Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [63]
“Are you sure? That seems too soon.”
It wasn’t soon enough. Not nearly. For the past five hours, she’d been dying to shove all her cousins and friends away from this man and wrap herself around him like an octopus. So getting him somewhere private where she could jump on him couldn’t possibly come soon enough.
“I’m sure,” she whispered.
Sean glanced at her, obviously hearing the intimate tone. He smiled slowly, then turned his attention back toward the road. He followed her directions, and, as she expected, within a few minutes they found themselves leaving the blacktop for a gravel-and-dirt lane. One that, if she recalled correctly, went absolutely nowhere.
“Hey, navigator, you paying attention over there?”
Reaching over, she slid her fingers into his hair, curling a few strands around them. “Keep going.”
He nodded, licking his lips, his knowing expression easily visible in the reflection of the dashboard lights. The way he shifted in his seat, stretching his legs, tugging his trousers, told her his mind had gone in the same direction as hers. They were driving toward carnal pleasures and they both knew it.
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 orgasms 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 go? Or do you go on three?”
Unable to believe the man could make her laugh when she was a bundle of oversexed 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.”
She shivered, 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?
Hell. 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 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