Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [29]
“I’ve been dreaming about peaches,” he admitted as he kissed his way down her. Gently pushing her until the backs of her legs reached the edge of the sofa, he lowered her onto the arm of it. “Let me see how sweet you taste.”
The very idea of refusing him was ridiculous. She wanted his mouth on about a hundred different spots on her body—followed by a hundred more.
“Please do,” she whispered, shrugging her shoulders to let the robe fall off. She tossed it away, then lifted her hands to his hair, twining her fingers in its inky black strands.
Sean bent to nuzzle in the seam between her breasts, breathing heavily, as if he wanted to inhale her. Annie’s skin puckered, her nipples hardening against the lace of her bra. Noticing, Sean rubbed his cheek against the tip of one, even as he ran his finger along the swell of the other.
She arched toward his touch, wanting more than the tauntingly light caress he was giving her. As if knowing it, Sean drew the tension out even more, toying with her, moving back and forth to breathe on her nipples through the fabric, until Annie was squirming.
She squirmed so much she fell back onto the couch.
“Don’t leave without me,” he said with a laugh as he followed her down, kneeling on the floor in front of her.
“I’m not going anywhere without you,” she said, letting him hear the innuendo in her words.
“I don’t know, love,” he said as he moved his mouth back to her body, now tasting the vulnerable flesh below her breasts. “I’d like to see how far I can make you go.”
Then he proceeded to find out. Sean lowered the strap of her bra, kissing his way down every inch of her breast as he revealed it. She was a living bundle of nerve endings, waiting for the touch she most craved, and when he gave it to her—covering her nipple with his mouth—she cried out.
He drew deep, sucked hard, until she felt the draw between her legs. Uncovering her other breast, he toyed with the taut peak, his fingers feeling almost as good as his mouth.
Eventually, when he’d driven her out of her mind with his attention to her breasts, Sean moved down her midriff, kissing her stomach, tasting her navel. He went lower, until his lips brushed the elastic of her panties and his hot breaths pressed the silky fabric against the lips of her sex.
They were reaching the point of no return here. Hell, they were probably already past it. And Annie was absolutely desperate for him to tug that fabric away with his teeth and dive into her like a starving man would at a buffet.
Instead, he surprised her by kissing his way back up her body. Reaching her face, he brushed his mouth against hers, and slid his hand into her hair. “Second date…second base, right?”
She let out a shaky breath. “I don’t remember the bases…but I kind of think we went around second and were sliding into third there.”
“I’m an Irishman. What do I know about baseball?”
He kissed her again, so tenderly she knew he was about to stand up and end the interlude. Half wanting to bless him for having the strength to stand by her convictions—when she so obviously didn’t—she also wanted to grab him by the hair and pull him back down.
“Annie,” he murmured as he began to rise. “I didn’t come here to seduce you into changing your mind. Let me take you out and we’ll stick by our agreement.” Reaching for her hand, he added, “Just be prepared. When I bring you back here on Sunday after our third date—at your parents’ place—I won’t be leaving for many hours.”
His words weren’t so much a statement as a promise, and it was emphasized by the sultry half smile on his mouth. It didn’t exactly make the ache between her thighs go away, but did relieve the one in her head which had started the moment she’d realized he really was going to stop.
She couldn’t think of what would happen after Sunday. Where he’d go, whether she’d ever hear from him again.
That would turn the pounding behind her eyes into a full-blown migraine.
“Now go get dressed.”
“Okay,” she said, letting him pull her to her feet. His gaze locked on her bared breasts,