On the other hand, she had been brought up to think of sex as something to be avoided at all costs. She was to remain a virgin until her wedding night and even after that, it was implied that she should only have sex for procreation. It wasn’t stated so much as just grunted whenever her father had even broached the subject of sex. “Don’t let a man touch you!” he’d arbitrarily say while passing her or her sister Marissa in the hallways. Or over dinner, “Make sure your dates keep their hands to themselves! Or I’ll make sure they don’t touch anyone else. Got it?”
She and her sister had sometimes chuckled at his adamant stand on sexual encounters, but until this moment, she’d never understood how deeply ingrained her father’s words had gone into her subconscious. Of course, no man had ever gotten close enough to her for her to even consider that aspect of her personality.
As they separated, Drake kept a sharp eye on her. “Okay, you’re not going to come home with me so I can make love to you for the rest of the day and well into the night. I’ll accept that for now,” he said but kept close, leaving barely an inch between their bodies. “However, I’m not going to allow you to stay here and work all day. There are much more important things to do with a Saturday.” With that, he took her hand and pulled her out of her office.
Sierra glanced back at her drafting board, her eyes looking at the plans with longing because they were safe and didn’t have a dangerous history. They were benign while Drake was anything but! “I really need to work out this detail,” she tried to argue, but his good humor was just too infectious.
He pressed the elevator button then leaned against the wall, pressing against her and smiling when her eyes widened with surprise. “Nope. A brain needs time to recuperate after a long work week and you’ve been spending too many hours in the office.” He stopped and looked down at her. “I’ve been watching you.” He said it with mock seriousness, but she could tell that, underneath his humor, he was serious. What he might have been watching was up for debate but she’d prefer to keep it innocent. Especially since her body was still singing with anticipation after that last kiss.
“I don’t think….”
“No way. I’ve been watching you and you’ are going to burn out. You’re coming with me today,” he ordered as they walked out of the elevator and pressed the security button that would release the lock on the lobby doorway. “And stop arguing. This will be perfect for you.” He looked her up and down. “The jeans will work, but you can’t wear that sweater.”
His hands started to reach for her and Sierra laughed when she thought he might just take off her sweater. “Don’t you dare,” she ordered, pointing at him with a warning finger. He didn’t acknowledge her warning tone though. He simply took her finger in his hand and pulled her closer.
“You know I love it when you dare me to do something. You’re pretty cute, but daring me only makes me more determined.”
She laughed again, thinking he was teasing her. But when one of his eyebrows went up, she thought he might be serious, which only made her laugh harder. “Okay, warning taken, absorbed and processed.”
“Good. So now let’s figure out what we’re going to do with your inappropriate clothing choices.”
She looked down at her simple sweater and her neat pair of jeans, both of which were perfectly appropriate for working on a Saturday. “What’s wrong with my clothes?”
He leered at her. “Besides the fact that they aren’t laying on the floor beside my bed?” he asked her. He didn’t wait for an answer but continued, “Well, they simply won’t work for what we’re going to do today.”
She ignored his comment about the first part of his statement and focused on the second part. “I was perfectly content working in the office. So as far as I’m concerned, my clothes are fine.” She crossed her arms over her chest and jutted out her chin, but there was still amusement in her eyes.
He grinned slightly, his eyes glancing down. With her arms like that, it pushed her breasts up higher, showing him just a touch of cleavage. “You’re cute when you get all stubborn like that. I like it.”
She rolled her eyes. “And you’re avoiding my question.”
It was a bright, sunny day with the fresh, fall air making everything seem possible. “It rained last night,” he said and opened the door to a big, brown truck. “The conditions are perfect for what I have planned today.” With that, he lifted her into the seat of the truck and slammed the door shut.
When he pulled himself up into the driver’s seat, she couldn’t stop her eyes from noticing his broad shoulders and those muscular thighs once again. “Where’s the black car you were driving last night?” she asked, only slightly flustered because of his hands on her waist and images of those shoulders without the flannel shirt covering them. She considered that progress and was gaining confidence about being around him.
As Sierra fastened her seatbelt, she was struck by how eager, excited he was by whatever he had planned for today. When he got inside next to her, she looked at him cautiously. “What are your plans today?”
“My priority today,” he stopped as he turned over the engine and shrugged slightly, “well, my priority every day lately is to have you screaming out my name as we make love together. But since that’s on the back burner for the moment,” he ignored her attempt to interrupt him as he continued, “we’re going out to the tracks.”
He expertly maneuvered the enormous truck through the parking lot. Tracks? A racetrack? Why would she need to change out of her sweater simply to attend a racetrack? “What do you mean? What tracks are you going to?”
He grinned at her attempt to distance herself from his plans. “You’re coming with me so stop using the term as if I’m leaving you behind. You’re going to love this. I promise.”
“If I’m going to love it so much, why won’t you tell me what’s going on? And why did you feel the need to wait until we’re on the highway before you give me any kind of clue except that my clothes aren’t appropriate? That could mean anything from needing a ball gown to a bathing suit.”
He glanced over at her and she instantly saw the salacious thought racing through his mind. “A bathing suit sounds like a great idea. I’ll have to work that into my plans. Unfortunately, I hadn’t thought of that in advance or I’d have gotten you out to the beach somewhere.”