Pole Position (Country Roads 2)

“Yes,” she replied, yawning. “I just made myself at home.”

“This has always been your home,” he told her, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Did you find everything you need?”

She grinned. “Yes. I found everything just fine.”

“Good,” he said, somewhat nervous and unsure why she scared him to death.

She rose to her knees and knelt behind him. Her arms draped over his shoulders and she said, “Colt, tell me something. Why didn’t you come to another race? You could’ve tried to find me at any given time and you didn’t. Why?”

He thought about the question carefully before he answered. “Years ago, we dealt with losing you. Not having you in our lives was a hard thing to get over. There was something about you that took hold of my heart, and I couldn’t come to terms with it when you weren’t around anymore.

“I used to think I saw you everywhere after they took you away from us, and it was just too hard to think about seeing you again. Brant and I discussed it every now and again. We thought of you a lot and often wondered if you thought of us, too.”

She lowered her lips to his ear and said, “I thought of you every day and every night.”

Her hot breath licked at his skin and his lobe was numb where her lips had been. He held his breath and wondered what kind of man could look at a woman years earlier as a child in need and see her now as a woman who was the only woman capable of satisfying his insatiable desires.

Reaching across his body, he brought her around to his lap and brushed the golden locks away from her brow. “It’s now or never, I suppose.”

“Now seems like a fine time, if you ask me,” she said, a slow smile claiming her lips.

His lips met hers and he kissed her gently, his tongue wedging inside her mouth as he made an initial claiming and did his best to make the kiss their own.

She moaned as he pampered the full texture of her lips, dragging his mouth back and forth. When they parted ways, he said, “Now I know what I’ve been waiting for.”

“What’s that?” she asked, searching his eyes.

“This,” he said, kissing her again. He was going to love her for the rest of his life. There wasn’t a question in his mind. But he wasn’t ready to tell her about that, at least not yet.

Chapter Thirteen

Colt planned to love her until the day after tomorrow. Princess wouldn’t say no, because she wasn’t about to stop a good thing. She had become the kind of woman who knew what she wanted and had the brass behind her to go for it, just push and push until she ended up with precisely what she desired.

He’d seen that for himself as he watched her on the track. She never said die, and she was competitive enough to take and take until everyone out there on the track just moved out of her way. It was as if they feared and respected her. And why not? She was a force to be reckoned with, precisely the kind of woman Colt enjoyed.

Princess raked her fingers through his hair, drawing him closer. Her lips crashed against his. They didn’t meet in the middle somewhere, hesitate, and then come together as if they realized they were about to make a mistake. Oh no, Princess was hungry. She was starving.

She’d waited for them to find her again, and she had every intention of loving them to the finish. There wasn’t a doubt in Colt’s mind or he wouldn’t have held her in his arms and promised to make her his woman.

Bracketing his arms around her waist, he lifted her to him. He cupped her bottom, slid his hands down to grip her hips, and held her locked legs behind his waist. They had all night, and he planned to take his time and do this thing right.

His hard dick pressed against his jeans. As much as he wanted inside the little vixen, he was determined to take thing slow. Patience might kill him but damn it to hell, Princess deserved a man with a gentle hand, one who wasn’t only interested in one thing—getting in between those sexy, soft thighs.

He grunted at that, and she looked up at him. Her blue eyes filled to the brim with pure desire. His heart raced and he kissed the tip of her nose. “I swear, once I get my dick inside you, I may stay forever.”

She laughed, that precious little giggle warming him from his head down to his toes. “Colt, I love you, but I’d probably prefer it if you just visit every now and again rather than plant firm roots and just swell and grow when it’s the right season.”

Laughter filled the room again—his and hers. Once more, she ignited a fire within his soul that he never knew existed except when she was in his arms. Under normal circumstances, Colt would’ve felt like he was in trouble. He would’ve been running for the hills. With Princess, he knew what he wanted. He longed for her. He wanted to love and cherish her. She owned a part of him and that would never change.

The lights were turned down low in the bedroom. Romance lingered in the air. He looked into her eyes and found a lover’s gaze. She was softer now, more feminine than she’d been when she’d first slid out from behind the wheel of that stock car. While he’d found her incredibly sexy and quite irresistible then, there was something different about her now.

“Are you nervous?” he asked, pushing her back to the bed.

“Are you kidding?” she fired right back.

“You are.”

“Scared to death,” she admitted.