Revving Her Up (11 page)

But he couldn’t get the thought out of his head.

Cole nodded. He seemed to come to some sort of a conclusion. “You’re right. Maybe I can have both.”

She smiled and turned toward the bed. Cole’s hand landed on her arm. She looked up at his face.

“Can we start over?”

He looked sheepish and apologetic. Sarah couldn’t hold back a smile. “Yes. Let’s.”

Cole pulled her into his arms and brought her head to his chest. His lips kissed her hair. His actions were far more intimate than the passionate kiss she’d been expecting and tightness grew in her chest that had nothing to do with the strength of Cole’s arms around her. Unsettled, she pulled back.

She didn’t get far. Cole kept his arms around her and looked down.
 

“Sarah, I’m sorry—”

She held up a hand. “It’s over and forgotten. Now how about that coffee?” He let her go and she sat on the bed, pulling her legs up to make room for him.

He retrieved the tray from the dresser. Sarah felt as if an age had passed since he’d come through the door, but steam still rose from the mugs. He set the tray on the mattress and settled next to it. She took a deep breath and the rich, bitter aroma filled her nostrils.
Mmmm.

“Mmmm,” Cole echoed but when she looked up his gaze wasn’t on the coffee—it swept her from head to toe. “You look downright edible in my shirt.”

The heat in his eyes did funny things to her insides. Before she could pinpoint exactly what, he leaned across the tray. A brush of his coffee-flavored lips over hers sent a buzz along her nerves stronger than mere caffeine.

She nipped his lower lip. “Does that come with cream and sugar?”

Heat flared in his eyes. “Whipped cream, but only if you ask nicely.”

He brushed a curl of hair off her cheek, pausing to rub his thumb over her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth. His gaze locked on hers as he shifted on the bed—and the milk sloshed onto the tray.

“Whoa!” He sat back and steadied the glass. Picking up a mug, he raised a brow in question. “Coffee first? Or…after?”

Wait to have him? How could she when he looked so delicious? On the other hand, he’d brought coffee and she’d already waited longer than usual for her first cup. Even sex would be better after caffeine…

She hesitated too long. “Oh man, I’ve been thrown over for a cup of coffee!” he said in mock horror. “I might never recover.”

Sarah laughed with him, enjoying the ease with which he could make her smile. “Oh, I think I can make it up to you.” She reached for the cup.

“Promise?” He relinquished the coffee only after she nodded.

What might that promise entail? What would she want it to mean? She pondered the questions as she fixed her coffee. To her surprise the glass didn’t hold milk but real cream. It was a far cry from her usual two percent, but she wasn’t complaining—some occasions called for indulgence. Eyeing the six-foot-plus hunk of beautiful man before her, she knew that this was one of them.

Cole took the glass and stood up with the tray. Sarah watched him move across the room to place it on the dresser. He moved like a cat, all muscle and grace. She wanted to stroke him.

What would it take to make him purr? Her belly tightened at the thought.

Cole stepped into the bathroom, robbing Sarah of the beautiful view. With that stimulant gone, she turned her attention back to the one in her hand. She brought the cup to her nose and breathed in a curl of richly scented steam before taking that first sip.
Mmmm
. She closed her eyes to savor the taste. Warmth flowed into her stomach, bringing with it a feeling of contentment that she hadn’t experienced in a long time.

An amazing orgasm last night and coffee in bed the morning after. This was better than any spa she’d ever been to.

She opened her eyes. The spa. She was supposed to be heading there today. The thought of staying in Rapture a little longer entered her mind, but she dismissed it immediately. Although she felt closer to him now that they’d cleared the air about his past, a one-night stand was just that and they’d already had theirs. Besides, Cole had said “no expectations”, which meant that she should think about when she was going to leave and alert the spa to her arrival time.

Cole came back into the room. “You’re expecting the part today, right?” she asked. He nodded. “I’m just wondering so I can let the folks at the spa know when to expect me.”

“Leaving so soon?”

Sarah’s brow furrowed. His words sounded less like a question than a…challenge. As in
do you really think you’re leaving so soon?

Or was that wishful thinking on her part? She wanted to stay. But more than that, she wanted him to want her to stay. To insist on it. Demand it. To not allow her to leave his beloved hometown.

How pathetic was that?

Chapter Ten

Cole tried and failed to keep the edge out of his voice. He’d known that Sarah planned to leave today—she had a reservation at the spa. It was selfish for him to want her to stick around.

So why did her words make him want to tie her to the bed to keep her here? Maybe he should have lied about the car…

A touch of wariness entered her voice. “You said the part would be in sometime today…”

“It will, as promised.” He stepped closer to the bed. “But then I still have to fix your car. Without that you’re stuck here, aren’t you?”

She nodded, eyes widening. He heard her breath catch. The possessiveness she aroused was almost as surprising to him as it seemed to be to her. But seeing her tongue dart out to moisten her lips, he suspected that he wasn’t the only one who found it exciting.

His cock hardened as he took another step. His voice dropped to a rumble. “I could leave your little car up on the lift in my garage. Then where would you be?”

The cup in Sarah’s hand shook and she put it on the bedside table. “Right here.”

The huskiness in her voice made his balls tighten. Another step. She shifted back. “Where?”

“Here.” The word was barely a whisper. “In your bed.”

“That’s right. Until I fix your getaway vehicle, you’re my captive.” He added a smile at the end to let her know that he was joking.

Wasn’t he
?

“What are you going to do—tie me up?” Her voice was light but cracked on those last words, and a flush stained her chest and neck. Interesting.

Now that they’d really cleared the air he wanted to keep her in town for more than sex, but that wasn’t a bad place to start.

“Now there’s an idea.” He prowled closer. “Maybe I will.”

Her legs were bent, her body poised to flee. Her nostrils flared like prey scenting danger. Smart woman—he was feeling dangerous. The kind of dangerous that would lead to cries of pleasure and pleas for more. Lust spiked through his veins.

“Ever let a man do that to you, Sarah?” he asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer. “Tie you up? Your body at his mercy? Your pleasure his responsibility?” It was a burden he would willingly embrace.

Her pupils were so large that her brown eyes appeared black. Grasping her bottom lip between her teeth, she shook her head.

“Never? What a shame. I bet you’d love it.”

She started to shake her head, then stopped. Now they were getting somewhere. “I think you’d be surprised, darlin’. Quite surprised.”

She tried to retreat again but was hampered by the sheets, which tangled about her legs. Cole stalked after her, one knee on the mattress, then the other. His movements were slow and deliberate, giving her a chance to stop him; this game was fun only if two wanted to play.

She must have read the question in his eyes, for even as she scooted back, she nodded. Desire danced in her eyes, stoking the flames that threatened to consume him.

But it was the trust in her gaze that did him in.

Her strength appealed to him. Her vulnerability made him want to take care of her. It was more than good Southern manners—it was passion and lust and something else he couldn’t begin to name. Something that made him want to claim this woman in the most basic, primitive way possible—and they’d only met yesterday.

He needed her. Beneath him, her legs wide, her moans filling his ears as his cock filled her body. With a growl of pure masculine desire, he closed the distance between them. He leaned forward into her space, so close that she fell back onto the mattress. His arms bracketed her torso as he hovered over her.

“Sarah.” Her name was a benediction, a prayer to a smart, sexy city-girl goddess who had enslaved him in one night. “I want you.” His voice trembled when her hands came up to rest lightly on his arms. This woman did things to him.

Shifting onto one elbow, Cole slid a hand to the hem of the shirt Sarah wore. “You look mighty fine in my shirt, darlin’, but it’s got to come off.” Again no words but her eager nod made his fingers clumsy. After a moment of fumbling, he gave a sharp tug, sending buttons flying. She gasped.

The shirt could be replaced.

He peeled the fabric away from her gorgeous breasts. Her rosy nipples were puckered and taut atop full mounds that shimmied with each rapid breath. Both looked so delicious he almost couldn’t decide between them. But need outweighed indecision—he lowered his mouth to the right one. With his gaze locked on hers, he took the erect nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Sarah arched into him with a cry, fisting her hands in his hair. Her grip was so tight it hurt but Cole welcomed the pain, the fierceness of her desire. He smiled against her skin.
Bring it on.

Sarah knew she was pulling Cole’s hair too hard, but she needed something to hold on to. The pleasure radiating through her body was making her light-headed and without something to ground her she was afraid she’d float away. Or explode. Hence the death-grip on his scalp.

On the other hand, she desperately wanted to touch him. To explore any and every bit of Cole she could reach. Her fingers wandered over the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders, the lightly furred planes of his chest. When she found his small, taut nipples she couldn’t resist a pinch. He rewarded her with a shudder and groan. Before she could do anything else Cole reached for her hands. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt. Realizing what he was trying to do, she raised her arms over her head so he could take the shirt off. It was time to get down to the serious business of being naked.

He pulled the soft material over her arms and hands. But before she could resume her exploration of his body, he caught her wrists in one large hand. He pinned them to the mattress. The tips of her fingers touched the cool wrought-iron bars. His other hand stroked down her body, over her neck and shoulders. His mouth followed, kissing where his fingers touched.

He’d spoken of holding her captive and tying her up. Was he serious?

The thought made her nervous—and damned hot at the same time. She had never ever wanted to submit to a man like this, although more than a few had asked. So why was this man making her reconsider?

All questions flew from her head as Cole captured her breast with his mouth. He rolled one nipple, then the other with his tongue, lightly scoring the skin with his teeth. At the same time his free hand traveled down her belly and slipped between her thighs. Without a pause he parted her lower lips and brushed her clit.

She was still reacting to the jolt that touch had sent through her when his fingers dove for her wet channel. One finger slipped in, then two. Sarah pressed up, pushing herself against his hand. His fingers thrust into her as his mouth came up to claim hers. “I need to feel you here, darlin’,” he said against her lips and Sarah nodded. She needed that too—badly.

Cole rolled onto her and she spread her thighs to accommodate him, eager to feel his hardness against her aching clit. She closed her eyes and arched into him. He still held her wrists—the bondage added to her excitement.

He leaned over to get something from the side of the bed and she sighed with relief. She wanted him now. But instead of the expected crinkle of a condom wrapper she heard a soft swish followed by the slide of silky fabric across the underside of her arms. Her eyes flew open and she looked up. The blue silk tie was wrapped loosely around her wrists.

“Cole?” Her body trembled with a combination of excitement and fear—the same feelings she’d experienced before their ride on the track.

His mouth was a breath away from her ear. Her wrists were still bound. “Let go of the wheel, Sarah. Let me pleasure you.” His tongue traced the outer edge of her lobe before diving into the soft middle. She was so sensitive there, so excited she could practically come from that alone.

“All you have to do is relax and enjoy.” His words were such an incredible turn-on. She could feel moisture seeping from her slit to the mattress.

What was it about this guy that made her so desperate to give in? To give over and let him be in charge? It was so unlike her and yet it made her so hot she was ready to combust. From wrist to ankle, Cole’s body was pressed against hers. Every inch of her skin that came in contact with his was transformed into an erogenous zone as her body absorbed the pleasure of his touch. His eyes and words promised more of the same if only she would let him take over.