“Dell,” she breathed.
“Come for me, Caro.”
A few more strokes and her body tensed. She drew her head back, exposing her neck to him. He bent, took a gentle bite, palming one breast. He arched his back, took the perfect mound into his mouth and sucked the nipple hard.
She exploded beneath him. Dell released her breast, rose above her and throwing his head back, he rode her hard. Need drove him. Her body held him prisoner, claiming him as surely as he claimed her.
His balls clenched tight. Sparks erupted in the small of his back and shot like a flash-fire through his groin. He came in great, heaving spurts that seemed to drain the very life from him. The pain was so sharp, it almost took him under, and would have if the pleasure hadn't been equal to it.
“God almighty,” he swore as he collapsed on top of her. “Sweet, God almighty.”
Hell.
Chapter Eleven
What the hell had he done?
The muted sound of water sluicing down the drain did nothing to calm him. He envied every droplet now sliding down Caro's naked body and wished the tiny shower were big enough for two. The reality of Caro was more than he dreamed, and every bit a nightmare. Now that he'd had her, he couldn't give her up, but he couldn't keep her either. The world they lived in was too small to keep a relationship a secret, and if Caro were going to have any credibility as an owner, the rumors about them had to stay rumors.
The water cut off and Dell grabbed a pair of jeans from the built-in dresser and pulled them on commando-style. Another drawer yielded a faded T-shirt he hastily pulled on. He congratulated himself on his restraint as he passed the bathroom door without stopping on his way to the front of the coach. Mindless of the time of day, he pulled a beer from the refrigerator and downed half of it in one pull.
Focus. He needed to pull his head out of his ass and think. He had one goal – to win, and if he could take Warner out in the process, so much the better. Caro had nothing to do with anything. She was a means to a goal. A ride. He smiled at the pun. Yeah, she was quite the ride, everything a man needed, soft, warm, responsive. And for those glorious moments when he made love to her, he hadn't thought of anything but her and driving his cock into her mind-blowing heat.
But he'd do well to remember she was his ride – professionally. Without her, there was no racing, and the track was the only place he had any business looking for satisfaction. No more Caro.
The bathroom door opened and closed and Dell turned to see Caro striding up the narrow hallway toward him. She'd dressed in the clothes she came in, but now her hair was damp and the clothes a bit more wrinkled than normal wear could account for. Her cheeks glowed and her eyes sparkled. Her lips were swollen he noted, and she wore no makeup. She looked well fucked.
Fuck it. His resolve blew a gasket. Who was he kidding? He wasn't giving Caro up. They'd have to be discreet. He could do discreet. She could come to his place, or better yet, he'd go to hers. He'd buy a plain car – something that wouldn’t attract attention parked in her driveway – something he normally wouldn't be caught dead in.
She stopped just out of his reach. She'd finally come to her senses in the shower. As she stood there staring at Dell, knowing in intimate detail what was hidden beneath those sexy as hell tight jeans and T-shirt, she wondered why her good sense couldn’t have made an appearance when she really needed it – before she begged Dell Wayne to make love to her. And she had begged. That was something she wouldn't soon forget. Just like the feel of his hands, and his lips, and…well, she shouldn't go there again.
“This was a mistake,” she said.
Dell smiled and reached for her. She took a step back and held her hand up in a signal every idiot understood. Dell, thankfully, retreated. “Caro. Don't try to tell me it wasn't good.”
Oh lord! The smug son-of-a-bitch would cut straight to the chase. Caro squared her shoulders and took a deep breath before answering.
“No. I won't lie, Dell. I had a good time – the best time, actually, but it was wrong.” She brushed past him to the door. She paused with her hand on the latch and turned to him. It took her until the hot water ran out to come up with an excuse, and it was a darn good one, if she did say so herself.
“You know how small this world is, and how NASCAR is all about family values. If anyone found out…well, I'd be ruined.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she high-tailed it out of there, half expecting him to try to stop her, and half wishing he would.
Caro glanced around as she made her way out of Dell's motor coach. Relieved to see no one, she hurried across the campground toward the parking area where she'd left her car. Normally, she would have flagged down one of the track volunteers buzzing around in golf carts to take her out to the remote lot, but not today. She couldn't risk someone seeing and commenting on the state of her hair or her clothes. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out how she'd gotten this way. Whether they put two and two together to come up with Dell and her, it didn't matter. All that would matter was the equation. One variable was as bad as any other when it came to whom she slept with. That it happened at the track would only make it worse if anyone found out.