Part 11 (2/2)

”That's enough, darlin',” he muttered, grasping her upraised hand in his. He backed her against the wall, until their bodies melded together, all her soft curves giving way to his hard edges. Palpable anger rolled off her. It was matched by something else: pure, physical excitement.

His body responded immediately. His c.o.c.k, already half-aroused from the crazy conversation he'd initiated in her office, swelled and hardened. Unable to resist the primal urge, he pushed against her, unerringly finding the warm, soft hollow between her thighs that seemed designed to welcome him. Even through their clothes he could tell she was hot and wet, as ready as he was. Groaning, he thrust again, telling her without a doubt how much he wanted her.

”Were you really going to just walk out of here?” she asked, suddenly sounding more aroused than indignant. ”With that that in your pants?” in your pants?”

”It generally goes with me,” he said, having to laugh, despite the intensity of the moment.

Annie arched toward him, gasping as she tilted her hips to gain exactly the contact she most needed. ”I mean...”

”I know what you mean,” he growled, rubbing his face in her soft hair, ”I've been trying to give you time, slow this down.”

”Slow's overrated.”

”I'm beginning to figure that out,” he muttered as he closed the distance between their mouths to kiss her. Their tongues mated quickly, wildly, then they both pulled away to gasp for breath.

Realizing he was still clutching her wrist, he let her go, but did not step away, as irresistibly drawn to her as he was to the pull of gravity.

She stared up at him, her eyes glittering in the darkness. Finally, as if unable to hide it any longer, she demanded that he make a decision. ”Well?” ”Well?”

He didn't have to think for long. ”Yes.”

Sean could have bundled her out the door, into her van. He could have tried to make it back to her place before letting himself be overwhelmed by his need of her. Would have at least carried her back into her office and slammed the door behind them.

But it was too late. There was no time, no thought, no reason. Only pure, physical response programmed deep in his genetic code that said, take, have, do. take, have, do.

Driven by desperate, immediate want, he reached around, picked her up by the waist and carried her a few feet to the huge, colorful ball pit she had not not been aiming for. Tossing her into it, he followed her down, rolling onto his back and bringing her on top of him. been aiming for. Tossing her into it, he followed her down, rolling onto his back and bringing her on top of him.

Their weight pushed him farther into the pit as the b.a.l.l.s separated around them, but Sean didn't care. Not giving the time and place another thought, he thrust his hands into Annie's hair, cupped her head and dragged her mouth to his for another hot, hungry kiss.

She was voracious, greedily taking every thrust of his tongue and plunging her own deep into his mouth. Without allowing their lips to part, they both reached for their clothes, Annie clawing his s.h.i.+rt free of his waistband, him unb.u.t.toning her pants and shoving the zipper down.

Slow down, a voice demanded. He knew how to make love to a woman, how to work his way around her body's natural defenses, to drive her crazy with almost-caresses and nearly-there touches until she was a quivering mess in his hands. a voice demanded. He knew how to make love to a woman, how to work his way around her body's natural defenses, to drive her crazy with almost-caresses and nearly-there touches until she was a quivering mess in his hands.

But Sean was too far gone for that. Primal l.u.s.t had taken over his brain. There was no calculating, no planning, no setting a predetermined course and going through familiar motions. Not now. Not with Annie.

There could be no slowing, not when he could hear her desperate whimpers, feel her sweet mouth sucking at his, smell the peachy scent of her skin mixed with the womanly musk of her aroused body.

”Got to feel you,” he muttered, reaching under her s.h.i.+rt, dying to touch one of her delicate b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

Annie had other ideas. She grabbed his hand and shoved it down, between her legs, telling him exactly where she most wanted him to go.

No slowing down for her, either, it appeared.

Groaning with hunger, he slid his hand through her open zipper. Sean shoved past the thin elastic edge of her panties, tangling his fingers in her curls, wis.h.i.+ng he could see but content, for now, to simply touch. She thrust her tongue harder against his when his fingertips brushed against her c.l.i.t, as if silently telling him to keep going, to never stop.

He'd sooner stop his heart from beating.

He continued to stroke her, tiny flicks, deeper caresses, until she had to pull her mouth away from his to gasp for breath. And when he dipped his hand lower, to part the plump, juicy lips of her s.e.x, she cried out.

”Sweet Annie,” he muttered, certain he'd never felt anything so warm and wet. ”I can't wait to be here. here.” He plunged his finger deep into her channel, feeling all that heat close around him in creamy welcome.

”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 c.o.c.k 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 o.r.g.a.s.m 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 c.l.i.t-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 So much more. 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 G.o.d 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 b.a.l.l.s every Sat.u.r.day.”

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 not sorry about what just happened-” sorry about what just happened-” and what was hopefully going to happen next and what was hopefully going to happen next ”-but the place, well...” ”-but the place, well...”

”Have a Murphy 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. 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 antic.i.p.ation, she added, ”My desk, desk, however...” however...”

He didn't even wait for her to finish the sentence. Pus.h.i.+ng himself up out of the mess of b.a.l.l.s, 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 s.h.i.+rt 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.

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