Heated Rush - Leslie Kelly [64]
Though entirely deserted and uncultivated, the area had been cleared long ago. Nothing came between the moonlight and their bodies. No shadows to interfere with their visual enjoyment of each other. Nothing but the night breeze faintly stirring the dry grass all around them. And the two of them, Annie and Sean, sitting beneath a glorious umbrella of midnight blue sky dotted with a million sparkling stars.
“Beautiful spot,” Sean said, looking down at the vista falling away from the front of the car, and then up at the universe spread in an artist’s palette above them.
She could have agreed, could have talked about the view. But those thirty minutes were pushing her, and the hunger she’d suppressed for the past twenty-four hours was rising up from deep inside, ready to consume her. She hadn’t brought this man out here on what could be their last full night together to admire the view.
He reached for her. “Annie…”
She didn’t hesitate, sliding one leg over his lap to straddle him in the driver’s seat. Twining her fingers in his hair, she covered his mouth with hers, her tongue plunging wildly, demanding his attention. He gave it, tasting her just as deeply, just as intensely. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her so tight against his rock-hard erection she couldn’t even move.
Well, not much. She moved a little—up and down, rubbing on him, needing the sensation there…and, oh, God, there.
“Not tonight,” he growled, holding her still, keeping her from riding him anymore. “I said a nine-course feast, darlin’, not a fast-food drive-thru.”
“The time…”
“Fuck the time, Annie.” He buried his face in her throat, scraping his teeth along her collarbone. “I’m having you, I’m having all of you. And if we show up at your parents place in three hours with your hair a mess, red marks on your throat, my fingerprints on your thighs and your lipstick on my pants, I honestly won’t give a damn.”
Red marks…fingerprints…and, oh, lipstick. What a delicious litany of images flashed through her mind. She wanted all of the above. As many times as she could get them in the short time they had.
Short time. Tonight. Tomorrow. That’s all.
Annie pushed the hurtful thought away. She didn’t want to even consider that a period she’d begun to think could be the most amazing time in her life could be over almost as quickly as it had begun. Or that she’d wasted the first few days of it with silly rules about third dates.
Almost desperate to take what she could, Annie kissed him again, tasting in lazy thrusts this time. Without even breaking the connection, she felt Sean reach for the door handle and open it. Annie immediately took advantage, sliding her cramped right leg down and out.
She’d assumed he’d been making her more comfortable. She did not expect him to encircle her waist and step out of the car, his hands under her butt, her legs wrapping around his hips. “Sean?”
“Slight change of position,” he muttered. Not explaining, he turned them around, backing her into the car this time. But instead of pushing her down onto the seat he’d just left, he lifted her higher, positioning her on the back hood, with her bare legs dangling down inside the car, resting against the two seats. Then he parted them.
Mmm. Much better. “I like the way you think.”
His eyes glittered. “You’re really going to like this.”
He knelt on the seats in front of her, his face level with her middle. Annie looked down at him, running the tips of her fingers along the moonlit highlights in his hair, watching as he began to unbutton her blouse from the bottom up.
With every button he unfastened, he kissed a spot of the skin he uncovered. Starting at her belly. Moving up, over her midriff. To the under-curves of her breasts.
“Sean,” she groaned, wishing he could hurry up, wanting his mouth and his hands and that incredible erection she’d had deep inside her body the night before.
If he stood on the seats, she could have it right where she most wanted it. She could taste and lick and suck until he was as out