Flat-Out Sexy (8 page)

“You said you’d go to dinner with me. I want to make plans before I head out.”

She could honestly say she had no memory of agreeing to that. If she had, it had been before she’d known he was a rookie driver a minute out of high school. “Oh, I don’t know … maybe that’s not such a great idea.”

Elec frowned. “Are you giving me the morning-after brush-off?”

Did he have to phrase it like that? It was only marginally true. She wasn’t brushing him off so much as coming to her senses and realizing that she could not date Elec. Even if she’d had amazing, hot, lovely sex with him. Tamara blew her hair out of her eyes. This dating thing was hard and she was seriously not up for the challenge.

“Of course not,” she said because he looked hurt and she didn’t want that. Didn’t mean that. She owed him a great deal for giving her such a fabulous reentry into post-marriage sex. He had made her feel sexy and uninhibited and that was no small thing.

“Okay, so how about tomorrow night then?”

She had a built-in excuse, thank goodness. “I have my kids tomorrow night.” Her children. Those small human beings who had no idea their mother had lost her everlovin’ mind.

Elec proved himself to be stubborn, imagine that in a driver. “Tuesday then,” he insisted. “Or Wednesday. I don’t fly to Dover until Thursday.”

“I can’t get a sitter on such short notice.” Tamara was starting to panic all over again. He was going to pursue this dinner date and she didn’t think she should go at the same time she kept thinking she actually did want to go. It seemed like a bad idea, but her girl side, the one who had hopped into bed with Elec, seemed to feel it was a rockin’ good idea to see him again. And how she could feel both counter-emotions at the same time was mind-boggling.

“Okay,” he said. “So we’ll plan on next Monday then. I’ll get your number in a minute when I stand up and get my pants. I think my phone is in the pocket.”

So they were going out the following Monday. Just like that. Well. Tamara tried to figure out how she felt about that, but suddenly Elec moved in beside her, letting go of the sheet so it fell over both of their heads and they were ensconced in cotton, his body all up alongside hers, his face so close she could see the fawn-colored stubble on his chin.

“What are you doing?” she asked nervously. His third leg was pushing against her thigh with enough force to indicate it was fully hard, and she was alarmed at the proximity of all that hardness to the part of her that was suddenly alert and ready to roll out the welcome mat. Again. Her lonely body was betraying her, that was for certain.

“Getting my good luck kiss. Every driver needs one before a race.” He gave her a devilish smile.

Tamara melted a little. Hell, a lot. Still, she managed to voice an unconvincing protest. “I don’t think they’re usually naked when they get them. That would look kind of funny in the pits.”

“Guess they’ll be jealous then, because my kiss is going to be extra lucky.”

They were both lying on their sides and Elec’s hand stroked across her waist and hip as he leaned forward and claimed her mouth. Mercy, the man could kiss. He used his tongue to absolute perfection, with just enough pressure and depth to make her crazy with desire, but not so much that he was drilling for oil, nor so little that a girl had to wonder why he was even bothering. It was just right, commanding but not forceful, slick and smooth and delicious.

She had really missed kissing, and feeling a man’s chest against hers, she had missed the way it felt to have arms wrapped around her, hard to her soft, big to her small. Orgasms could be achieved on her own, but nothing replaced the press of a man’s mouth over hers, the flick of his tongue across hers, and the grip of his hand in the back of her hair.

Even as Elec’s fingers started to wander to cup her breasts, Tamara knew she was lost again. It had just been too long, and Elec knew all the right places to touch, and while she knew she should stop him, the words never seemed to leave her mouth. It was too busy opening for his assault, too busy kissing back, licking and nipping at his bottom lip. God, she was aroused over nothing, and she squeezed his biceps just for the thrill of it, ran her hands over his firm back, down to his tight behind.

Cupping that firm, bare flesh, she might have actually pulled him forward hard, forcing his hips and erection to collide with her again, but if anyone ever asked her about it, she was going to deny it.

“I’m feeling luckier already,” Elec said, breaking off the kiss and staring at her, his breathing ragged.

That was it? He was going to take the kiss and leave? Tamara felt profoundly disappointed. “Have a good race,” she said for lack of anything better to say.

“Oh, I’m not ready to leave just yet. I want another kiss.”

She didn’t know him well enough to read the expression in his dark eyes but it was obvious he was telling the truth. He was making no move to leave the bed and somehow she doubted another kiss was all he was asking for. Common sense and years of being around the track compelled her to remind him, “You’ll be late. If you miss the drivers’ meeting, they’ll send you to the back of the qualifying pack.”

“I won’t be late. If we stop talking and start kissing.”

So now he was all logic. Tamara couldn’t help but smile. She flicked her finger against his chest, loving how muscular it was. “You’re the one who started this conversation.”

“Good point. Okay, I’m shutting up now. After I ask you to kiss it.”

It?
“Kiss you, you mean?” she asked, feeling her cheeks heat up. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she had given him oral sex the night before, but that had been spontaneous. Hearing him ask for it, well, it was a touch embarrassing. Unless that wasn’t what he had meant. It probably wasn’t what he meant at all.
It
must mean his mouth and she was a total hooch for thinking otherwise.

“No, not just me.
It
. My penis. Hard-on. Erection. Dick. Whatever you want to call it. Kiss it. Please.”

Well, okay, clearly he wasn’t talking about his mouth.

He gave her a charming smile. “That’s the good luck kiss I want.”

“You are really pushing it,” she told him, shocked to her curled-in-arousal toes.

“Probably. But if I’m going to be late, I’d like to remember your sexy little mouth wrapped around me while I drive my way out of last place.”

Oh, my. Heat flooded her inner thighs. “Oh. Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say because she was way too turned on to say no, or to let him get away from her. It suddenly felt like they’d just gotten started the night before and she needed to do a little more, really quick-like exploring. She didn’t want him to be late, but if she was quick …

It was warm under the sheet and all she could hear was their breathing, the rustling of the cotton, and the tick of a clock somewhere in Ryder’s bedroom, as she turned and moved her way down to Elec’s impressive erection. She had a moment of fear that the position put her butt dangerously close to Elec’s face and who knew what kind of cellulite was hanging around back there, but suddenly his hand was gripping her backside.

“I just love your ass,” he said in a husky voice. “So tight, so cute.”

Elec had a way of making her worries disappear as soon as they popped up, without her ever even voicing them, and that was definitely appealing. He made her feel incredibly sexy and sure of herself.

“Thank you,” she murmured before taking the length of his erection into her mouth. She enjoyed the gasp he gave, and fully appreciated the power a woman could wield when she had a man literally by the balls. She wasn’t sure she’d ever really understood how sensual and arousing it could be to know that every flick of her tongue, every slide of her mouth, could affect a man’s pleasure, but under the sheet with Elec, their breathing hot and heavy, nothing but cotton and his bare flesh beneath her, she understood how exciting it was.

The hard smoothness of him pleased her, the desperate moan he gave when she took him deep thrilled her, and the swearing that flew out of his mouth when she raked her fingernails across his testicles made her smile. There was no wine to blame her actions on, and she was actually pleased to know that she still enjoyed sex, still was a whole woman who could go down on a man with no apologies, simply because they both enjoyed it. After the sexual debacle with Geoffrey, she had felt
bad
, and it was a total relief to know it had just been her lack of chemistry with him.

The night before hadn’t been a one-time fluke either. She was really, truly attracted to Elec, and it felt as good, if not better, to be with him than it had the first time. When he shifted her legs so that her thighs spread on either side of his head, she paused for a second in surprise, but forgot to be embarrassed when his tongue flicked across her.

“Ohhh,” she said when any other words failed her.

It felt so good, so hot and intimate, his mouth pressed so deep into her, she just lay there stunned, her body tight and tense with pleasure.

Elec stopped and she said, “Why did you stop?”

“Why did
you
stop?” he asked, his words muffled since he was beneath her thighs.

Oh, right. The nature of the position was that neither of them was supposed to stop. “Sorry,” she whispered, swallowing hard. The second her tongue touched the tip of his shaft, his tongue lapped across her clit, and she sucked in a hard breath.

She should really reflect on why it was so damn easy to be doing something so personal with Elec, but she could do that later. After she came, which, if he kept on the way he was, was going to be any second now.

Her weight rested on him, and she could feel all his hard muscles beneath her, and the press of his fingers into her thighs as he gripped her flesh and held her legs apart. The sheet had fallen down onto her back and head and in the warm cocoon, with his mouth doing such delicious things to her, she was pretty sure she would agree to do anything he asked of her. Everything felt good and wonderful and sensual and she sucked him harder and harder, slicking his thick penis up with her saliva. Tamara added her hand, wrapping it around him, and followed her mouth with it, so that every inch of his flesh was always feeling a hot, warm squeeze. Elec groaned briefly, and she knew he liked it, before he returned to her, his mouth enclosing her clit as he sucked.

It was a fight to not pull back and moan at that, but she stayed on him, excited by the challenge of keeping her rhythm when she really wanted to just collapse in agonized ecstasy. She moved her hips while she sucked and he sucked, so that they were both colliding with each other, and she lost all rational thought, all sense of where they were, time, space, and what her first name was. There was only that moment, the two of them locked in mutual pleasure, and when Elec plunged his tongue inside her, she came hard. When she would have jerked off him, he held her tightly so she didn’t move, and while she paused with him in her mouth, she didn’t let go, so that her orgasm swept over her with him fully embedded in her, and she closed her eyes to ride out the intense waves of pleasure.

Oh my. The man was just full of good ideas.

The second her orgasm eased up, she refocused on him, taking it slow and steady, then speeding up when his breathing grew erratic and his fingers dug into her thighs. She felt the throb of him inside her mouth, knew when he was going to come, and knew he was trying to pull away. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to feel that final pulse, wanted to know she had done that to him, so she held on until he groaned, then he filled her mouth with his hot, salty come.

Having made an art form out of avoiding her husband doing just that in her mouth, Tamara was shocked at how much she had wanted Elec to, and how good it felt. It was raw, and messy, but it was damn satisfying.

She collapsed on his legs, every muscle in her body quivering from overstimulation, and Elec lightly smacked her backside.

“Holy shit,” was his thought on the matter.

She had to agree.

“I have about three minutes to get my ass out of here and I can’t move a single muscle,” he said.

Tamara shifted a little and stroked his penis. It jumped. “One muscle’s still moving.”

“Leave it alone, darlin’, or we’re going to have a situation on our hands.”

She laughed. “I don’t want you to be late. That’s bad form for a rookie. But I’m having a hard time peeling myself off of you.”

In fact, she couldn’t believe she was still lying with her ass inches from his eyes, but her body felt too damn satisfied to care. About anything. Ever again.

But he had to go. She knew that well enough. So she forced herself to roll off him. “How was that for a good luck kiss?”

Elec grinned as he tore the sheet off them and sat up. “Couldn’t ask for more than that. That ought to see me straight through to the finish line. How was it for you?”

It ought to see her through the next ten years, that’s how it was.

CHAPTER FOUR

ELEC dragged his dress pants on, watching Tamara bustle around Ryder’s bedroom. She had pulled on her panties and her dress in two seconds and was now stripping the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling lazy and content and in no way inclined to hurry, which was what he really needed to do.