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 br**sts, 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 o**l s*x 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.