Revving Her Up(32)

A soft gasp escaped her lips and her womb tightened as her body remembered the sensation of speed. The heat in the cockpit. The vibration of the engine. The passion that followed—Cole’s urgency as he pulled her from the car. The hot thrill that shook her when he told her to brace herself.

She hadn’t followed his lead then and look what it had cost her.

Cole rose above her, his eyes focused on her face. “Let me take you for another kind of ride, darlin’. All you gotta do is hold on and enjoy.”

She stared into the bottomless blue of his eyes and saw nothing there to give her pause, only the promise of pleasure and a tenderness that made her whole body sigh. She could do this. She would do this. She was woman enough to face her fear and let Cole—beautiful, generous, strong Cole—take care of her needs.

She nodded and willed herself to relax against the sheets.

Cole fumbled at her wrists. Looking up, she saw that the tie went from her wrists through the bars of the headboard. She tugged on the silk but the knots were secure. She trembled. She was tied to his bed, his captive in every way.

He got off the mattress and walked to the window. With a sharp yank the curtains opened. Sunlight streamed in, lighting her body from breasts to knees.

“You take my breath away.” His voice was rough as gravel, his gaze intense as he devoured her from head to toe. The tenting of his pants made no secret of his arousal. She smiled. She’d done that to him without even lifting a finger.

He answered with a mischievous smile of his own and approached the bed. “With such a feast spread before me, I don’t know where to start.”

“When I go to a buffet I usually pick an end and work my way through.” She wiggled her fingers and toes.

“What a good idea.” He went around to the end of the bed. “I think I’ll start here.”

Cole kneeled on the mattress and cradled her foot in his large hands. He started to work his massage magic on her instep and Sarah groaned. No reflexology charts she’d ever seen mentioned a direct link between her foot and her sex, yet when he dug his thumbs into her arch her clit sparked with pleasure. She imagined those thumbs digging deeply into her pussy and moaned.

He gave similar attention to her other foot, then started up her calves. His palms massaged the tightness from the muscles while his lips explored a new-to-her erogenous zone behind one knee. Motes of pleasure scattered over her skin. The man knew more about her body than she did.

Sarah’s eyes drifted shut as he repeated his ministrations behind the other knee. Without sight to rely on she was acutely aware of the soft suction of Cole’s lips on her skin. The whoosh of her shallow breaths. His scent mingling with her own musky arousal. The sharp pleasure of his teeth followed by soft kisses as he worked his way up her thighs. Part of her felt guilty about enjoying Cole’s touch without reciprocating. But what could she do? She tugged against her restraint, reminding herself of her powerlessness. Her hands were tied.

She would never be able to hear that expression again without thinking of this moment.

Cole’s lips stopped on her inner thigh, dwelling on a point just shy of her center. Sarah arched up, dying for the touch of his lips on her throbbing pussy but he pulled back. A helpless whimper slipped from her throat.

The bed shifted. When Sarah opened her eyes Cole was kneeling between her legs, looking at her face. Her body was as malleable as putty as he lifted one leg and placed her foot on the bed. He repeated the motion with the other leg. A tap on her knees urged her to open even farther. His gaze never left her face. With her hands over her head and her knees bent like this, Sarah was more exposed than she’d ever been to anyone. Incredibly vulnerable and not just physically.

Then why did she feel stronger than ever?

She was responsible for the wild desire shining in Cole’s eyes, the racing heartbeat that pulsed at his throat, the hardness pressing insistently against his pants. She let her knees fall open, tilting her hips to encourage him.

With a smile hot enough to melt metal, Cole settled between her thighs. He took a long, slow look at her sex, leaning in close enough for her to feel his breath on her damp curls. “Mmmm. You smell so good, Sarah. So hot. I bet you’ll taste even better.”

When she thought she was as aroused as she could possibly be, that soft, sexy drawl made her ache for him even more. Pressing her heels into the mattress, she lifted her hips, desperate to feel his lips against her. Needing his clever tongue to tease her pussy and make her feel the ecstasy she knew only he could bring.

With a chuckle Cole complied with her silent pleas. His tongue touched the bottom edge of her channel, then licked upward in one long, firm stroke. She nearly came apart right then.