Flat-Out Sexy (5 page)

“I …” Her hand fluttered up to her chest. “I don’t know what to say.”

Hell, she was going to turn him down. Elec really didn’t want to hear that, so he stepped closer to her, stared into her blue eyes, and said, “Say yes.”

Then he raised his hand and cupped her cheek. He leaned toward her, still watching her, gauging her reaction, giving her time to pull back. She didn’t. Her eyes went even wider, but she didn’t stop him. So he kissed her.

Oh, man, he was dead. The minute his mouth connected with hers in a smooth, soft, full-contact kiss that started a burn low in his gut, Elec knew he was in for some serious trouble, and it was going to take all of his willpower to step away. Which he had to do. Yet his mouth still hovered over hers, his body tense, fists clenched, eyes closed as he inhaled her scent, listened to the rush of her breathing, felt the brush of her thighs against his arm. In a second he would move away. After another kiss. Just one more, then he’d back up and go home. For real.

But he had to have another one—bigger, fuller, deeper—to take away with him.

Elec eliminated all the space between them and gripped her cheek, sliding his hand all up into her thick, silky hair. Then he took her mouth, harder this time, enjoying the feel of her body close to his, the sweet taste of her soft, moist lips. For a good long while, they both just explored the feel of each other, the hot press of his mouth to hers, until he couldn’t resist. He slipped his tongue into her, and Tamara’s hands snaked around his neck and met his tongue with her own in a seductive little thrust. Just like that, heat exploded between them. He heard her breath suck in as they broke contact, felt her breasts press against his chest, was aware of her fingers digging into the back of his hair. They paused, staring at each other, poised between stopping and starting what he knew they couldn’t stop.

Their heavy breathing filled the warm night air and he stared into her soft, blue eyes, then down at her plump, kiss-swollen lips. Her cheeks were flushed from arousal, her hair mussed and hanging in her eyes, and Elec wanted her in a way that made all logic disappear, and his body tense in places he hadn’t even known existed.

Elec went with it, because, well, he couldn’t stop himself. She tasted like wine and woman, and she had opened her mouth for him eagerly. She had willingly wedged her leg inside his, pressed her breasts against his chest. She wanted him, too, and when he reached for her, arms, hands, and lips, she met him halfway with enough force that their teeth knocked together. He wasn’t even sure who was kissing who anymore, they were just colliding into each other, taking and tasting, nipping and gripping each other, his common sense gone, his erection bumping right into her inner thighs. She was a step up from him in the doorway of the coach and it made for damn good positioning, which he took advantage of by grinding himself against her.

When they broke apart to pull in air before they both suffocated, Elec tried to think of what to say, not an apology, but some kind of reassurance, a promise that he’d knock it off and get control of himself, no matter how hard that might be. He was pushing it, he was losing it, he was being downright offensive and aggressive and he would really, really try to cool it and be a gentleman. But before he could form any words, Tamara glanced left and right.

“Oh, Lord, get inside before someone sees us.”

Green flag. Elec had one foot on the step when his conscience got the best of him. “Are you sure? I can leave if you want.”

“Do you want to leave?” she asked him, wiping her damp bottom lip.

He couldn’t help it. He stared at that lip, thinking just how badly he wanted to suck that plumpness into his mouth, while his erection throbbed painfully in his stupid dress pants. “
Hell
, no, I don’t want to leave.”

MOMMA had always warned her to watch out for the quiet ones, and have mercy, had she been right. Tamara stared at Elec staring at her, and she forgot how to think. Did he have any idea what he did to her when he looked at her like that? The way his deep, sensual eyes just bore into her, making her feel like he could strip away all her reservations right along with her clothes and take whatever he wanted from her.

Pete had been a lot of fun, and an enthusiastic lover, but ultimately at the end of the day, she’d often felt like the moon sucked into his gravitational pull. It was always a good time, but it was always about him.

When this man in front of her looked at her, she felt like she had his full and total attention, that right at this very moment, his focus was one hundred percent on her. And that was the hottest thing she’d ever experienced in her life.

Which was why she heard herself saying, “So don’t leave.”

Her heart was pounding, but it was from excitement, not nerves, as he stepped up into the coach and shut the door behind him. Tamara had moved back only far enough to let him in, and he erased that space in half a step. There was a lot of man in front of her, and she was aware of just how long it had been since she’d touched one.

A real man, that is. Geoffrey pretty much didn’t count, and frankly, she hadn’t done that much touching. Not that she wanted to think about Geoffrey. Because she really, really didn’t. She just wanted to think about, to appreciate, that it was Elec standing in front of her and what a truly lovely twist of fate spilling her wine on him had been.

She had expected that he would start kissing her again, but he surprised her by gliding his thumb down her cheek, across her lips, over her neck. “You are very beautiful,” he said in a husky whisper.

It had been such a very long time since she’d heard anything like that. She sighed out loud in pleasure, and she thought she could almost be satisfied with just that. Almost.

Her cheeks started to burn under his scrutiny and from embarrassment that she needed to hear that kind of compliment, but she managed to murmur, “Thank you.” She’d had no idea until that very moment how much she had missed being just a woman. More than a mother. More than a sociology professor. Being a woman, who could make a man look at her like he wanted to eat her all up with a spoon.

But she had that standing in front of her now, and she wanted Elec, wanted those words, his touch, and he gave it to her.

Elec bent his head to kiss her and she met him halfway, hungry for more, desperate to run her hands across his chest, to feel his body hard against hers. His tongue plunged inside her mouth and she closed her eyes as desire tugged at her inner thighs, leaving her hot and wet and ready faster than she could have ever imagined possible. There wasn’t a single rational thought left in her head as she dug her hands into his hair and kissed him for all she was worth. He felt hot and hard and good, his hands in her hair, on her back, squeezing her backside.

She hadn’t realized how long two years could be until she was tasting what she’d been missing, and now she knew it was damn near an eternity. Way too long to go without feeling this freedom, this intensity, this giving in to what her body ached for.

It wasn’t pretty and it wasn’t smooth and she didn’t care. It was frantic and fumbling as they both tried to touch everything they could all at once.

They were grinding their hips together, stumbling around a few feet as they tried to get closer still, Elec’s tongue doing crazy sexy things to her mouth, her jaw, her ear, her neck, trailing down to her breasts and back up again when he found her nipples were inaccessible through her dress. Tamara moaned, both in delight from all the fizzy feelings stirring in her, and from the need for more. Now that she was getting it, she wondered how she could have ever lived without it, and she needed him to take her all the way to the finish line before she literally lay down on the coach floor and died from want.

“Thank you for spilling wine on my shirt,” Elec said, stepping back and unbuttoning his shirt. He yanked it off with little care or concern for the fabric and tossed it on the floor with hard movements. His T-shirt, which also sported a smaller wine stain, was peeled off and sent after the dress shirt.

Tamara almost choked on her drool. Oh. My. God. “My pleasure,” she said and gawked mercilessly at his ripped chest and abs. He clearly wasn’t scarfing potato chips and playing video games on his days off because that was one fine-looking male form, and she reached out and did what she’d been dying to do since she’d first set eyes on him. She squeezed a bicep, just to feel how firm it was. It was as hard as rock. Hard as steel. She glanced down at his pants. Hard as his erection.

“Impressive,” she said, not sure if she was really talking about his arm muscles or another equally promising muscle. Not that it mattered. It was all impressive, and it was all hers for the taking.

He pulled her into his arms and Tamara ran her hands all over his chest and back, surprised at how bold and greedy she was being, but unable to work up any shame or regret. He was just altogether too much temptation, and after the disaster with Geoffrey, she was in need of some serious comfort. She needed to know she could have good sex again at some point in her life. Starting now. Elec had her more aroused than she could have ever actually thought possible, and while part of her brain was hinting that just maybe she should think about slowing down, most of her brain and all of her body were screaming for her to take it. To enjoy it.

His hand snaked around her back as he kissed her, and he found her dress zipper. Elec paused. “Is this okay?”

For a woman who had never had a one-night stand in her life, she was amazed at how easily she announced, with zero hesitation, “Yes.”

She should probably think about the fact that she didn’t know squat about Elec, including his last name, but Ryder knew Elec and so did Jeff, the coach driver. Ryder had vouched for him, and had mentioned that Elec worked on his pit crew, and under the circumstances that was good enough for her. Drivers didn’t let just anyone onto their crew. They had to trust them implicitly because they could make or break a race for a car. So while Elec was a new acquaintance, he wasn’t a complete stranger, and given the heady combination of wine and rampant sexual longing, she was inclined to talk herself into believing just about anything.

He wasn’t leaving the damn coach without giving her an orgasm. Plain and simple.

Fortunately, he seemed to have the same goal in mind. Elec undid her dress slowly, teasing her, his fingers tickling down her spine, his tongue sliding across her bottom lip.

“Let me know if I’m going too fast,” he murmured into her ear, before his tongue dipped inside.

Tamara almost jumped out of her dress, which probably would have been a good thing since then they could get straight to the good stuff. She was dying from want, and she couldn’t prevent a moan from leaving her mouth as she gripped his arms for support. “You’re not going too fast … you’re going too slow. I haven’t had sex in two years, three months, and three weeks.” Not that she’d been keeping track or anything.

Geoffrey didn’t count. It had been two years, three months, and three weeks since she’d had satisfying sex. With a man.

Though maybe that was a mood kill to tell a guy something like that. She stiffened a little in his arms. Maybe she’d just put pressure on him, and had created performance anxiety. Men could be so arrogant and yet so insecure and what the hell did she really know about seduction? Diddly. A glance up at Elec to gauge his reaction showed that his eyes had gotten even darker and he was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

He didn’t say a word. He just ripped the front of her dress off her shoulders and down past her breasts. It caught for a second on her hips, but he was having none of it. One more tug and it was at her ankles and she was standing in her bra and panties and high heels. Thank God she’d worn a black lace bra. A quick glance down reassured her she also had on the flattering boy shorts that covered some of those unfortunate stretch marks above the pelvis that her first pregnancy had left her as a souvenir.

Elec popped her bra open before she could blink.

Okay, so maybe she hadn’t given him performance anxiety. That was encouraging.

“Well, let’s make it worth your wait,” he said.

Oooh, she liked the sound of that, especially since his words were followed up by his mouth moving down over her nipple and sucking it. Yeah, no vibrator on the planet could do
that
, and she let out a low moan, gripping his arms to keep herself standing. She had missed that feeling, that hard tingling pull on her breasts that echoed low in her belly and made her drop her head back automatically. That sensation of a man over her, surrounding her, his grip tight on her arms, his breath tickling her flesh, making her appreciate it all the more for having gone without.

Her bra had slipped down her arms and Elec managed to divest her of it altogether while still licking and sucking, moving from one breast to the other, his free hand cupping the weight of the breast he was working on. Tamara fought for air as he moved faster, tugged harder, nipping at her, then startling her by sliding his fingers down into her panties from behind, clear down into the divot of her bottom. She wasn’t expecting that, or that she wouldn’t be freaked out by it, but she welcomed it, enjoyed the boldness of it, the intimacy, the sensuality of him confidently exploring her body.

She jerked involuntarily at the jolt of pleasure she felt from that simple touch as he traced all the way down and around to her wet core, and she wondered how she was going to see this through to the end without shattering like glass. If he so much as brushed against the front of her, she wasn’t sure she would be able to stay standing. More likely, she’d just puddle on the floor in boneless, gooey ecstasy while he stared down at her in total confusion.