Revving Her Up by Joy Daniels Page B

it.”
    She started to shake her head, then stopped. Now they were getting somewhere. “I think you’d be surprised, darlin’. Quite surprised.”
    She tried to retreat again but was hampered by the sheets, which tangled about her legs. Cole stalked after her, one knee on the mattress, then the other. His movements were slow and deliberate, giving her a chance to stop him; this game was fun only if two wanted to play.
    She must have read the question in his eyes, for even as she scooted back, she nodded. Desire danced in her eyes, stoking the flames that threatened to consume him.
    But it was the trust in her gaze that did him in.
    Her strength appealed to him. Her vulnerability made him want to take care of her. It was more than good Southern manners—it was passion and lust and something else he couldn’t begin to name. Something that made him want to claim this woman in the most basic, primitive way possible—and they’d only met yesterday.
    He needed her. Beneath him, her legs wide, her moans filling his ears as his cock filled her body. With a growl of pure masculine desire, he closed the distance between them. He leaned forward into her space, so close that she fell back onto the mattress. His arms bracketed her torso as he hovered over her.
    “Sarah.” Her name was a benediction, a prayer to a smart, sexy city-girl goddess who had enslaved him in one night. “I want you.” His voice trembled when her hands came up to rest lightly on his arms. This woman did things to him.
    Shifting onto one elbow, Cole slid a hand to the hem of the shirt Sarah wore. “You look mighty fine in my shirt, darlin’, but it’s got to come off.” Again no words but her eager nod made his fingers clumsy. After a moment of fumbling, he gave a sharp tug, sending buttons flying. She gasped.
    The shirt could be replaced.
    He peeled the fabric away from her gorgeous breasts. Her rosy nipples were puckered and taut atop full mounds that shimmied with each rapid breath. Both looked so delicious he almost couldn’t decide between them. But need outweighed indecision—he lowered his mouth to the right one. With his gaze locked on hers, he took the erect nipple in his mouth and sucked. Hard.
    Sarah arched into him with a cry, fisting her hands in his hair. Her grip was so tight it hurt but Cole welcomed the pain, the fierceness of her desire. He smiled against her skin. Bring it on.
     
    Sarah knew she was pulling Cole’s hair too hard, but she needed something to hold on to. The pleasure radiating through her body was making her light-headed and without something to ground her she was afraid she’d float away. Or explode. Hence the death-grip on his scalp.
    On the other hand, she desperately wanted to touch him. To explore any and every bit of Cole she could reach. Her fingers wandered over the smooth skin of his neck and shoulders, the lightly furred planes of his chest. When she found his small, taut nipples she couldn’t resist a pinch. He rewarded her with a shudder and groan. Before she could do anything else Cole reached for her hands. He tugged on the cuffs of his shirt. Realizing what he was trying to do, she raised her arms over her head so he could take the shirt off. It was time to get down to the serious business of being naked.
    He pulled the soft material over her arms and hands. But before she could resume her exploration of his body, he caught her wrists in one large hand. He pinned them to the mattress. The tips of her fingers touched the cool wrought-iron bars. His other hand stroked down her body, over her neck and shoulders. His mouth followed, kissing where his fingers touched.
    He’d spoken of holding her captive and tying her up. Was he serious?
    The thought made her nervous—and damned hot at the same time. She had never ever wanted to submit to a man like this, although more than a few had asked. So why was this man making her reconsider?
    All questions flew from her head as Cole captured her breast with