Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [28]
She really needed to ask him where he worked.
Wherever it was, pizza just wouldn’t cut it. Caviar, maybe—though Annie had never tasted it, and had no desire to.
“Or have you changed your mind about that third date requirement?” he asked, sounding hopeful as he stepped inside.
Annie pushed the door closed, then looked up at him, wanting suddenly to lean up on tiptoe and nibble on that little gold stud in his ear. “This wasn’t intentional. I wasn’t sure what to wear,” she replied.
Her voice was shaky, her attention still on that tiny nub of gold. She had absolutely no doubt that if she nibbled, he’d have her on her back in two minutes flat.
So take a bite.
“Please tell me you’re not one of those women.”
“Those women?”
“I mean, I’m not going to have to stand here for an hour while you try on everything in your closet and get my opinion?” His expression suddenly wolfish, he added, “Though, of course, if you want my opinion on what to wear under your dress, I’d be happy to oblige.”
Hmm. Tempting. Especially since she was wearing a peach-colored bra and panty set that brought a warm glow to her skin.
Forget it. You’re being careful now, remember? Three dates isn’t too much to expect.
Yeah, yeah. The woman who’d been knocked down by romance recently knew the little voice of caution was right.
The one who hadn’t had a lover in a year—and was looking at the sexiest man she’d ever seen—was saying, “Screw it.” Especially since she knew Sean would only be around through this weekend. Then he’d be leaving, gone back to…wherever. Exiting her life as quickly and decisively as he’d entered it.
The realization stung, hitting her hard somewhere deep inside, where she shouldn’t already be affected by a near-stranger.
So do it. Take him while you’ve got the chance.
God, it was tempting. And if it hadn’t been for her recent experience with Blake, she might well have done it. As it was, however, she just couldn’t. “I think I can manage. I’ll dress quickly and we can go.”
He wasn’t paying attention. Sean’s gaze had moved down and his clenched jaw and stiffened shoulders told her he was definitely affected by what he saw.
She glanced down and realized why. Her mouth might have been saying they needed to go, but her hands obviously hadn’t gotten the message. Because she’d released her grip on the edges of the robe. The silky fabric had slid apart, deepening the vee. It now extended all the way down to the loose tie at the waist, revealing her bra…and a whole lot of skin.
“Peach,” he whispered. “My new favorite.”
Sean stared at her with such raw want, such masculine intensity, she didn’t know whether to be drawn forward, or intimidated into stepping back.
She simply wasn’t used to it. Annie Davis, the glorified babysitter, just wasn’t the type to inspire the kind of raw desire she saw in this man’s eyes. And while it thrilled her, it also scared her half to death. Because all her protestations about being careful and going slow were on the verge of flying out the window.
“I have to taste you,” he said.
And there they went.
Sean eliminated the space between them without another word. He walked right into her mouth, capturing her lips with his, his tongue plunging fast and deep.
Already shaking from the pleasure of it, Annie lifted her arms to encircle his neck, and tilted her head for more. More heat, more wild thrusts, more sensation.
His big, strong hands separated the robe, pushing it wide so he could stroke her waist. His fingers skimmed up her body, scraping across her midriff, then sliding around to capture her hips. He tugged her against him, until Annie could feel the big, hard ridge of his erection pressing against her.
Pure, undiluted need flooded her. Her panties tightened against her sex, and she arched harder against him, desperate for more. “Sean,” she groaned against his mouth.
He kissed his way along her jaw and down, licking, tasting, even biting a little as he reached her neck. Every touch brought another quiver, each taste sending another