“That’s enough. Lie back down.” He sounded urgent, he knew it, his hands reaching for her shoulders, gently trying to urge her back, and he should apologize for being demanding, but damn it, he was desperate.
She handed him a condom before going onto her back again and he slapped the thing on so fast it was a miracle he didn’t just burst right on out the other end. Job done, he looked up, and found her spread out in front of him, her hair spilling across the pillow, her arms above her head, her br**sts and ni**les arching up at him, her legs delightfully spread out for him to move in between. Elec paused, just to savor his good luck, to appreciate the classy, mature woman who was willing to take off her clothes for him.
It was humbling to know that she hadn’t been with anyone since her husband, and he reached out, slipped two fingers inside her, and stroked. She rewarded him with a soft moan and eyes that fluttered shut. He brushed the pad of his thumb over her swollen clit and she squirmed in a very satisfying way.
“Elec,” she whispered, eyes still closed.
“Yes?” He plunged his fingers deeper, then pulled them back out, pleased at the way she tried to follow him with her hips and prevent him from leaving.
“Give it to me. Please.”
He could make her spell out exactly what it was she wanted, but Elec knew when to push and when to let it go. The fact that she was asking at all was a total turn-on, and he knew probably a big thing for her. And truth be told, he didn’t want to wait one more lousy second to be inside her.
So he said, “You got it, sugar,” and he replaced his teasing fingers with his c**k at her warm, wet opening.
Her legs slipped around behind his knees, almost drawing him into her, but he resisted, just bumping lightly against her, torturing himself at the same time he was enjoying the way she gripped the pillow on either side of her head. He stayed there, drawing out the anticipation, getting himself under control so it lasted more than four seconds, while she moved restlessly beneath him, spreading her wet desire all over the tip of his erection and driving him crazy.
When she said, “Elec, please . . .” he gave up trying to own the situation and just pushed inside her with abandon.
Then he just about stopped breathing. Dammit, she was tight and felt so good. Her eyes had rolled back into her head, and he knew the feeling. Unable to stop himself, he forget about slow, about finesse, about coaxing her to another orgasm. He just pounded, taking her hard, desperately, in and out with hard, urgent thrusts, her body wrapping around his. To his amazement, and gratitude, she came again, her mouth opening on a silent cry.
She was barely easing back down when he followed her, exploding in an orgasm that had him forgetting his own name. He could honestly say that nothing—no woman, no win on the track—had ever been as good as that moment when he pulsed inside her, his whole body tense, his brain empty of anything but the way it felt to be buried deep inside Tamara, her swollen lips parted on a sigh, her eyes filled with sensual triumph and satisfaction.
When he pulled out of her, sweat rolling down his back, his muscles replete, whole body damn happy, he rolled onto his side and took Tamara with him. She reached down and dragged the sheet up and over them, then gave him a small smile.
“Definitely worth the wait,” she said.
Oh, yeah. Elec felt a ridiculous level of pride, vowing to make the next time even better.
After he caught a quick little nap. He brushed her lovely hair off her face and ran a finger down her smooth cheek. “Glad to hear it, sugar.”
Then he promptly fell asleep like the guy that he was.
TAMARA woke up with a start, a knock on the door jerking her out of deep sleep. She had a hazy half second of trying to figure out why her door would be closed at all, when she realized she wasn’t at home. She was in Ryder’s coach. She glanced to her left.
And Elec was in bed with her.
Oh, Lord. She’d had sex with him, a total stranger that she’d convinced herself didn’t qualify as a stranger since Ryder knew him. And she’d loved every dang second of it. But now it was the morning after and she had zero experience with that concept, and there was clearly someone standing on the other side of the door.
Mere feet away from where she knew she was still naked lying in bed with most likely an equally naked Elec. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she did recall him pulling her against his body, still naked as a jaybird. She eyeballed him now as he slept. He definitely looked naked, even though the sheet was covering him from the waist down. His chest was bare and he looked big and strong and satisfied. Naked. All sorts of naked.
Tamara swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she gripped the sheet tighter over her, wondering exactly how she should handle getting her clothes back on and getting both her and Elec the hell out of Ryder’s coach before the person knocking or anyone else caught them. The pounding came again, louder and persistent. Shoot. She really did not want to get caught in bed, rumpled and bare-butt naked. Maybe if she kept very, very quiet, they would go away and let her get dressed and sneak out before any other human being had to be a party to the fact that she’d had a one-night stand with a pit crew member in her best friend’s ex-husband’s coach.
“Tammy?”
Shit. It was Ryder. Her best friend’s ex-husband and owner of the coach she had been so tacky as to have sex in. In Ryder’s very own bed. Lord. Her cheeks burned. She didn’t answer, heart pounding, the sheet clenched tightly up to her neck. She was all kinds of mortified.
“Tammy, I hate to bother you, but it’s late, sweetie, and I need to come into my room and get my bag.”
Elec’s eyes had opened and he rolled over toward her groggily, his big hand landing on her stomach. “Morning.”
He kissed her shoulder, in a gesture she would have appreciated if she hadn’t been on the verge of hysterical. And did he have to touch her stomach, of all things? It was the bane of her existence between the stretch marks and the unexplainable fact that it stored all her fat deposits in it, and she really didn’t want him hanging around there exploring it. Tamara shifted so his hand would be on her hip instead. Much better, now she only needed to panic about Ryder on the other side of the door.
“Is that Ryder? Aren’t you going to answer him?” Elec asked.
“No.” If she just ignored Ryder, maybe he, it, and everything would all just go away.
“Did you say something?” Ryder called through the door. “Tammy, I’m serious, I have to get my uniform. Are you okay? Pull the sheet up, I’m coming in.”