Revving Her Up (7 page)

He tsked against her ear. “Who’s in the driver’s seat now, Sarah?”

She froze as an unexpected thrill ran through her. He was asserting his control and he wanted her to acknowledge it. She took a breath. “You. You’re driving.” Her voice hitched on the last word and she felt his cock jerk.

“That’s right, darlin’. I’m behind the wheel.”

He started to press forward, entering her a millimeter at a time. Her channel stretched to welcome him. Everything felt different from this angle. Exciting and new. Never before had she wanted to be in this position, yet it felt so good. So right. Something about this man made her want to relinquish control. It turned her on more than she thought possible.

And scared the hell out of her.

Sarah’s courage began to waver. What was she doing? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Sarah Lange never let anyone tell her what to do. She was the one in charge, the person who had everything under control. Yet from the moment her car hit that pothole, her whole universe had been knocked off-balance. It needed to be righted. Pulled back together. Returned to some semblance of the way things were supposed to be.

Her back went rigid, her legs stiff. Cole stopped moving. “Sarah?”

She leaned forward, ignoring the sharp pang of loss as his hardness slipped out of her body. She turned and braced a foot against the front grill. They were face-to-face. This she could handle.

Cole’s cock stood proudly between them, stiff and ready. She pulled at his hips and spread her legs wider to accommodate him. But he resisted, his body holding firm against her attempts to draw them back together.

“Come on, Cole. What are you waiting for?” She wanted him as much as before—just face-to-face. Surely he wouldn’t object to that.

He gave her a searching look. Whatever he saw must have satisfied him because he relaxed his stance and allowed her to pull him closer. The tip of his cock brushed over her lower lips. His head slipped over her swollen clit. Desire flared again and she moaned.

Her whole existence narrowed to this moment. Cole’s hands on her hips. The smell of male sweat and burnt rubber. Smooth metal under her hands. The clicks and pings of the cooling engine. All blended into an erotic drug that swirled through her veins. And Cole was the only one who could give her the fix she needed.

But he still held back. From the mischief in his eyes she knew he was doing it to tease her. Part of her enjoyed it, wanting this to last as long as possible. But the parts he was touching wanted him to drive into her as hard and fast as he’d driven the car around the track.

The latter parts won. She tried to arch her hips to take him inside, but his grip was firm. Bracing his hands against the car, Cole leaned forward. He pressed her back with his body until she was sandwiched between him and the smooth metal of the hood.

“What’s wrong, Sarah?” he asked against her ear. “Am I going too slow?” He flexed his hips and the head of his cock slid a few millimeters into her body.

A jolt of pleasure made her squirm. “Yes. Please. I need more.”

She was begging again but beyond caring. She’d never wanted anyone, never needed anything as much as she needed this man inside her now. Front, back, any way he wanted. “Please.”

“I forgot—you’re a woman who loves power and speed.”

With that he thrust forward, filling her completely in one move.

A feeling of bliss flowed through her veins, pleasure so acute it bordered on pain. Cole held her steady against the hood as he pistoned in and out of her channel, the liquid sound of it driving her higher. The slide of his slick cock within aroused sensations Sarah thought she’d forgotten. Ones she feared she’d never experience again. Some that she’d never felt before. This was what she needed, what she’d been missing. Sarah felt her whole body racing toward that precipice. A point higher than any she’d ever known. Cole’s pace quickened, his breathing hard as they headed toward that peak together. She planted both heels on the front grill, pushing up to meet his thrusts. She was so close to coming, closer than she’d been in months. This time she would do it. This time she’d make it over the edge and feel the rapture that had eluded her for too long.

Or would she fail? She shivered at the thought. Tried to will it away. But the doubt was there. Could she do it, was she even capable? Or would her body disappoint her as it had so many times before, leaving her pained and humiliated before this gorgeous stranger?

Sarah’s climax screeched to a halt. Cole’s motions still felt good, wonderful in fact, but the pressure that had been building deep within drained from her body.

Damn it! She’d gotten further this time and felt more than she had in a long, long while. But it still hadn’t been enough. Her hands balled into fists against the hood as she lay back on the car.

Cole’s movement slowed, then stopped. “Sarah?”

Shame gripped her. He was beautiful, talented, smart and she was a failure. She closed her eyes. The thought that he might discover her inadequacy… She couldn’t let him know. In a sad parody of her earlier excitement, she raised herself off the hood and wriggled against him. “Why are you stopping, Cole? That feels sooooo good.” That much was true. Even without the longed-for finale, his body felt glorious against hers, his cock hard and delicious inside her cunt.

“Sarah,” he said softly. This time it was not a question.

Tears welled up in her eyes at the sound of her name on his lips. The tenderness in his voice touched something deep inside. Something she was not ready to face. She shook her head, mortified by what he might think.

Cole stepped back, his cock sliding from her body. She jerked with surprise. Why had he stopped? Even if he realized that she wouldn’t come, why hadn’t he taken his pleasure? She was still willing even if she hadn’t been able.

Gently he gathered her against his chest. His body was strong and solid, his long, hard length trapped between them.

“Why did you stop?” Like with a toothache, she couldn’t stop poking at it no matter how painful.

“Shhh…” He kissed her hair. She tried to swallow but couldn’t get past the lump in her throat.

Cole stepped back and smoothed down her skirt. He removed and discarded the condom he’d worn. She looked down, unable to meet his eyes. Her gaze found the brass buckle with its crossed flags. A bitter laugh slipped past her lips. Some race. She’d stalled in sight of the finish line.

Rough knuckles grazed her hot cheek and a strong hand cupped her jaw. Cole tilted her chin up and brushed his lips over hers. His touch was whisper-soft and again Sarah felt the urge to cry.

His gaze roamed over her face. “Beautiful. Passionate, powerful. Amazing.”

Like a racecar. The comparison felt like mockery given her poor performance on the track. She shook her head. Her mind was a muddle of racing terms, every single one of them making her feel as broken down as her poor car.

She let Cole guide her back into the car, too miserable to protest. She sank into the seat and let her head loll back. Even without a climax her body felt heavy, her thoughts muddled. She managed a small smile of thanks when Cole refastened her seatbelt. In her current state there was no way she could manage the straps.

Cole slipped into the driver’s seat, revved the engine and headed around the track. His speed was a fraction of what it had been before, but still impressive. Hell, this car would feel sexy at a crawl. She shifted in the seat and felt the warm slide of her juices between her thighs. She’d been so turned on when Cole had peeled the thong down her legs. What had he done with it? Had he left it there on the ground, a sign of his latest conquest however unsatisfying? He could amass quite the collection of women’s panties at that track. Who could resist? She felt an uncomfortable pang at the thought of Cole taking other women to the track. At the track. Women who’d gone the distance, not broken down before they reached their goal.

They reached the gate and Cole hopped out of the car. With a self-pitying sigh Sarah admired his tight ass for a moment before the clearing was plunged into darkness. Moonlight shone through a gap in the trees and reflected off the car’s silver hood as Cole pulled out onto the road. Sarah stared out the passenger side window. Her teeth clenched to ward off the tears that threatened. What the hell was wrong with her? Even in the worst circumstances she was usually more stoic than this. “Stoneface” was what they called her in the office. Yet she’d done little but blush and cry all day. Maybe it was PMS.

The drive back was as smooth and swift as it had been on the way to the track, but Sarah was in no mood to enjoy it. They soon rounded the last curve and Cole’s house came into view. Earlier in the evening she’d been disappointed that he hadn’t invited her to spend the night in his bed. Now she was grateful to have a place to stay at all.

It was better that she’d be sleeping alone. She could lick her wounds in private.

Chapter Eight

Sarah was fiddling with her seatbelt before they even came to a stop. She seemed as eager to escape the car as a racer fleeing a burning wreck. Cole was curious about what was going through her head, but knew now wasn’t the time to ask. She looked shaken up as it was.

One minute she’d been with him and seemed to be enjoying herself. The next, she had stiffened up and was…gone. No longer with him in the moment. She’d tried to fake it, but it had been obvious that she wasn’t into it and that took the pleasure out of it for him. Sure, he still could have gotten off, but the thought of doing it like that left him cold.

He unbuckled his own belt slowly, giving her time to scramble out of the low car seat. As deeply ingrained as his Southern upbringing was, he resisted the urge to go open her door. She wouldn’t appreciate a helping hand right now.

Had it been a mistake to tell her to put her hands on the car? He thought she’d like having someone else in charge and she’d seemed to be into it at first. But when she wanted to turn around, he’d been cool with that. This woman made him so hot he’d take her any way he could.

If only she could relax. She’d been strung out since she’d received that phone call earlier today. No, truth be told, she’d seemed pretty wound up when they’d met by the side of the road. Heck, the only time she’d seemed to loosen up at all was when he was driving. He held back a sympathetic sigh. She’d said that her spa trip was for a medical reason. It wasn’t hard to imagine that bottled-up stress was the cause, and the scene back at the track was one of the symptoms.
 

That bothered him and not only in the altruistic sense. Something about this woman had gotten under his skin. She had the intelligence and sophistication that had attracted him to Natalie with a gentler side his ex had lacked.

He waited until she was halfway up the path before he got out. The door was unlocked of course, and she disappeared through it. He found her in the middle of the living room, looking around as if she couldn’t figure out what she was doing there. He closed the door and she whirled to face him. Her shoulders straightened, a motion he’d seen her do before. It seemed to have the effect of putting on armor, shuttering the almost-fearful look he’d glimpsed on her face a moment ago.

What was she afraid of? Him?

She cleared her throat. “If you could point me toward the guest room…” She stopped, a look of realization coming over her face. “Damn it,” she said under her breath.

“What’s the matter, darlin’?”

She pointed over her shoulder toward the garage door. “My bags. They’re in the trunk of my car. Up on the lift.”

“Nah, they’re in the garage. I took them out before I put the car up.”

“Oh. Thanks.” She started to turn away, then looked back. “Then you knew the whole time that I wasn’t going to get out of here tonight.”

He felt a twinge of guilt. Yeah, he could have mentioned it sooner. But then she’d have hied off to some hotel hours ago instead of accompanying him to the track—or spending the night here.

“That was clear as soon as I saw your car.”

Her brow creased and she took a deep breath—to tell him off like he deserved?—but let it out again like a deflating balloon. Cole itched with the need to pull her against his chest, but knew he had to take it slow. Let her call the shots now.

“Well then, I’ll get my bags and be off to the guest room. I’m sure you have better things to do tonight than entertain me.” She blushed as she said this and Cole suppressed a grin. No, he certainly did not have better things to do.

“What’s the rush? Come.” He gestured at the sofa. “Have a seat. I don’t know about you but I’m starving. I can whip something up for us in a jiff.” He thought for a moment, then pointed a finger in the air. “I know just the thing—some of my sister’s fried chicken. I’ll bet you’ve never tasted better.” He headed for the kitchen before she could protest.

Sarah followed, shaking her head. “That’s really not necessary. I mean I’m not hungry.” Her stomach chimed in with a contradictory rumble and Cole gave her a pointed look.

“Okay, maybe I am a little bit hungry. But really, you don’t have to feed me.”

“Don’t have to?” Cole stepped toward her and gently clasped her upper arms. Her floral scent rose up to his nose, mixed with the familiar scents of the track. “Darlin’, I would feed any guest who stayed with me. That’s how I was raised. But you and me? We were as close as a man and woman could be without sharing the same skin and you didn’t even buy me dinner first.” He stepped back with a wink. “Surely it’s okay for us to have a bite to eat.”