Revving Her Up(16)

The smell of gasoline and burnt rubber filled the cockpit. The mechanical purr of the engine sent chills down her spine in spite of the rising temperature in the car. Heat radiated through the soles of Sarah’s boots. Sweat beaded her forehead and her pulse soared.

They flew down the long side of the track, the engine revving and seat vibrating. The sensation moved up her thighs and settled in her pussy, making her clit hum with pleasure. It was almost too much given her current state of arousal. Another lap and she might come right there in his car.

They rounded the last turn, the finish line in sight. She’d never done anything this crazy, this reckless and exciting in her entire life—and she wasn’t ready for it to end. To her delight, Cole showed no sign of stopping. The grandstand was a blur as they zoomed by. Cole let out a loud “yee-haw!” and laughter bubbled in Sarah’s chest, the kind she hadn’t felt in ages.

The trees blended into a beautiful smudge of green and brown as they soared down the far side of the track. The car slid into the final turn again—if Sarah hadn’t been pinned down by the G-forces she would have thrown her hands into the air as if she were on a roller coaster. With a burst of renewed speed, Cole headed for the finish line a second time. Sarah’s pulse picked up too. Her competitive nature kicked in and she leaned into the seatbelt as if she could will the car to go even faster. She could almost hear the crowd scream as the white line passed beneath them. Her breath released in a satisfied whoosh.

Cole slowed the car and brought them to a stop at the top of the curve. Sarah sagged against the safety belt, fighting to slow her racing heartbeat. Had she ever experienced anything so intense and exhilarating? The power, the speed, the excitement. Blood pounded through her veins and throbbed between her thighs. She recalled what Cole had said about a rush “like no other” and shivered, grateful that the roar of the crowd had only been in her mind. They were alone. She was wet and needy, aching with desire, her body more revved up than it had been in…forever. Any last reservations flew out the window along with her fear. Months of frustration melted into hot need. She wanted this man. She flipped up her visor and turned to him, not caring if naked desire showed in her face. The time for coyness and games was over.

Before she could speak Cole unbuckled his harness and jumped out of the car. Disappointment stabbed her. Did he not feel the same passion, the excitement? But no sooner had she completed the thought than he appeared at her side, flinging the door wide.

His helmet was gone. The predatory gleam in his eyes made his intentions clear.

He made short work of the restraining harness and got rid of her helmet, tossing it behind the seats. He reached down and drew her from the car, his motions gentle in spite of the urgency in his face. Pulling her clear, he slammed the door with his hip.

A wicked smile crossed his lips. Whatever he was thinking, she wanted a piece of it.

The air was cool but she was still hot from the ride—and getting hotter. Hands seized her waist and she was pressed up against the car, his mouth coming down hard on hers. “Yes,” she moaned into his kisses. “Oh God, yes!” His tongue thrust between her open lips in what she prayed was a preview of what was up next. She tasted the heady aphrodisiac of cool mint and beer. She writhed against him, bucking her hips. She wanted to feel all of him against her, needed to feel his heat deep within.

“I want you.” His words echoed her thoughts as he trailed a hand down her thigh. The other gripped her hip and jolts of pleasure shot from each point of contact straight to her clit. When he reached the hem of her skirt he started back up, bringing the material with it. When his fingers reached the bare skin above her stockings, he ground his pelvis into hers with a groan. He slipped his leg between hers. The denim of his jeans was rough against the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

Oh, the things this man did to her. Her body felt like a wild thing, something out of her control, obeying only the desire in his eyes and the lust conjured by his hands. She straddled his muscular thigh, so wet her moisture must have been soaking into his jeans but she didn’t care. A moan escaped her lips. She was on fire for him, racing toward their inevitable conclusion faster than he’d raced them around the track.

Cole responded with a growl as his hand slid aside the thin material of her thong. A single finger brushed her damp curls. “You’re so wet, Sarah. So hot.” He kissed her neck. “It’s such a turn-on, isn’t it? Going fast? Driving hard?” The last two words were punctuated by thrusts of his hips that drew cries from deep in her throat.