Drive: Cougars, Cars and Kink, Book 1 by Teresa Noelle Roberts Read Free Book Online Page A

Falmouth.
    He figured food would help him keep his hands off Suzanne until he had answers for her, or at least until he could say he’d asked the right people some of the right questions and they were on their way to getting answers.
    The good intentions dissolved when he saw how lost she looked, how frightened and at the same time, how eager.
    He touched her shoulder, more tentatively than he yearned to, more tentatively than he would have if the day hadn’t been so weird and fraught. “Suzanne…” He wanted to say the right thing, but words were failing him.
    For a second, not even that, he stroked the fiery silk of her ponytail and repeated to himself everything his father had ever impressed upon him about how to treat a lady.
    But when she raised her face, looked at him with big eyes, frightened and confused and yet heated, all his father’s wise words blurred into so much noise, drowned out by the roar of his blood. The combination of fright and confusion and lust was potent for a man with his needs, his fetishes, even knowing that while the spark of attraction between them was real, the nervous bewilderment wasn’t the happy nerves of anticipating a scene with a new Dom. “God, you’re lovely,” he breathed. He imagined his hands on the amazing body of hers. Imagined losing that cute sunshine yellow shirt, peeling off her jeans, experiencing more of her sleek skin.
    Imagined himself spanking that fine, firm ass.
    His last bit of sense asserted himself with that idea. No. Too soon. Even if he sensed that energy from her. Even if he could smell her need, felt the way she was trembling. Down the road, sure, but this didn’t feel like the right time for opening that door, the negotiating, asking all the delicate questions a Dom should ask with a new playmate, especially one who might be inexperienced. Let them taste each other tonight—he didn’t think he could help himself if she was as willing as she seemed—and figure out the rest later, when he’d had a chance to follow up on the creepers and put both their minds at ease.
    Except she looked up with him with those big eyes and pleaded. “Touch me, Neil. Touch me like I think you want to.”
    He had to ask, had to make sure they were on the same page, even though his blood roared and his dick screamed for him to just do it. Grab her. Take her.
    “Like you’re in charge.” She swallowed hard. He saw the muscles shift in her throat and it was unspeakably sexy, that show of nerves not in the face of would-be stalkers but the prospect of him and her, of him topping her. “Because I want you to be right now. When you grabbed my wrist in the car, I started shaking, and it wasn’t just nerves. I melted. My panties got soaked. And I’m scared half to death about what’s going on because it just doesn’t make any sense but I’m still melted, thinking about you handling me like that, about giving me orders in that growly voice. Maybe hurting me in good ways.”
    “Have you played this way—BDSM?”
    Suzanne dropped her gaze briefly, as if considering, then looked back at him. “Not in about a million years.”
    He snorted. “You have a few years on me, sure, but you’re not that much older.”
    “Since before I was married, which seems like a million years ago. Just experimenting, I guess, nothing really hardcore, but I loved it. Then I met Frank and he wasn’t into it. I thought maybe he’d change his mind, but he never did.” A deep breath. “I want this, Neil. Need this. I may be rusty, but I know what I’m doing. Know what I want to be doing, at least.”
    Finally, given permission to follow his instincts, he let one hand slide to that tempting firm ass and grabbed it. The other stayed in her hair, but gripped that ponytail, using it in the way—one of the ways—he’d been imagining ever since he saw it, pulling her head back, tugging hard. For a second he watched a lust-charged smile bloom across her face.
    Yeah, she liked this.
    Then he