“Shit.” His expletive had her flinching as he turned in his seat and quickly fixed it for her.
Tears gathered in her eyes. Her body still hummed with desire and she was terribly afraid he was going to be disappointed in her now. No mature, sophisticated woman couldn’t button her own dress at this point.
Then Brock was tilting her face, his lips taking hers in a kiss so hot, so furious, she reeled under the invasion. Her arms went around his shoulders again, her lips opening, her tongue twining desperately with his.
“Enough,” he growled, jerking away from her. “Dammit, we’ll both be lucky if I make it out of town before I bury myself inside you.”
The jeep pulled out of the driveway with a squeal of tires. Sarah sat silently, still in shock, still pulsing with lust. He was taking her to the ranch? Dear God, was she insane? What had happened to her night of passion? Why had it suddenly gone to hell? She sighed deeply. Mark. He had ruined this night just as he had ruined every night of her life since she married him. Someone needed to shoot him and put the world out of the misery he brought to it.
CHAPTER FOUR
Brock couldn’t believe the ending to this night. He was hard, hurting, achingly aware of the quiet young woman sitting in the seat beside him, twisting her hands nervously as she sneaked long looks in his direction. He knew she was worried, confused. She didn’t understand why he was taking her back to the ranch and in the heat of the moment had agreed. He knew she now doubted that decision.
“There’s a motel up here on the right. About four or five miles,” she said hesitantly. Yep, definitely reconsidering. “You could just drop me off there.”
Oh yeah, he was really going to do that one, he thought sarcastically. He kept it to himself though. Sarah seemed to be riding the edge of panic right now, and he’d be damned if he could stand it if she started crying. The one time she had cried on him had broke what little had been left of his heart.
“Those beds are back breakers,” he growled. “When I get inside you, Sarah, I don’t want you sinking to the floor. I want you in place beneath me.”
He heard her breath catch. Her br**sts rose sharply, whether in shock or arousal he wasn’t sure.
“This is so unreal.” She shook her head on a disgusted sigh. “I just don’t understand how this stuff always happens to me.”
Brock glanced over at her with a slight frown.
“You and your husband need to schedule better,” he grumped testily, wondering if he was insane.
What the hell was he doing messing with a married woman? They were trouble and jealous husbands could literally be a pain in the ass. Mark Tate wasn’t known for his intelligence anyway, especially in regards to keeping his little wife tucked away at home while he dallied with the local talent. But first chance Brock had, what had he done? He went for her. Now he had her and he would be damned if he would let her go back to that son of a bitch.
“He’s not my husband.” She surprised him by flashing him an angry look. “We’re divorced. And why
don’t you have better sense than to be messing with a married woman?” She threw his thoughts in his face.
That flare of assertiveness, the flash of independence made his erection throb like a toothache beneath his pants. Damn, he bet she would be a firecracker in bed. Hell, he knew she would be. She had damned near burned him alive six years before. He hadn’t even penetrated her with his c**k and he had felt as though he were holding live fire.
“It depends on who the married woman is,” he told her softly. He would have f**ked her anytime, anywhere, no matter how many husbands she had. “You, Sarah-love, I would have had no resistance to, married or not. But remember the fact, I waited until you seemed receptive.”
“Receptive?” She questioned him incredulously. “I was not receptive. I was minding my own business—”
“You were eating me up with your eyes.” He grinned, remembering that shy, hungry look she had given him across the smoky bar.
“I was not,” she gasped, shocked.
When he looked over at her, her soft, golden brown eyes were widened in shock, her face pale in the dimly lit confines of the jeep. The silken sweep of honey gold hair was in disarray around her face, falling to her shoulders in tawny waves of splendor that begged him to reach out and touch.
“Oh yes, you were,” he growled, fighting the need to touch. “With those lashes lowered just so much, and your golden eyes begging me to f**k you. I’ve stayed away from you for years, just because you were married and didn’t seem willing. But you were more than willing tonight, baby.”
So willing the pulse of her release to his oral ministrations flowed soft and sweet into his hungry mouth.
The taste was addictive. Like nectar. Like the sweetest honeyed drug. He had spent six years trying to forget her taste and he still awoke with the essence of it in his mouth, his c**k throbbing in response to the memory of her heat.
“You’re insane.” Anger lined every curve of her body and vibrated in her soft voice. “I refuse to go any further with you. Take me to the motel.”
Flushed with indignation, he could feel the waves of anger pouring off her. He couldn’t understand why she should be so angry. She wanted him. It was something he had waited on for a long time, so what was the problem?
“You’ll come back to the ranch with me—”
“I refuse to go to bed with you now,” she told him furiously.
Frustration had him casting her a frowning look as one hand raked impatiently through his hair.
“Okay, so we’ll do it on a couch, the kitchen table, whatever. I’m adaptable.”
Actually, the thought of either place was more than satisfactory. As long as he could hold her to him and take her in the ways he had dreamed.
“Kitchen table?” He wanted to smile at the amazement in her voice, but he had a feeling that would just invoke her ire once again.
He looked over at her again, barely containing a groan at the reluctant fascination in her voice.
“Yeah. We have a pool table, too.” He grinned, wondering if she knew how pretty she was with that deep blush mounting her pale cheeks. Then a sudden thought hit him. “You are on the pill. Right?”
She shook her head. Disappointment raged through him. There was nothing he wanted more than to pound into Sarah until his c**k exploded, filling her with his sperm.