Revving Her Up by Joy Daniels

is only a six-hour drive from here and Washington, D.C. even less than that. You don’t have to live on Park Avenue to enjoy city life once in a while. Live in the country and visit the city when you want to.” She gave him a shy smile. “Even city girls appreciate a little country now and then.”
    Would she? He’d love the chance to show her around. Dressed as she was in his shirt he had no trouble imagining her at Morrissey’s in town. He could take her there to have a beer with the guys. A real beer, not that light crap she claimed to like—
    Whoa. He was getting ahead of himself. Just because she lacked Natalie’s snobbery didn’t mean Sarah was ready to make Rapture a long-term destination.
    But he couldn’t get the thought out of his head.
     
    Cole nodded. He seemed to come to some sort of a conclusion. “You’re right. Maybe I can have both.”
    She smiled and turned toward the bed. Cole’s hand landed on her arm. She looked up at his face.
    “Can we start over?”
    He looked sheepish and apologetic. Sarah couldn’t hold back a smile. “Yes. Let’s.”
    Cole pulled her into his arms and brought her head to his chest. His lips kissed her hair. His actions were far more intimate than the passionate kiss she’d been expecting and tightness grew in her chest that had nothing to do with the strength of Cole’s arms around her. Unsettled, she pulled back.
    She didn’t get far. Cole kept his arms around her and looked down.  
    “Sarah, I’m sorry—”
    She held up a hand. “It’s over and forgotten. Now how about that coffee?” He let her go and she sat on the bed, pulling her legs up to make room for him.
    He retrieved the tray from the dresser. Sarah felt as if an age had passed since he’d come through the door, but steam still rose from the mugs. He set the tray on the mattress and settled next to it. She took a deep breath and the rich, bitter aroma filled her nostrils. Mmmm.
    “Mmmm,” Cole echoed but when she looked up his gaze wasn’t on the coffee—it swept her from head to toe. “You look downright edible in my shirt.”
    The heat in his eyes did funny things to her insides. Before she could pinpoint exactly what, he leaned across the tray. A brush of his coffee-flavored lips over hers sent a buzz along her nerves stronger than mere caffeine.
    She nipped his lower lip. “Does that come with cream and sugar?”
    Heat flared in his eyes. “Whipped cream, but only if you ask nicely.”
    He brushed a curl of hair off her cheek, pausing to rub his thumb over her lower lip. She sucked it into her mouth. His gaze locked on hers as he shifted on the bed—and the milk sloshed onto the tray.
    “Whoa!” He sat back and steadied the glass. Picking up a mug, he raised a brow in question. “Coffee first? Or…after?”
    Wait to have him? How could she when he looked so delicious? On the other hand, he’d brought coffee and she’d already waited longer than usual for her first cup. Even sex would be better after caffeine…
    She hesitated too long. “Oh man, I’ve been thrown over for a cup of coffee!” he said in mock horror. “I might never recover.”
    Sarah laughed with him, enjoying the ease with which he could make her smile. “Oh, I think I can make it up to you.” She reached for the cup.
    “Promise?” He relinquished the coffee only after she nodded.
    What might that promise entail? What would she want it to mean? She pondered the questions as she fixed her coffee. To her surprise the glass didn’t hold milk but real cream. It was a far cry from her usual two percent, but she wasn’t complaining—some occasions called for indulgence. Eyeing the six-foot-plus hunk of beautiful man before her, she knew that this was one of them.
    Cole took the glass and stood up with the tray. Sarah watched him move across the room to place it on the dresser. He moved like a cat, all muscle and grace. She wanted to stroke him.
    What would it take to make him purr? Her belly tightened at