Final Lap (Fast Track #8)(9)
Author: Erin McCarthy

Something about her back smacking into the mansion had both shocked and aroused Harley. She wanted Cooper to yank her dress down and suck her breasts, and lift her skirt and squeeze her thigh as he thrust into her hard.

She was breathing anxiously, her inner thighs moist, and he wasn’t even touching her yet.

Harley had an epiphany.

Yes, she was Cinderella, the quiet girl in the kitchen who watched others live their lives to the fullest.

But what she hadn’t realized was that when her Cinderella was let out to the ball, she became a kinky sex goddess.

Harley gripped the front of Cooper’s shirt and dragged him to her for a kiss, her free hand stroking his erection through his pants, all rational thought gone. “Yes,” she demanded. “Make me come. Now.”

Chapter THREE

COOPER had encountered determined women before, but none as unabashedly bossy as Charity.

His career invariably meant women showed him a certain amount of deference, whether he liked it or not. It came with the territory of fame and money. There was always an element of them wanting to secure him, the trophy, and in order to do that, they worked hard to please him. It could be a frustrating experience because he’d met very few women who would stand up to him and call him out or demand what they needed and wanted.

Some men would appreciate that, take advantage of it, but Cooper had always wanted a partner, not a puppet.

Charity had no problem speaking her mind with him.

“Now?” he asked, her edgy orders both arousing him and mildly annoying him. She’d been just hot and cold enough with him that he wasn’t sure she was entitled to be calling the shots. He certainly wasn’t used to it. “How much time are you giving me? Do I have at least five minutes?”

He slid his hand up under her skirt over smooth, warm skin. Normally he wasn’t big on voyeurism, given he was on the public’s radar, and it was easy enough to get busted even when you thought you wouldn’t be, but he couldn’t resist stroking over Charity’s panties, unable to back down from her obvious challenge.

She bit his ear in response. Holy shit. That spurred him on to tug the lace aside and slip his finger into her wet heat. And wet she was. Damn. He felt his nostrils flare and his cock harden as he stroked her, her pleasure obvious from the way her eyes rolled back and her breath caught. Her hand landed on him, and her rhythm quickly matched his, while their mouths melted together with an ease, yet ferocity, that was new to Cooper.

He’d kissed a lot of women. But it had been a long time since he’d been this bowled over by a mere mating of his mouth with a woman’s.

“As long as it takes,” she murmured in his ear, knee shifting so he had better access under her skirt. “But before I freeze to death.”

She wasn’t playing around. “Is that a challenge?”

“It’s an order.”

Fuck. No one had ever said that to him. “Yes, ma’am,” he said. With the pressure on, he focused entirely on pleasing her, angling his finger deeper inside her and listening for her reactions to his touch so he could adjust accordingly. With his other hand he cupped her breast and angled his body so that if someone happened upon them in the bushes they wouldn’t see Charity’s body or her face. No one needed to see her orgasm but him. “Does that feel good?” he asked.

“It’s alright.” But her breathing revealed it was way more than just okay.

He caressed her clitoris with his thumb, enjoying the way she started to rock onto his touch, her fingers gripping his biceps tightly for support. There were a whole lot of dirty things he wanted to say to her, but he could wait two minutes, not wanting to distract her. Instead, he let his fingers do the talking. He gently pinched the swollen button before taking two fingers deep inside her, thumb still on her clit. She bit her lip, eyes closed, and popped off a tight, quick orgasm.

Cooper gave a smile of satisfaction. It felt good to beat the deadline, to know he had met her demanding challenge. He smoothed her skirt down over her thighs and gave her a rough kiss. Her grip on his arms had relaxed and she opened her eyes.

“Not bad,” she said, with a saucy smile.

Cooper gave a laugh. “Oh, really? Glad it didn’t totally suck for you.” But it did make him want to smack her on the ass, to see her jump, to wipe that smirk off her face and replace it with renewed desire. He wanted her to lose her mind, to beg, to plead for release. At his touch.

There was a thick taste of desire in his mouth, the need to touch her further, to strip her naked, forcing all his muscles to tense.

“I want more,” she said, tugging on his hand, actually pushing it back down over her thighs.

The hell with that. He was taking her inside where two could play this game. “Come on.” He pulled her off the wall, aware of the goose bumps across her chest and the pink in her cheeks from both arousal and the cool air. “We’re going in.”

He tugged; she resisted.

“Kiss me first.”

He gave a soft laugh. It was a hell of a turn-on, her demanding attitude, and he was going to enjoy battling her for domination. She clearly wanted the last word.

“I’m the one in the driver’s seat, sweetheart.” He tugged her again and gave her a light smack on the ass to get her moving.

She moved past the bushes and shot him an indignant look over her shoulder. “We’re not on the track, Brickman. We do this my way.”

As he stared at her long, long legs in that short skirt, her strappy high heels making him imagine what it would be like to take her just in those, he briefly wondered if she was into something he wasn’t going to like. He wasn’t interested in crawling across the floor. Nor would he let her have that kind of control.

Cooper pulled the door to the inn open and gestured for her to go in. “Think of yourself as the crew chief. You can spot for me and call out hazards, but ultimately the decision is mine whether to go low or high.”

But that seemed to amuse her. “We’ll see. And don’t talk to me in driving analogies. I’m no pit lizard. I don’t think it’s cute.”

Oh, she was definitely pushing her luck.

Cooper was so turned on he wasn’t sure he could take another step.

But he was sure he was about to thoroughly enjoy himself.

“Where’s your room?” she asked, heading to the elevator without waiting for him.

“Fifth floor.” The elevator doors opened and after they were in and he’d pushed the button, Cooper crowded Charity against the wall, staring down at her, trying to read her expression, figure her out.