Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [44]
“Sean!” She didn’t say anything else. She didn’t need to. She just took what he was giving her, as if knowing he was getting as much pleasure from it as she was.
Lord, was the woman tight. Steamy. Every ounce of blood that wasn’t already crammed into the veins of his cock raced there in sheer, greedy demand.
When he began to withdraw, Annie thrust against him, demanding more. He gave her another finger, another deep plunge, loving the way mindless pleasure washed over her face.
Knowing how to double that pleasure, he reached farther. Using his long fingers to his advantage, Sean found that spot up inside her that would give her the kind of orgasm many women never experienced.
He knew he’d found it when she stopped moving and gasped.
Then he began stroking her in earnest. He toyed with her, played both spots—inside, as well as outside, with his thumb on her clit—like she was a beautiful little instrument designed to perfectly fit his hand.
And within minutes he was rewarded. Annie flung her head back, rocking hard against his palm, until a climax so strong it made her shake all over ravaged her and she collapsed right onto him.
FOR A FEW LONG, silent moments, Annie lay there on top of Sean, hearing his raging heartbeat, feeling his chest move with his choppy breaths. She tangled her fingers in his loose hair, loving the silky texture of it. Unable to resist, she also toyed with the tiny gold earring, thinking of him as one of those pirate heroes more than ever, considering she’d been picked up and tossed to the nearest surface so he could have his wicked way with her.
Eventually, she began to stir. She’d been satisfied, but only for the moment. Because there was more to do. So much more.
But not here. Not only were they a few feet from a huge window that faced the street, but they were also inside a children’s play area.
“Thank God we don’t let any of the kids who aren’t potty-trained in here,” she whispered. “And that we have the cleaning crew swap out and sanitize the balls every Saturday.”
Sean was silent for a minute, then he groaned and slowly withdrew his hand from her pants. He flexed it, probably because she’d been, sort of, uh, clenching it with her thighs.
“I think I could have lived my whole life without hearing that.”
“Sorry. I mean, I’m not sorry about what just happened—” and what was hopefully going to happen next “—but the place, well…”
“Have a Murphy bed hidden in your office?” he asked, sounding so hopeful and pleased with himself at the play on his name that she chuckled slightly.
“No.” Smiling with pure wicked anticipation, she added, “My desk, however…”
He didn’t even wait for her to finish the sentence. Pushing himself up out of the mess of balls, he worked his way out of the pit, then reached for her hand. “Come on.”
Annie stared up at him, licking her lips as the glow from the moon caught the gleam in his eyes and turned them into midnight blue jewels glittering in the night. His hair was tangled, his lips parted and his breathing jagged. As if he could barely hold on to his control.
She hadn’t managed to get his shirt off, though it was untucked, hanging loosely over his belt. But it wasn’t long enough to disguise the large, thick bulge pressing against his zipper.
Oh, how she wanted that.
Tugging her pants back into place, she let him pull her out of the pit. But she didn’t straighten all the way up. Instead, she crouched low, intentionally moving her face close to his trousers, letting her breaths wash over him, and her lips brush ever-so-slightly against the bulge.
“I want to see you,” she whispered.
He wrapped his hands in her hair.
“Taste you.”
The hands tightened.
“Swallow you.”
“God in heaven,” he groaned.
Finally, knowing she was close to forgetting that damned window again, she rose to her feet. Her fingers laced in his, Annie tugged him with her and hurried back