“I’m sorry. Did I scare you?” Dallas’s eyes were dark and blazing.
“No. It just… It felt really good. It’s been a long time, is all.”
“For me too, Doc.” He touched her cheek, caressing it lightly. “If you want me to stop, tell me now.”
“I… I don’t want you to stop.”
“Thank God.” His mouth came down on hers again.
Chapter Three
Frantic and impassioned, they tore at each other’s clothes. Dallas ripped the filmy material of Annie’s blouse right down the middle. “I’m sorry,” he rasped.
“Who cares?” she said. “Just hurry.”
He lifted her bra and let her breasts fall gently against her chest.
“Oh my God.” He buried his face between them. He kissed the soft plump skin and then stepped back and stared. “You’re beautiful, Doc. More than I even imagined.” He cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs in circles around her nipples. “Dark plum nipples,” he said. “I’ve never seen lovelier.”
“P-Plum?”
“Beautiful,” he said again, “I had imagined them red, but they’re like your eyes, only darker. Brown. Violet. Fleshy.” He lowered his head to taste one.
The searing heat of his tongue scorched her and sent blazes of fire rippling across her skin, though her body. He kissed her nipple gently at first and then sucked it between his teeth and tugged. The burn sizzled straight to her core.
“Oh, Cowboy,” she said, begging, “please.”
“Please what, Doc?”
“The other one.” She might die an untimely death if he didn’t pay attention to her other nipple. “No, take your shirt off first.”
“You need to make up your mind, gorgeous.” He smiled at her, his eyes dark with desire.
“Just do it all.” She tugged his shirt out of his jeans. She started unbuttoning it but got impatient and lifted it over his head. He dispensed with the offending garment and pulled her close, his chest hair tickling her already overly sensitive nipples.
“God you feel good,” he said.
“Ah, yes.” She pulled back. “I want to look at you.”
His lips curved up in a lopsided grin. “Look all you want.”
Annie lowered her gaze and drank him in. The planes of his hard chest, the sprinkling of coarse hair, his dark, fleshy nipples. He was beautifully made. “You’re gorgeous, Cowboy.”
“So are you, Doc.”
“Kiss me again.”
His mouth ravished hers with renewed intensity. She dived into the kiss, offering him even more of herself as she ran her seeking hands across his hard chest, lacing her fingers through the black curls. She fingered his nipples and relished the instant hardness her touch evoked.
When they broke the kiss for a breath, she leaned down and licked one of his brown nipples. He groaned and jerked backward.
“Damn, that feels good,” he said.
“I’ve always wondered…” Annie’s voice was low and husky. “Does breast stimulation feel as good to a man as it does to a woman?”
“I don’t know,” Dallas said breathlessly. “That feels pretty damn good to me, Doc.” He took her plump breasts in his hands and stimulated her nipples. “Yours are very responsive though. Not all women’s are.”
“I suppose you’ve been with a lot of women, huh, Cowboy?”