Revving Her Up(24)

Like an out-of-body experience, Sarah watched in the mirror as Cole led her to the vanity and leaned her against it. He tugged the hem of her sweater. “Time for a shower.” Raising her arms, she allowed him to pull it over her head. He was undressing her like a child, but there was nothing paternal about the look in his eyes. His gaze devoured her. A slow burn ignited in her belly and she licked her lips.

Cole trailed two fingers down the side of her neck and into the valley of her breasts. With an expert flick of the front clasp, her bra joined the sweater on the bathmat. Her nipples beaded as Cole stared and a drop of moisture slid from Sarah’s pussy onto her inner thigh. He unzipped her skirt and let it sink to the floor. He was still dressed while Sarah stood before him wearing nothing but thigh-highs. His gaze, hungry and possessive, roamed over her skin, leaving pricks of desire in its wake.

“Darlin’, you are beautiful.” He stepped back, crouched down a bit and leaned against the shower, gesturing for her to raise her foot. With a smile she did so, placing her instep against the bulge in his jeans. She wriggled her toes against his erection and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Keep doing that and we’ll never get wet.” His voice was rough.

“Speak for yourself.”

Laughing, he grasped her ankle and moved her foot to the top of his thigh, then started inching his hands up her leg. His touch was light, this side of a tickle. She bit her lip against the shivery sensations that raced beneath her skin.

There was a reason she was obsessed with the man’s hands. They could work magic.

Lost in the spell he wove, Sarah leaned back against the counter. The position exposed her damp pussy to the air. As Cole’s gaze zeroed in on the wet pink folds between her thighs, she angled her leg out to give him a better view. His nostrils flared and her inner muscle clenched in response. Her lower lips throbbed. Her clit ached for his touch. The shower could wait.

Cole took a deep shuddering breath. He took one more glance at her parted thighs, then pointedly looked away, rolling her stocking down her leg. He gestured for her to raise the other leg but dodged her foot this time when she went to repeat her earlier move.

His eyes looked into hers, hot with desire. “You are a vixen. A golden-haired temptress.”

A vixen? Temptress? She smiled. No man had made her want to be those things more than Cole Cassidy.

But could she? A flicker of doubt came out of nowhere, but she pushed it firmly away. She would not ruin this moment with fear and what ifs. What had Cole said earlier—no expectations? That was the key. She would be here now and not worry about where it was going to lead.

Just two people enjoying each other’s company. Relaxing. She could do that.

Cole pulled the shower door open. Cream tiles covered the walls to the ceiling. Twin showerheads protruded from opposite ends. A hand-held shower massager with a long hose was clipped to the wall.

Cole fiddled with the faucets and showerheads until steam billowed from the stall and the twin streams converged into a dense cascade in the middle. The shower spray hit his shoulder, plastering one side of his shirt to his body. The wet fabric clung to his chest, outlining his biceps and pecs. The slightly puckered tip of a nipple was visible through the transparent cloth. She wanted to peel away the thin barrier, to lick the small male peak to see if it would bring him the pleasure that his tongue could give her. Her nipples tingled at the thought.

Cole pulled the wet T-shirt over his head. Small dark curls dusted his chest, joining the hairs on his belly and continuing southward. Her gaze followed that dark arrow, skipping over his belt buckle to the bulge in the front of his jeans.

The buckle made a soft ping as he opened it. Next came the button and zipper of his fly. Sarah’s mouth went dry with anticipation. This part of him she’d caught a glimpse of at the track, but everything had happened so quickly and they’d been too close for her to get a good look. Under the bright bathroom lights she wouldn’t miss a thing.

Cole hooked his thumbs into his boxers and jeans and pulled both down over his hips, revealing the most beautiful erection she’d ever seen. It was straight as an arrow with a thick, round head and pale blue veins that crisscrossed beneath his silky-smooth skin. Her eyes widened at its impressive girth, surprised even though she’d felt it inside her at the track. Without thinking, she reached for him, wanting to feel that warm, hard length in her palm. He laughed and stepped aside.

“Patience, darlin’.”

She dropped her arm with a growl of frustration.

With a hand at the small of her back, Cole urged her under the spray, then followed, closing the door behind him. The water sluiced over his shoulders and down his chest, dripping into the nest of dark curls that surrounded his cock. Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off it. Again she reached for him. Again he stepped out of range. “Patience.”