Free Sweet Carolina by Roz Lee Page A

tasted, or felt, like this. Like his
Carolina. Sweet. Hot. Magnificent. Perfection.
    His head pounded, muffled by the roar of
blood past his ears on its way south. Caro's fingers tightened in
his hair and she tugged hard, dislodging him. He cursed and pulled
her close with a hand at her back. He wasn't through. He'd never
get enough of her unique taste.
    “Dell,” she said. The urgency in her tone and
the sharp tug on the back of his skull got his attention. Blood
still rushed past his ears, his scalp hurt, and the pounding – was
coming from outside his skull. “Someone's at the door. We have
to…”
    “Get dressed, Caro,” he finished for her. He
grabbed the undershirts off the floor, handing her one as he jammed
his arms into his suit.
    “Be right there,” he called to whomever was
at the door. Thank God, whoever it was had the decency to knock
instead of barging in. He zipped his suit and fisted his undershirt
in his hand. He helped Caro fasten her collar back in place, and
when she was all dressed, he dipped his head for one last kiss.
    “We aren't through,” he said, liking the
flush on her cheeks and the way her lips looked after he tasted
them. “Come in,” he called.
    Caro turned her back to the door, grabbed the
race book from today's race and began to study it as the door
opened. Russell stepped inside.
    “The car passed inspection. We'll be loaded
in a few minutes,” he said.
    “Thanks, Russell,” she said without turning.
“Is the chopper ready? Dell and I need to get back to the hotel so
we can get cleaned up and on the road.”
    “Chopper's waiting for you. I've got a cart
outside to take you to it.”
    Dell moved to the door. “Thanks, Russell.
We'll be right there.”
    Russell glanced from Dell to Caro and back
again to the undershirt fisted in Dell's hand. He moved to the
door. “Okay, then.”
    Dell closed and locked the door. “You okay?”
he asked.
    Caro turned. Her lips were puffy and her
cheeks still held a healthy glow from their encounter. “I'm fine.
We need to go. It's a long way to Las Vegas.” She headed for the
door and Dell blocked her way.
    “We aren't through, Caro.”
    “Yes, we are, Dell. We can't do this…you're a
driver, and I own this team. It's not…we can't…”
    He almost felt sorry for her, but if she'd
felt half the passion he did, she had to know this wasn't something
they could ignore. But he wouldn't push her to do something she
wasn't ready to do. “Okay, Caro. We'll do this your way, for now.
But we aren't through – far from it.”

 
     
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
     
    Caro reached for the door latch, and Dell let
her go. She'd never… Never felt anything like the toe curling,
bone-melting heat that ravaged her body. Never dreamed she could
want…need anything as bad as she wanted and needed Dell Wayne.
Thank God, Russell came looking for them, or no telling how far she
would have let it go. Even now, her breasts craved his touch, and
other places ached for what might have been.
    Wrong. It was so wrong. She wasn't stupid.
Rumors flew around the race circuit faster than a car without a
restrictor plate. You couldn't be a woman in a man's world,
especially one as driven by testosterone as this one, and not be
subject to improper conjecture: but there was no reason to add
reality to the fiction. She. Would. Not.
    She scooted to the far side of the bench as
Dell climbed into the electric cart beside her. She. Would. Not.
Touch him. No matter how badly her fingers itched to feel all those
hard muscles again. Oh, God. Why did it have to be Dell Wayne?
    The chopper ride to the resort north of
Phoenix took a lifetime, and when she met Dell later for dinner,
she realized cold showers were totally overrated. One heated look
from those blue eyes of his, and every want, every need came
rushing back, only hotter and more urgent than before. She took the
seat across the table from him, determined to put as much distance
as possible between them.
    “We