core. Johnny's lips paused on her stomach. "Winnie?"

Winifred gathered her courage as she pulled herself up into a sitting position, cover her exposed breast with her shirt. As a Federal agent, she had been in some pretty dangerous situations and yet she had never been as scared as she was at this very moment.

"Kitten, what's wrong?" he asked with concern, tucking her wild hair behind her ears.

She took a deep breath. "I'm not ready for this," she mumbled.

"Did you think I wanted our first time to be in my garage?"

Winifred shrugged.

"Winnie, I would never take your virginity here," he assured her.

"John, it's not that." He gave her a doubtful look. She smiled at well he knew her. "Maybe it's part of it. But I'm more worried that I won't please you. You are experienced whereas I am not. I only have book knowledge on the subject," she explained with embarrassment.

"You know what? I like that fact that I am the only man to touch you like this." Johnny's hands pushed hers aside, cupping her lace covered breasts. "I love that fact that I am going to be your first. And I'll tell you a secret, you'll be my first too."

"Huh?"

His mouth moved over hers. "I've never had a virgin before, and I've never had a Fed in my bed, so I find that very sexy."

Winifred laughed as she pulled his lips against hers. She lightly bit his bottom lip before pulling back.

He groaned. "How long am I going to have to wait?" he asked, laying his head on her heaving chest.

She ran her hand over his stubble chin. "This is all knew to me, but I can promise you that it won't be long. I don't think I can control myself after this."

Their eyes met. "I'm no going anywhere Winnie, so I'll wait as long as I have to."

It was in that moment that Winifred Leeds fell in love with Johnny Zacchara.

The End?

This may be the last part, but I'll let y'all decide. If you want one more part, let me know