Heated Rush Part 12

"I want to see you," she whispered.

He wrapped his hands in her hair.

"Taste you."

The hands tightened.

"Swallow you."

"G.o.d in heaven," he groaned.

Finally, knowing she was close to forgetting that d.a.m.ned window again, she rose to her feet. Her fingers laced in his, Annie tugged him with her and hurried back to her office. She'd barely made it through the door when he was on her again, spinning her around and clenching her in his arms. His mouth was ravenous against hers as his tongue plunged deep.

His s.h.i.+rt came off easily between one kiss and the next.

Hers did, too, between one rough caress and the next.

He cupped her face as he pressed a hot kiss on the side of her neck. "It's too dark in here."

Stepping away, she reached for the desk lamp, flipping a switch. Suddenly a warm pool of yellow light banished the blackness and they took the opportunity to devour one another with their eyes.

They stood a foot apart, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. Annie doubted, however, that the man had been struck dumb at the sight of her, as she'd been by him. Especially because he'd seen just about every single bit of it the night before at her apartment.

She hadn't seen him, though. And he took her breath away. Because she didn't think she'd ever beheld anything more perfectly constructed.

It was no wonder his tux had looked tailor-made, because she didn't imagine any off-the-rack size would ever work on the man. Not with the contrast between those strong, thick-muscled shoulders, that broad chest, the slim waist and his lean hips.

A spa.r.s.e whorl of dark, crisp hair highlighted the ridges of muscle beneath his skin, and emphasized the flatness of his stomach as it trailed in a thin line down into his pants. And the man didn't have a six-pack, it had to be at least a twelve.

"What on earth are you you doing with doing with me? me?" she whispered.

He tsked and shook his head, his gaze locked on her body, heat and appreciation s.h.i.+ning from his eyes. "You truly have no idea of your own appeal, do you?"

Lifting one strong hand, he touched her cheek, then stared down at her body. "You are incredibly beautiful," he whispered. "So feminine and delicate."

Annie didn't usually feel feminine and delicate. She reserved those descriptions for pet.i.te females-which she wasn't. Of average height, she had never been the type of woman men towered over. But her wrist had seemed tiny in his big hand, her waist slender when wrapped in his strong arms.

Her s.e.x small and tight around his thick fingers.

"You are everything a woman should be," he murmured, still staring at her.

Her white bra was lacy and pretty, but certainly didn't produce miraculous curves she simply did not possess. Yet he looked at her as if she was woman incarnate. Like he'd die if he didn't get to touch her, taste her.

He confirmed it by lifting her and depositing her right on top of her desk, spreading her thighs so he could step between them. She spared one moment to be grateful that she was impeccably neat and kept almost nothing on top of the big oak surface, then got right back into the moment, tugged there by the need in his voice.

"I could spend hours telling you how attracted I am to you, how much I want you," he admitted as he kissed his way down her neck, "but I'd rather just have have you instead." you instead."

Annie could only moan when he reached around to unfasten her bra, tugging it off her. The dark appreciation in his eyes spoke volumes, told her all the things he hadn't said.

Yes, his way of communicating was very very effective. Because judging by that heat, by his ragged breathing, the flexing of muscle in his chest and arms, and that immense ridge in his trousers, he wanted her effective. Because judging by that heat, by his ragged breathing, the flexing of muscle in his chest and arms, and that immense ridge in his trousers, he wanted her desperately desperately.

He wasn't as wild and unrestrained as he'd been in the other room...but Annie couldn't even think to complain. Not when his mouth felt so good, his lips and tongue tasting a trail across the curve of one breast, then over to the other.

"Please," she whimpered as he continued to avoid her sensitized nipples. They were hard and tilted up toward his mouth in blatant invitation. Yet he didn't give her what she needed, only letting his warm breaths occasionally graze across them.

Annie tightened her legs around his, tugging him closer and sliding against him, up and down, tormenting both of them through their clothes.

"Annie..." he growled.

"Give me what I want and I'll show mercy," she said, dropping her head back until her hair brushed the surface of the desk.

He did, finally covering her nipple and sucking hard. The sensation ignited an invisible power cord inside Annie and she gasped at the power of it. The deliciously ruthless suckling on her breast sent jolt after jolt of pleasure through her body, to land right at the pulsing spot between her legs.

Crying out, she jerked against him, making a liar of herself. Because there was not one ounce of mercy in the wild gyrations of her hips, in the taunting way she rode him. She took mindless pleasure from his rigid c.o.c.k in the only way she could get it, given their state of dress.

"Annie," he groaned. he groaned.

She wound her hands in his hair, tugging him up so she could see those incredible eyes. "Take me, Sean. Now Now." Catching his mouth with hers, she thrust her tongue between his lips and set the hard, pulsing rhythm she wanted him to take up inside her.

"You drive me crazy," he muttered, all resistance disappearing as he thrust against her. He reached for his belt and quickly unfastened it. "Insane." The trousers went down to his hips. "Wild." His dark, form-fitting briefs followed. "Mad."

Annie bit her lip when she saw the big, hard ridge of heat that was about to fill her. She'd had well-built lovers, but none had ever instilled such immediate, greedy l.u.s.t, so that all other thought, all inhibition completely disappeared.

Shaking in antic.i.p.ation, she couldn't keep her hands steady enough to push her own unfastened pants down. Sean quickly did it for her, tugging them-and her tiny panties-off as she lifted her hips from the surface of the desk.

Annie toed her shoes off and kicked her clothes to the floor, then realized Sean was staring down at her, a predatory smile on his sensual mouth.

"I intend to thoroughly explore that beautiful spot," he said, not taking his eyes off her glistening s.e.x, parted and waiting for him. "Later."

The promise was enough to make her rethink her demands that he take her now. Because a thorough exploration of her most sensitive parts from that incredible mouth, that amazing tongue, suddenly sounded like pure heaven.

Then she caught sight of the erection he was covering with a condom he'd produced from his pants pocket. And she licked her lips, knowing what she most wanted right now.

To be completely filled by him.

She wrapped her bare legs around his lean hips, loving the sensation of his rougher skin, the wiry hair of his legs against her smooth inner thighs. Then she tugged him back where she wanted him.

This time, though, he was the one who showed no mercy. Because instead of plunging into her, he slid his erection against the outside lips of her s.e.x. Riding up and down, he drenched himself with her body's moisture, pa.s.sing that ridge of heat over her c.l.i.t until she could hardly breathe.

"Sean!" She arched up, demanding penetration.

He didn't tease her any longer, and she wondered how much effort it had cost him to drag out those intense moments of antic.i.p.ation.

"I know," he muttered.

Then he thrust hard, burying himself inside her. Annie jerked, so deeply penetrated she instinctively slid back on the desk.

"Yes," she cried, falling completely back to lie flat, lacking the strength to even hold herself up. Every bit of energy she had was focused deep inside her, where this incredible man was imprinting himself with hard, slow thrusts.

But even that didn't seem to be enough for him. Without warning, he grabbed her legs, lifting them. Still too caught up in the incredible sensations, she barely realized what he was doing until he'd pressed a kiss on the inside of her calf. Then he slid it up over his shoulder, quickly following with the other.

"Sean...oh," she whimpered, feeling the extra depth of penetration the position provided. The man was. .h.i.tting places in her body she didn't know existed.

And she absolutely loved it.

"Are you all right?" he asked, pausing to make sure she was still with him.

She was. Barely. Most of her had floated away to pleasure island to savor the delicious a.s.sault on every one of her nerve endings. "Most definitely."

"Good." He didn't add them but she heard the words because I'm not stopping because I'm not stopping anyway. anyway.

Sean's need took over. He was slick with sweat, his muscles flexing as he took them both higher. He'd drive hard for a few incredible strokes, then slow his pace, kissing her calf, running the tip of his fingers down the back of her leg. Until she'd twist beneath him, wanting it hard and fast again.

The pleasure was intense, unreal. But it wasn't taking her exactly exactly where she needed to go. And as if he knew that, Sean paused, his c.o.c.k still buried to the hilt inside her, and dropped his hand to her inner thigh. where she needed to go. And as if he knew that, Sean paused, his c.o.c.k still buried to the hilt inside her, and dropped his hand to her inner thigh.

"Come for me, Annie," he whispered, then he stroked her c.l.i.t with his thumb.

She came instantly. As if her body had simply been waiting for his husky, erotic invitation. Screaming slightly, she rode it out, every muscle she had reflexively tightening, then relaxing.

And before she'd even recovered from it, Sean resumed his thrusts, until, within moments, he threw his head back, groaned, and climaxed inside her.

ANNIE INSISTED on driving him back to his hotel. Despite his protests that he could catch a cab, she refused to be dissuaded. on driving him back to his hotel. Despite his protests that he could catch a cab, she refused to be dissuaded.

That was how Sean had found himself sitting inside an American-made minivan that had stuffed toys on the backseat, a pair of baby Nikes dangling from the rearview mirror, and a magnetic door sign proclaiming to the world that he was riding in a kid-mobile. It wasn't his usual mode of conveyance. But he didn't really give a d.a.m.n.

"I wish you'd come up with me," he murmured as Annie pulled up outside his hotel. A doorman eyed them dubiously, but Sean waved him off when he began to walk over to open the door. "Take a nice, hot bath, let me ma.s.sage any muscles that might be a little...sore?"

Annie nibbled on her bottom lip, still swollen from his kisses. He imagined her throat was probably dry and scratchy from all the moaning and screaming she'd been doing, too. He tried to tempt her further. "I can order a bottle of champagne from room service to soothe your throat, help you relax."

"You're very tempting."

He was a professional, he d.a.m.n well should be. Not that he was ready to tell her that. Not now. And considering he honestly didn't think he was ever even going to see her again after this weekend, probably not ever.

He tried to shove away the dismay that came with the mental acknowledgement that theirs was only a one-weekend affair. That's all you have room for That's all you have room for, a voice reminded him. All you've ever wanted. All you've ever wanted.

Or all he'd ever wanted...before now. But he couldn't dwell on that, not yet, not until he had a moment to a.n.a.lyze just what these feelings he was experiencing for Annie really were.

"So you'll...come?" He caressed the final word, knowing that now, with the first heated, intense coupling over with, he'd have the strength to slow down and pleasure her until she was drowning in o.r.g.a.s.ms.

She put the vehicle into Park and turned in her seat to look at him. "You'll seduce me."

"Undoubtedly."

"I'll end up staying the whole night."

"G.o.d, I hope so."

She sighed, as if regretting what she was about to say. Which meant he he was going to regret it. was going to regret it.

"Sean, I can barely bring my thighs together as it is. If I spend a whole night with you, all weekend I'm going to walk like a woman who's been done done to within an inch of her life." to within an inch of her life."

The most masculine part of him couldn't prevent a self-satisfied chuckle at her frank revelation.

She didn't seem to notice. "This weekend's going to be hard enough without me looking so obviously..."

"Satisfied?"

"Gluttonous. Like someone who's gorged herself on something rich and fattening until she can't even move." Like someone who's gorged herself on something rich and fattening until she can't even move."

"That I'd like to see. How much would be too much, do you think?"

Her glare told him she didn't appreciate him making light of the situation. "We have to leave early in the morning if we're going to make lunch, which I promised we would. So I need to go..."

"Take a hot bubble bath and drink a gla.s.s of champagne?" he asked, sounding as innocent as he could.

She thrust a little punch at his upper arm, poking him with a bony knuckle. "Shut up."

"Shutting."

"And get out."

"I must admit, I'm startin' to feel a wee bit used."

Her gasp told him she'd fallen for that, but her subsequent frown told him it hadn't been for long. "Like any single man alive wouldn't want to be used used like that." like that."

"Well, now, I didn't say I didn't like it."

She flipped a b.u.t.ton to unlock all the doors in the van. Probably some protective device to make sure no little heathens tumbled out of the car in the middle of the street. "Go."

Knowing there was no changing her mind, he reached for the door handle. "Fine, fine." Then, certain he wouldn't possibly last throughout the next forty-eight hours without tasting her again, he leaned over and slid his hand into her hair. Pressing a soft kiss on her mouth, he breathed her in, soaked her up, feeling her body relax as she parted her lips in welcome.

A beeping horn intruded, and Sean ended the kiss. "See you in the morning," he said.

She smiled gently. "Early."

"Right."

"Sean?" she asked, her tone husky, her lips moist. "I wish I could stay."

Hearing the genuine regret, he could only echo it. "So do I. Goodnight, Annie." He opened the door and stepped out. "By the way, be prepared to park this charming vehicle here tomorrow morning. I'll be driving."

He would have offered to pick her up at her place, but honestly, Sean was thinking ahead. He liked the idea of her coming back here to the hotel with him late Sunday afternoon...all the better to tempt her to spend the entire night in it.

"I didn't think you had a car!"