Revving Her Up (9 page)

Cole resumed the massage. His hands wrapped around her ribs as his thumbs pressed into the muscles on either side of her spine. His fingers brushed the underside of her breasts and her nipples tightened to painful peaks.
Oh, yes.
When Cole groaned and his cock twitched beneath her, she realized that she’d said it aloud.

“Glad you’re enjoying it.” His lips brushed the skin behind her ear. His chest was inches away and this time she didn’t fight the urge to lean back. When his arms wrapped around her torso and he sat back, she settled into the circle of his arms. A stranger’s arms but warm and comforting nonetheless. Her head fell against Cole’s shoulder. His hands slid up over her breasts and they swelled at his touch. Desire crept through her veins.

And fear. She stiffened.

“There are no expectations here,” he said as if he’d read her mind. “Just two people cuddling and relaxing together. Enjoying each other’s company.”

Cuddling. Relaxing. That she could handle. And she was enjoying him all right. His magical hands and firm muscles. His hard, hot cock under her ass—

Cole sat up, bringing them both upright. “I know, how about a nice hot shower? Wash the tension right out of those muscles.”

Mmmm, shower. Naked. Wet. Hot.

With his hands on her hips, he brought her to her feet, then got up himself. When he turned to her, his blue eyes were warm with desire and something else she couldn’t name.

He held out a hand. “Come.”

Chapter Nine

The long hallway at the top of the stairs had a wooden floor covered by a long, dark red runner. Sarah caught glimpses of a guest room and what looked like an office before they arrived at a bedroom the size of her Manhattan apartment. She got an answer to her earlier question—his bed was king-sized with cream-and-crimson sheets and a headboard of twisted wrought-iron bars. Dark wood furniture was scattered about the room—a dresser, twin end tables and an armchair.

A door to the left led to the master bathroom. Cole flicked a switch and the light came on, accompanied by the soft whir of a fan. Wood-framed mirrors reflected ivory tile and green accents. Two sinks sat side-by-side on the marble-topped vanity. A low glass shelf held a man’s shaving kit. The spicy scent of his cologne hung in the air.

A glassed-in shower stall that could have swallowed Sarah’s whole bathroom stood across from the sinks. Beyond it, shallow steps led to a tiled area with a sunken Jacuzzi large enough for four.

Like an out-of-body experience, Sarah watched in the mirror as Cole led her to the vanity and leaned her against it. He tugged the hem of her sweater. “Time for a shower.” Raising her arms, she allowed him to pull it over her head. He was undressing her like a child, but there was nothing paternal about the look in his eyes. His gaze devoured her. A slow burn ignited in her belly and she licked her lips.

Cole trailed two fingers down the side of her neck and into the valley of her breasts. With an expert flick of the front clasp, her bra joined the sweater on the bathmat. Her nipples beaded as Cole stared and a drop of moisture slid from Sarah’s pussy onto her inner thigh. He unzipped her skirt and let it sink to the floor. He was still dressed while Sarah stood before him wearing nothing but thigh-highs. His gaze, hungry and possessive, roamed over her skin, leaving pricks of desire in its wake.

“Darlin’, you are beautiful.” He stepped back, crouched down a bit and leaned against the shower, gesturing for her to raise her foot. With a smile she did so, placing her instep against the bulge in his jeans. She wriggled her toes against his erection and he shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut.

“Keep doing that and we’ll never get wet.” His voice was rough.

“Speak for yourself.”

Laughing, he grasped her ankle and moved her foot to the top of his thigh, then started inching his hands up her leg. His touch was light, this side of a tickle. She bit her lip against the shivery sensations that raced beneath her skin.

There was a reason she was obsessed with the man’s hands. They could work magic.

Lost in the spell he wove, Sarah leaned back against the counter. The position exposed her damp pussy to the air. As Cole’s gaze zeroed in on the wet pink folds between her thighs, she angled her leg out to give him a better view. His nostrils flared and her inner muscle clenched in response. Her lower lips throbbed. Her clit ached for his touch. The shower could wait.

Cole took a deep shuddering breath. He took one more glance at her parted thighs, then pointedly looked away, rolling her stocking down her leg. He gestured for her to raise the other leg but dodged her foot this time when she went to repeat her earlier move.

His eyes looked into hers, hot with desire. “You are a vixen. A golden-haired temptress.”

A vixen? Temptress? She smiled. No man had made her want to be those things more than Cole Cassidy.

But could she? A flicker of doubt came out of nowhere, but she pushed it firmly away. She would not ruin this moment with fear and what ifs. What had Cole said earlier—no expectations? That was the key. She would be here now and not worry about where it was going to lead.

Just two people enjoying each other’s company. Relaxing. She could do that.

Cole pulled the shower door open. Cream tiles covered the walls to the ceiling. Twin showerheads protruded from opposite ends. A hand-held shower massager with a long hose was clipped to the wall.

Cole fiddled with the faucets and showerheads until steam billowed from the stall and the twin streams converged into a dense cascade in the middle. The shower spray hit his shoulder, plastering one side of his shirt to his body. The wet fabric clung to his chest, outlining his biceps and pecs. The slightly puckered tip of a nipple was visible through the transparent cloth. She wanted to peel away the thin barrier, to lick the small male peak to see if it would bring him the pleasure that his tongue could give her. Her nipples tingled at the thought.

Cole pulled the wet T-shirt over his head. Small dark curls dusted his chest, joining the hairs on his belly and continuing southward. Her gaze followed that dark arrow, skipping over his belt buckle to the bulge in the front of his jeans.

The buckle made a soft ping as he opened it. Next came the button and zipper of his fly. Sarah’s mouth went dry with anticipation. This part of him she’d caught a glimpse of at the track, but everything had happened so quickly and they’d been too close for her to get a good look. Under the bright bathroom lights she wouldn’t miss a thing.

Cole hooked his thumbs into his boxers and jeans and pulled both down over his hips, revealing the most beautiful erection she’d ever seen. It was straight as an arrow with a thick, round head and pale blue veins that crisscrossed beneath his silky-smooth skin. Her eyes widened at its impressive girth, surprised even though she’d felt it inside her at the track. Without thinking, she reached for him, wanting to feel that warm, hard length in her palm. He laughed and stepped aside.

“Patience, darlin’.”

She dropped her arm with a growl of frustration.

With a hand at the small of her back, Cole urged her under the spray, then followed, closing the door behind him. The water sluiced over his shoulders and down his chest, dripping into the nest of dark curls that surrounded his cock. Sarah couldn’t take her eyes off it. Again she reached for him. Again he stepped out of range. “Patience.”

Resigned, Sarah stepped back, allowing the spray to caress her skin. Cole turned to reach for something on a built-in shelf and she again took the opportunity to admire his finely muscled butt. She loved a man with a nice ass, the kind you could really hold on to. This one was definitely grab-worthy. She got in a quick squeeze before he spun around and nudged her back a step.

Ahhhh. She was in the middle of the shower, the exact spot where the two sprays met. She closed her eyes and let her arms become heavy at her sides, as the healing warmth drew tension from her muscles like poison from a snakebite.

A squirt from a bottle, a whiff of something herbal and Cole was behind her, his hands on her head. The pads of his fingers massaged her scalp as he lathered shampoo into her hair. Faint prickling sensations radiated across her skull as dozens of tiny muscles relaxed. Those magic hands slid down her neck and back, washing her body with the shampoo’s suds. When was the last time someone had taken such good care of her? Sarah’s muscles turned to jelly. Any minute now she would melt into a puddle right there on the shower floor.

Slippery fingers drew circles on her lower back and swept down over the cheeks of her ass. Two soapy thumbs slid along the crack of her behind, grazing the sensitive pucker within. Her eyes flew open and she gasped at the jolt of pleasure that shot through her.

With a murmur of male satisfaction, Cole slid his hands around her hips to her belly and pulled her against him. The ridge of his erection rested between the globes of her ass. Sarah pressed back. His cock jerked. She could feel it throb against her buttock muscles.

Cole reached for a bar of soap. He wrapped his arms around her and lathered the soap into suds in front of her belly. His put the soap down and his hands bumped against her breasts, which grew heavy with desire.

Sarah caught a glimpse of movement through the glass of the shower stall. It was their smudged reflections, her body framed by Cole’s arms. She reached back, wrapping her hands around the backs of Cole’s thighs. Condensation ran down the mirror. She watched as Cole’s hands came up to cup her breasts. She arched forward, pressing her swollen mounds into his palms. When his thumbs brushed her nipples, they tingled as much from his touch as the thrill of watching him touch her. She shivered. Could her nipples get any harder? Her pussy wetter? This man took her to heights she’d never even imagined.

His lips nuzzled her ear. “Whatcha looking at, darlin’?” Sarah knew the moment he discovered what had captured her gaze—his hold on her breasts tightened and his breath hitched.

“You like watching me touch you?” His voice was hoarse with desire.

She bit her lip, nodding, suddenly shy. With a push of his foot against the glass, the shower door swung open. Water sprayed onto the mat, but Cole didn’t seem to care. His gaze was focused on the reflection of their intertwined forms.

Sarah watched as one hand left her breast to trail down her abdomen. Fire followed in its wake, hot licks of pleasure that blazed through her body. When his hand reached her mound her hips pressed forward involuntarily. With a sexy smile, his hand slipped between her thighs and her lower lips convulsed as his pinky brushed across them. Cole bent his knee and propped his foot on the wall behind them. With a gentle tug he pulled her leg back, hooking her thigh over his, spreading her legs wide. Nothing was hidden from view. Not her lips, which were red and swollen with need, nor her dark opening, which ached to be filled.

“So pretty,” he said as his fingers moved closer to her slit. “So swollen, wet and pink.”

She was wet all right and not only from the shower. “Touch me,” she said when his hands stopped short of the hard nub of flesh that demanded his attention. “Please.”

He laughed softly against her ear. “How could I deny you when you ask so nicely?” His fingers grazed her clit and Sarah’s hips bucked from the sudden zap of pleasure.

“Like that, do you?”

Oh God, yes.

Cole played two fingers over her swollen bud while his other hand kneaded her breast. A sizzling current of heat flowed from her nipples to her clit and back again, a tight circuit of pleasure. Her head tilted back against his shoulder, but her gaze never left the mirror. His never left her face.

A delicious tension started to build in Sara’s womb. She writhed against him, wanting more. She pressed into his cock, wanting to feel him once again between her thighs. God, how she wanted the sweet release that kept evading her.

It had been so long… On the other hand, no man had ever turned her on like Cole did. Certainly no man had tried to pleasure her like this. Could she do it?

“Relax,” Cole whispered, once again seeming to read her thoughts. More likely her body, which had tensed up. “You’re in good hands.”

Yes, those hands were the best. She willed herself to relax.

The hand on her breast reached for the shower massager. A flick of his thumb brought the jets to life. With his other hand Cole spread her labia. She felt a deep pull in her belly. Her breath caught in her throat. Was he really going to do what she thought he was going to do?

“Hold on,” he whispered, and she dug her fingers into his rock-hard quads. He swept the massager slowly over her hip. The water pulsed through her pubic hair and one of the streams hit her exposed clit. Even at that oblique angle the force of it on her super-sensitive flesh shot pleasure into her, zinging to the very ends of her fingers and toes. She cried out, arching into the spray. The movement brought the massager closer to her clit and the water hit the swollen bud full on. It was too much, too intense, too amazing. She tried to evade it, pressing back into Cole’s hard cock.

He groaned and his hand left her lips and snaked around her waist. He planted his feet on the floor and ground against her. The water streamed over them, his cock slid smoothly along the cleft of her ass and lower back. Flexing his hips, he pulled back, then thrust again, stroking his erection into the slick space between their bodies. His balls slapped against her wet skin.