Heated Rush Part 17

Soon after leaving the main road-and the few streetlights-behind them, they were traveling down a windy, tree-shaded lane. Darkness had almost completely enveloped them. They were entirely alone, a few miles from any building, surrounded by fields and pastures. Only local farmers used this road by day, and no one had any reason to use it at night.

It was good enough. Separated from the rest of the world by distance and trees and fields and darkness, they could finally give in to the pulsing hunger that had been dancing between them. It had been banked, put away since their last deep, wet kiss to mark their mutual o.r.g.a.s.ms the night before in her office. Now they were going to have a chance to let their hunger come out and play in the moonlight.

"I want that moonlight," she whispered. She looked up at the canopy of trees above the open roof of the convertible, seeing only glimpses of golden light here and there where the thick leaves left occasional gaps.

Too dark. Annie knew she wouldn't be satisfied with frantic, frenzied blind touches. She wanted to see him. To experience everything. This road would not do.

"Up ahead there's a small dirt path. Turn right."

He didn't question her again, but leaned forward in his seat, as if silently urging the car to get to their destination more quickly on the windy, unmarked road.

"This third-date rule of yours," he asked as he carefully took the appropriate turn, onto a lane even more rough and narrow than the one they'd been traveling. "Is it like one-two-three, then then go? Or do you go go? Or do you go on on three?" three?"

Unable to believe the man could make her laugh when she was a bundle of overs.e.xed nerves, she replied, "In case you forgot, we kind of threw the third-date rule out the window last night."

"Oh, I hadn't forgotten, darlin'." He grabbed her hand, still twined in his hair, and brought her fingers to his mouth. Lightly biting the tip of one, he murmured, "But I honestly considered last night more of a quick appetizer." He shook his head. "No, not even that...just an hors d'oeuvre. If this is the official end of the waiting, we're going to be having a nine-course feast feast."

She s.h.i.+vered, getting the picture. He was right. There was so much they hadn't done last night. And she was every bit as anxious to do them as Sean.

In thirty minutes?

h.e.l.l. Maybe the family would stay longer. When they left, her Great Aunt Trudy had been winding up to tell stories about her old USO days. That could go on for ages.

Besides, it was her parents' anniversary. Surely they wouldn't wait up for her, like they had when Annie was a teenager. And deep in her heart, she hoped they still had the kind of intimate marriage that would demand that they slip away to their room for a private celebration. Even if she so so didn't want to think about the details. didn't want to think about the details.

"Here!" she said, realizing they'd just reached the perfect spot. The dirt lane had curved up through the woods, coming out at the top of a hill. They burst from beneath the trees like a train emerging from a dark tunnel.

Though entirely deserted and uncultivated, the area had been cleared long ago. Nothing came between the moonlight and their bodies. No shadows to interfere with their visual enjoyment of each other. Nothing but the night breeze faintly stirring the dry gra.s.s all around them. And the two of them, Annie and Sean, sitting beneath a glorious umbrella of midnight blue sky dotted with a million sparkling stars.

"Beautiful spot," Sean said, looking down at the vista falling away from the front of the car, and then up at the universe spread in an artist's palette above them.

She could have agreed, could have talked about the view. But those thirty minutes were pus.h.i.+ng her, and the hunger she'd suppressed for the past twenty-four hours was rising up from deep inside, ready to consume her. She hadn't brought this man out here on what could be their last full night together to admire the view.

He reached for her. "Annie..."

She didn't hesitate, sliding one leg over his lap to straddle him in the driver's seat. Twining her fingers in his hair, she covered his mouth with hers, her tongue plunging wildly, demanding his attention. He gave it, tasting her just as deeply, just as intensely. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her so tight against his rock-hard erection she couldn't even move.

Well, not much. She moved a little-up and down, rubbing on him, needing the sensation there...and, oh, G.o.d, there. there.

"Not tonight," he growled, holding her still, keeping her from riding him anymore. "I said a nine-course feast, darlin', not a fast-food drive-thru."

"The time..."

"f.u.c.k the time, Annie." He buried his face in her throat, sc.r.a.ping his teeth along her collarbone. "I'm having you, I'm having all of you. And if we show up at your parents place in three hours with your hair a mess, red marks on your throat, my fingerprints on your thighs and your lipstick on my pants, I honestly won't give a d.a.m.n."

Red marks...fingerprints...and, oh, lipstick. What a delicious litany of images flashed through her mind. She wanted all of the above. As many times as she could get them in the short time they had.

Short time. Tonight. Tomorrow. That's all.

Annie pushed the hurtful thought away. She didn't want to even consider that a period she'd begun to think could be the most amazing time in her life could be over almost as quickly as it had begun. Or that she'd wasted the first few days of it with silly rules about third dates.

Almost desperate to take what she could, Annie kissed him again, tasting in lazy thrusts this time. Without even breaking the connection, she felt Sean reach for the door handle and open it. Annie immediately took advantage, sliding her cramped right leg down and out.

She'd a.s.sumed he'd been making her more comfortable. She did not not expect him to encircle her waist and step out of the car, his hands under her b.u.t.t, her legs wrapping around his hips. "Sean?" expect him to encircle her waist and step out of the car, his hands under her b.u.t.t, her legs wrapping around his hips. "Sean?"

"Slight change of position," he muttered. Not explaining, he turned them around, backing her into the car this time. But instead of pus.h.i.+ng her down onto the seat he'd just left, he lifted her higher, positioning her on the back hood, with her bare legs dangling down inside the car, resting against the two seats. Then he parted them.

Mmm. Much better. "I like the way you think."

His eyes glittered. "You're really going to like this."

He knelt on the seats in front of her, his face level with her middle. Annie looked down at him, running the tips of her fingers along the moonlit highlights in his hair, watching as he began to unb.u.t.ton her blouse from the bottom up.

With every b.u.t.ton he unfastened, he kissed a spot of the skin he uncovered. Starting at her belly. Moving up, over her midriff. To the under-curves of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

"Sean," she groaned, wis.h.i.+ng he could hurry up, wanting his mouth and his hands and that incredible erection she'd had deep inside her body the night before.

If he stood on the seats, she could have it right where she most wanted it. She could taste and lick and suck until he was as out of his mind as anyone could possibly get.

Annie wasn't the queen of oral s.e.x. But if desire was enough, she knew she could pleasure this man until he wouldn't be able to remember his own name.

He wouldn't be rushed, however. Not this time.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered. "For the rest of my life, I will never again smell peaches without thinking of you." He pushed the blouse off her shoulders, letting it fall to the lid of the trunk. "Of this."

He unfastened the front clasp of her bra between one slow stroke of his tongue against her cleavage and the next. And when it fell away, he moved that tongue, that incredible mouth, to her pebbled nipple. But before tasting her, giving her the intimate kiss she needed, he sc.r.a.ped the side of his rough cheek against it. Annie quivered and reflexively clenched her legs together, wondering how a little touch on one small part of her body could spread to every other inch of her. His lean hips were between her legs, so she couldn't clench far-just enough to hold him tight and keep him there.

He finally licked the aching tip of one breast, his flat tongue providing a smooth, velvety caress. The taste left moisture in its wake, which the night breeze rolled across to make her s.h.i.+ver. "Please, Sean."

"Shh, let me. Just let me."

She let him.

Knowing just when to give, and when to move away, Sean made thorough love to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He caressed her, stroked her, filled his hands with her. Suckling one nipple, rubbing the other between his fingertips, he soon had her shaking and thrusting against his lower body. Annie was so wet and aroused she could barely stand the pressure of the hard car against her most intimate parts.

It was a long while before he backed up enough to let her pull his s.h.i.+rt off. Once it was gone, she busied herself stroking the long lines of thick muscle on his shoulders and his upper back. His body was slick with a light coating of sweat caused, she suspected, by the amazing restraint, the efforts he made to keep complete control over what was happening.

"I like your skirt," he whispered as he worked his way down again. "I've been wondering all evening what you had on underneath it."

He was about to find out, and she could hardly wait. But instead of undressing her completely and exploring her that way, he instead touched her through the cloth. He lightly traced the outline of her hip bone and his mouth soon followed his fingers.

Annie couldn't help thrusting up, at least a little, inviting him to go farther. Not, she suspected, that he needed any such invitation. Sean was going to take what he wanted tonight, he'd made that very clear.

The certainty that he wanted to use his mouth on her, to drive her to madness with those lips and that tongue, had her ready to fall off the car in pure s.h.i.+vers of excitement.

He laughed softly at her desperate efforts to demand more, but he didn't give in. Still taking his d.a.m.n sweet time, he moved lower. Tasting, sampling, he heightened the tension even by simply rubbing his cheek against her clothes, but denying her the connection of his mouth on her skin.

He knew that he was driving her mad, and Annie honestly wasn't sure whether she wanted to thank him or bash him in the head for it.

Finally, the tips of his fingers went lower, pressing the soft fabric against the swollen lips of her s.e.x. Sean's mouth quickly followed, and he kissed her softly, gently, as if he was kissing her mouth.

Annie wriggled, shocked by how good it felt. She'd never experienced anything like it. Any previous experience she'd had with oral s.e.x had always been more a perfunctory reciprocation or a quick, guaranteed bit of foreplay designed only to lead to something else. A tongue jabbing at her c.l.i.t so her lover could check that off his list and move on.

This was leading to nothing else. Nothing but her deep-rooted pleasure.

She dropped her head back, looked up at the stars and let him pleasure her. He was so slow, every exhaled breath a deliberate stroke of air flowing across her most sensitive spot. And every inhalation an audible appreciation of the musky scent of her body.

"You taste so good, Annie."

Sean wrapped his hands around her waist, tugging her forward just a little, tilting her so he could delve more deeply into her secrets. With an appreciative groan, he flattened his tongue and licked her right through the flimsy layers of clothes. She gasped as warm, liquid want sluiced to her crevice.

Finally, when she thought she'd go mad with the almost-there touches, Sean pushed her skirt up. He revealed her thighs an inch at a time, kissing his way up her legs. He didn't pause when he reached her panties. Instead, he merely tugged them out of the way with his fingertips, and, without warning, plunged his tongue deep into her.

Annie screamed, jerking up toward him, shocked by how intimate it was. How incredibly erotic.

He slid his tongue in and out, making love to her, something no man had ever done. When he had her good and dripping, Sean moved up to attend to her c.l.i.t, delicately tasting, swirling around it rather than attacking. And she came in a hot bolt of pleasure almost immediately.

She barely noticed when he tugged her clothes off and tossed them to the seat. But she definitely noticed when he removed his own. Because in the low light, his body was G.o.dlike, huge and powerful, almost pagan beneath the full summer moon.

His s.e.x jutted out proudly in front of him, and she went warm and liquid inside, wanting to be filled by it. But she also wanted to taste it-to give him a little of the madness he'd given her. So, without asking, she bent down and licked at its tip, catching the moisture there on her tongue.

He hissed.

"Only fair," she murmured, "that I get a turn."

He said nothing, watching her from above as she sampled him again, licking, rubbing lightly. Until finally she stretched her mouth wide and took as much of him as she could manage.

Sean's hands twined in her hair, his body responding with a slow thrust that appeared completely beyond his control.

Annie took the thrust, swallowed him deeper, laved him with her tongue. Her hands on his lean hips, she dug her fingertips into his tight b.u.t.t, helping him set a rhythm she could handle. Then she urged him with strokes and groans to do what he wanted, to take whatever he needed.

He didn't last long, only a minute or two. Then with a low groan, he pushed her away, tugging her back up until they were face-to-face. She hadn't even had a chance to catch her breath before he covered her mouth and kissed her deeply.

He'd apparently tucked a condom into his pocket before they'd left the house. Or else he merely traveled with them. Annie didn't know, didn't care, she was just blissfully grateful he had one.

Watching him tear it open, she reached down to take it from his hands, wanting to feel the silky-skinned column of heat before it was encased.

"Annie," he warned her as she wrapped her hand around him, tight, stroking up and down.

"I'm going to be coming if you keep that up."

Yeah, right. From what she'd seen of him the night before, the man would be a long time coming.

Annie could hardly wait.

When he was sheathed, she parted her legs more, tugging him closer, wetting him with her body's juices. "Take me, Sean."

"We're getting there," he murmured, not doing as she asked. Instead he pushed her back a little, began to kiss and suckle her b.r.e.a.s.t.s again. And it wasn't until she was panting and arching into his mouth-demanding it harder, deeper, more intense-that he finally eased into her body with a slow, steady thrust.

"Yes!"

She slid down to meet him, pressing her pelvis hard against his, taking it all. And then staying very still, savoring the penetration, not wanting to budge for fear it would be over too soon.

She should have known better. Because, still in complete control, Sean began to move. He whispered sweet things in her ears and kissed her hair as he slowly filled her, then retreated. When the tension increased, he twined his fingers in that hair and muttered his need in a coa.r.s.e, hungry demand, plunging hard and fast.

She couldn't have chosen which she liked more. She liked it all. Wanted it all. And took it all.

Until after what seemed like forever, they both cried out their climaxes to the stars and collapsed down to the seat of the car.

THEY WEREN'T ABLE to say their final goodbyes and get on the road until noon on Sunday. Sean would have liked nothing better than to have left at the crack of dawn and been back in Chicago by eight o'clock. Then to go straight to his hotel and make love to Annie for a good twenty-four hours. to say their final goodbyes and get on the road until noon on Sunday. Sean would have liked nothing better than to have left at the crack of dawn and been back in Chicago by eight o'clock. Then to go straight to his hotel and make love to Annie for a good twenty-four hours.

After that, well, he honestly didn't know. He was supposed to leave tomorrow, supposed to board a jet and fly to Hong Kong. He had a meeting on Wednesday, people were counting on him.

But leaving her...G.o.d, why did the very idea hurt hurt so much? Personal relations.h.i.+ps had never hurt him, aside from the odd twinge of sadness over missing his little sister. But the sharp ache inside him at the thought of exiting Annie's life as quickly as he'd entered it was enough to double him over. so much? Personal relations.h.i.+ps had never hurt him, aside from the odd twinge of sadness over missing his little sister. But the sharp ache inside him at the thought of exiting Annie's life as quickly as he'd entered it was enough to double him over.

"Thank you again for your hospitality," Sean said to Mr. Davis after he'd put Annie's bag in the car. "It was nice meeting you all." He grinned at Annie's three brothers. "Next time, I'll teach you how to play rugby."

Jed, who still sported a black eye from yesterday's supposedly low-contact, friendly game, nodded. "Yeah, we're definitely due for another round." The glare might have been threatening, but his tone held a note of respect.

The entire family had walked them to the car, Rex and Radar following the procession like a pair of royal guards. He supposed it was their own fault that the morning had dragged on so long-he and Annie hadn't got back to the house until two in the morning and they'd overslept. So the whole family had been able to arrive in time for the big farewell scene.

"You drive safe now," Mr. Davis said as Sean helped Annie into her seat. "Wear your..."

"I'm on it, Dad," she said, already buckling herself in.

The look in his eye said he wouldn't apologize for trying to keep her safe. Sean recognized it, having seen it on the face of his own father. Not just toward Moira, either. His old man had often visibly worried about Sean's safety growing up.

That his father loved him had never been anything Sean had questioned. Any more than the certainty that Annie's family loved her.

How they showed that love, though, was quite different. Because despite the under-the-breath comments, there had been no scenes, no pleading, no threats or demands. They didn't like the life she'd chosen...but they weren't about to try to force her to change it.

His father could learn something from them.

"Give us a call and let us know you made it home okay, won't you?" Annie's mother asked as she bent to kiss her daughter on the cheek. Then the older woman stroked Annie's hair, and whispered something in her ear, something she obviously didn't want to share with the men of the family. She spoke quietly, obviously relaying more than just well-wishes and love.

From his seat beside her, Sean could feel the way Annie suddenly stiffened. Whatever her mother had said, she hadn't been expecting it.

Curious, he started the car, replied to the fresh shouts of goodbye, then drove down the long lane toward the main road. In the backseat, the cat immediately flung himself down and went to sleep. Annie, meanwhile, remained quiet, lost in thought for the first ten minutes of the ride. He let her be. If she wanted him to know what her mother had whispered, she'd tell him.

Apparently, she did. Because when they reached the highway, she finally said, "She knew."

"What?"

"My mother. She knew you weren't the man I'd been telling her about." She shook her head and reached under her sungla.s.ses to rub at the corners of her eyes. "She knew you weren't Blake."