“How much farther are you willing to go?” His voice was a harsh whisper against her ear. “We’re so close to the edge, darlin’. So close. Wanna take it all the way?”
His words were fuel to the flames of lust that threatened to devour her from within. “Yes. Please.” She was begging but couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop until he gave her what she wanted. What she needed. More. More of his hands, his mouth, his cock. More speed, more pressure, more of the thrills he had shown her on the track.
He pulled back and she cried out, bereft. His answering chuckle resonated deep in her belly. Walking backward, he tugged her toward the front of the car. On wobbly knees she followed, willing to go anywhere to feel his body against hers.
They were out in the open. The floodlights blazed down, illuminating their every move. There was nowhere to hide. Heat rose off the hood of the car, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was the man before her. Getting closer to him was her deepest concern. Feeling him within, her only priority.
He stopped in front of the hood, touching it with one finger, then laying his whole hand on it. Nodding, he turned her so she was facing the car.
“Put your hands on the hood, Sarah.” His words were both a command and a caress. He wanted to take her from behind.
She’d never done it that way, never understood how such a passive position could appeal to a woman. Yet the thought of doing it with Cole made her feel weak with need.
Cole behind her, over her. Holding her hips firmly while he thrust deep inside. Heat flared in her core. Her body was willing, even desperate. Could her mind embrace it as well?
She hesitated, body aching but frozen with uncertainty. Cole decided for both of them. His hand closed softly around her wrist and guided her fingers down to the warm metal of the hood. His body leaned into hers, bending her forward. His hard cock pressed into the cleft of her ass.
“Put the other hand down too, Sarah,” he said in her ear.
Without allowing herself to think, she did as instructed.
“Brace yourself, darlin’. It’s going to be a rough ride.”
Chapter Seven
Sarah’s skirt went up around her waist. Her thong slid down and Cole stepped back to pull it off. She could feel his gaze on her, his hands stroking her buttocks with an appreciative murmur. She canted her hips back to give him a better view and was rewarded with a throaty moan. The clink of his belt buckle was followed by the soft whir of a zipper and the crinkle of foil. She recalled the crossed flags she’d seen earlier—had it only been a few hours ago?—and her eyes sought out the flagman’s stand. She was ready to race for that finish line now. To be put out of this sweet, sweet misery after waiting and wanting for so long.
With a knee Cole urged her legs wider. He gripped her hips. The hot tip of his cock pressed against her opening. She wriggled, pushing back with a desperate sound, but the hands on her hips tightened.
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.