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.