Revving Her Up(31)

The shirt could be replaced.

He peeled the fabric away from her gorgeous breasts. Her rosy nipples were puckered and taut atop full mounds that shimmied with each rapid breath. Both looked so delicious he almost couldn’t decide between them. But need outweighed indecision—he lowered his mouth to the right one. With his gaze locked on hers, he took the erect nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

Sarah arched into him with a cry, fisting her hands in his hair. Her grip was so tight it hurt but Cole welcomed the pain, the fierceness of her desire. He smiled against her skin. Bring it on.



Sarah knew she was pulling Cole’s hair too hard, but she needed something to hold on to. The pleasure radiating through her body was making her light-headed and without something to ground her she was afraid she’d float away. Or explode. Hence the death-grip on his scalp.

On the other hand, she desperately wanted to touch him. To explore any and every bit of Cole she could reach. Her fingers wandered over the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders, the lightly furred planes of his chest. When she found his small, taut nipples she couldn’t resist a pinch. He rewarded her with a shudder and groan. Before she could do anything else Cole reached for her hands. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt. Realizing what he was trying to do, she raised her arms over her head so he could take the shirt off. It was time to get down to the serious business of being naked.

He pulled the soft material over her arms and hands. But before she could resume her exploration of his body, he caught her wrists in one large hand. He pinned them to the mattress. The tips of her fingers touched the cool wrought-iron bars. His other hand stroked down her body, over her neck and shoulders. His mouth followed, kissing where his fingers touched.

He’d spoken of holding her captive and tying her up. Was he serious?

The thought made her nervous—and damned hot at the same time. She had never ever wanted to submit to a man like this, although more than a few had asked. So why was this man making her reconsider?

All questions flew from her head as Cole captured her breast with his mouth. He rolled one nipple, then the other with his tongue, lightly scoring the skin with his teeth. At the same time his free hand traveled down her belly and slipped between her thighs. Without a pause he parted her lower lips and brushed her clit.

She was still reacting to the jolt that touch had sent through her when his fingers dove for her wet channel. One finger slipped in, then two. Sarah pressed up, pushing herself against his hand. His fingers thrust into her as his mouth came up to claim hers. “I need to feel you here, darlin’,” he said against her lips and Sarah nodded. She needed that too—badly.

Cole rolled onto her and she spread her thighs to accommodate him, eager to feel his hardness against her aching clit. She closed her eyes and arched into him. He still held her wrists—the bondage added to her excitement.

He leaned over to get something from the side of the bed and she sighed with relief. She wanted him now. But instead of the expected crinkle of a condom wrapper she heard a soft swish followed by the slide of silky fabric across the underside of her arms. Her eyes flew open and she looked up. The blue silk tie was wrapped loosely around her wrists.

“Cole?” Her body trembled with a combination of excitement and fear—the same feelings she’d experienced before their ride on the track.

His mouth was a breath away from her ear. Her wrists were still bound. “Let go of the wheel, Sarah. Let me pleasure you.” His tongue traced the outer edge of her lobe before diving into the soft middle. She was so sensitive there, so excited she could practically come from that alone.

“All you have to do is relax and enjoy.” His words were such an incredible turn-on. She could feel moisture seeping from her slit to the mattress.

What was it about this guy that made her so desperate to give in? To give over and let him be in charge? It was so unlike her and yet it made her so hot she was ready to combust. From wrist to ankle, Cole’s body was pressed against hers. Every inch of her skin that came in contact with his was transformed into an erogenous zone as her body absorbed the pleasure of his touch. His eyes and words promised more of the same if only she would let him take over.

Could she?





Chapter Eleven

Her body screamed yes. Still she hesitated. The fact that she’d only met Cole the day before wasn’t the issue. She didn’t get to be a top lawyer without a good gut instinct, and every fiber of her body told her that this man could be trusted. It was the idea of giving power and responsibility over to someone else that was totally out of her realm of experience.

Cole’s breath tickled her ear. “You enjoyed our drive last night, didn’t you?”