Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [47]
“Good.” He didn’t add them but she heard the words because I’m not stopping 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 where she needed to go. And as if he knew that, Sean paused, his cock 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 clit 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.
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 damn.
“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 massage 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 damn 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, a voice reminded him. 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 analyze 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 orgasms.
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.”
“God, I hope so.”
She sighed, as if regretting what she was about to say. Which meant he 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 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.”
“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 glass 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