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Flat-Out Sexy(7)

By:Erin McCarthy


"Do you want to leave?" she asked him, wiping her damp bottom lip.

He couldn't help it. He stared at that lip, thinking just how badly he  wanted to suck that plumpness into his mouth, while his erection  throbbed painfully in his stupid dress pants.

"Hell, no, I don't want to leave."





MOMMA had always warned her to watch out for the quiet ones, and have  mercy, had she been right. Tamara stared at Elec staring at her, and she  forgot how to think. Did he have any idea what he did to her when he  looked at her like that? The way his deep, sensual eyes just bore into  her, making her feel like he could strip away all her reservations right  along with her clothes and take whatever he wanted from her.

Pete had been a lot of fun, and an enthusiastic lover, but ultimately at  the end of the day, she'd often felt like the moon sucked into his  gravitational pull. It was always a good time, but it was always about  him.

When this man in front of her looked at her, she felt like she had his  full and total attention, that right at this very moment, his focus was  one hundred percent on her. And that was the hottest thing she'd ever  experienced in her life.

Which was why she heard herself saying, "So don't leave."

Her heart was pounding, but it was from excitement, not nerves, as he  stepped up into the coach and shut the door behind him. Tamara had moved  back only far enough to let him in, and he erased that space in half a  step. There was a lot of man in front of her, and she was aware of just  how long it had been since she'd touched one.

A real man, that is. Geoffrey pretty much didn't count, and frankly, she  hadn't done that much touching. Not that she wanted to think about  Geoffrey. Because she really, really didn't. She just wanted to think  about, to appreciate, that it was Elec standing in front of her and what  a truly lovely twist of fate spilling her wine on him had been.

She had expected that he would start kissing her again, but he surprised  her by gliding his thumb down her cheek, across her lips, over her  neck. "You are very beautiful," he said in a husky whisper.

It had been such a very long time since she'd heard anything like that.  She sighed out loud in pleasure, and she thought she could almost be  satisfied with just that. Almost.

Her cheeks started to burn under his scrutiny and from embarrassment  that she needed to hear that kind of compliment, but she managed to  murmur, "Thank you." She'd had no idea until that very moment how much  she had missed being just a woman. More than a mother.

More than a sociology professor. Being a woman, who could make a man look at her like he wanted to eat her all up with a spoon.

But she had that standing in front of her now, and she wanted Elec, wanted those words, his touch, and he gave it to her.



Elec bent his head to kiss her and she met him halfway, hungry for more,  desperate to run her hands across his chest, to feel his body hard  against hers. His tongue plunged inside her mouth and she closed her  eyes as desire tugged at her inner thighs, leaving her hot and wet and  ready faster than she could have ever imagined possible. There wasn't a  single rational thought left in her head as she dug her hands into his  hair and kissed him for all she was worth. He felt hot and hard and  good, his hands in her hair, on her back, squeezing her backside.                       
       
           



       

She hadn't realized how long two years could be until she was tasting  what she'd been missing, and now she knew it was damn near an eternity.  Way too long to go without feeling this freedom, this intensity, this  giving in to what her body ached for.

It wasn't pretty and it wasn't smooth and she didn't care. It was  frantic and fumbling as they both tried to touch everything they could  all at once.

They were grinding their hips together, stumbling around a few feet as  they tried to get closer still, Elec's tongue doing crazy sexy things to  her mouth, her jaw, her ear, her neck, trailing down to her breasts and  back up again when he found her nipples were inaccessible through her  dress. Tamara moaned, both in delight from all the fizzy feelings  stirring in her, and from the need for more. Now that she was getting  it, she wondered how she could have ever lived without it, and she  needed him to take her all the way to the finish line before she  literally lay down on the coach floor and died from want.

"Thank you for spilling wine on my shirt," Elec said, stepping back and  unbuttoning his shirt. He yanked it off with little care or concern for  the fabric and tossed it on the floor with hard movements. His T-shirt,  which also sported a smaller wine stain, was peeled off and sent after  the dress shirt.

Tamara almost choked on her drool. Oh. My. God. "My pleasure," she said  and gawked mercilessly at his ripped chest and abs. He clearly wasn't  scarfing potato chips and playing video games on his days off because  that was one fine-looking male form, and she reached out and did what  she'd been dying to do since she'd first set eyes on him. She squeezed a  bicep, just to feel how firm it was. It was as hard as rock. Hard as  steel. She glanced down at his pants. Hard as his erection.

"Impressive," she said, not sure if she was really talking about his arm  muscles or another equally promising muscle. Not that it mattered. It  was all impressive, and it was all hers for the taking.

He pulled her into his arms and Tamara ran her hands all over his chest  and back, surprised at how bold and greedy she was being, but unable to  work up any shame or regret. He was just altogether too much temptation,  and after the disaster with Geoffrey, she was in need of some serious  comfort. She needed to know she could have good sex again at some point  in her life. Starting now. Elec had her more aroused than she could have  ever actually thought possible, and while part of her brain was hinting  that just maybe she should think about slowing down, most of her brain  and all of her body were screaming for her to take it. To enjoy it.

His hand snaked around her back as he kissed her, and he found her dress zipper. Elec paused. "Is this okay?"

For a woman who had never had a one-night stand in her life, she was  amazed at how easily she announced, with zero hesitation, "Yes."

She should probably think about the fact that she didn't know squat  about Elec, including his last name, but Ryder knew Elec and so did  Jeff, the coach driver. Ryder had vouched for him, and had mentioned  that Elec worked on his pit crew, and under the circumstances that was  good enough for her. Drivers didn't let just anyone onto their crew.  They had to trust them implicitly because they could make or break a  race for a car. So while Elec was a new acquaintance, he wasn't a  complete stranger, and given the heady combination of wine and rampant  sexual longing, she was inclined to talk herself into believing just  about anything.

He wasn't leaving the damn coach without giving her an orgasm. Plain and simple.

Fortunately, he seemed to have the same goal in mind. Elec undid her  dress slowly, teasing her, his fingers tickling down her spine, his  tongue sliding across her bottom lip.

"Let me know if I'm going too fast," he murmured into her ear, before his tongue dipped inside.

Tamara almost jumped out of her dress, which probably would have been a  good thing since then they could get straight to the good stuff. She was  dying from want, and she couldn't prevent a moan from leaving her mouth  as she gripped his arms for support.

"You're not going too fast . . . you're going too slow. I haven't had  sex in two years, three months, and three weeks." Not that she'd been  keeping track or anything.

Geoffrey didn't count. It had been two years, three months, and three weeks since she'd had satisfying sex. With a man.

Though maybe that was a mood kill to tell a guy something like that. She  stiffened a little in his arms. Maybe she'd just put pressure on him,  and had created performance anxiety.

Men could be so arrogant and yet so insecure and what the hell did she  really know about seduction? Diddly. A glance up at Elec to gauge his  reaction showed that his eyes had gotten even darker and he was  breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.                       
       
           



       

He didn't say a word. He just ripped the front of her dress off her  shoulders and down past her breasts. It caught for a second on her hips,  but he was having none of it. One more tug and it was at her ankles and  she was standing in her bra and panties and high heels. Thank God she'd  worn a black lace bra. A quick glance down reassured her she also had  on the flattering boy shorts that covered some of those unfortunate  stretch marks above the pelvis that her first pregnancy had left her as a  souvenir.