Slam. Woody killer.
“You’re serious? You want me to share your bed and not make love to you? I’m not made of steel, Doc.”
“I know it’s selfish…”
“Selfish isn’t exactly what I’d call it. I understand if you don’t want to be alone, Doc, but you’ve got me so turned on I can hardly move. You said you had plans for me. You led me to your bedroom by my dick. What the hell was I supposed to think?”
Her cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t help himself. He dropped his gaze to her incredible breasts. He had been right at dinner. They were blushing too. Damn, she is gorgeous.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that we started talking about divorce, and when I think about my ex, it’s hard for me to want to…you know. I don’t want to sleep with you when he’s even slightly in my mind. It would…taint it, somehow.”
“Oh, Doc…”
“But I don’t want to leave you hanging, either. I’m not a tease, Cowboy. I want you. I do want to sleep with you. Just not tonight. But I want you to stay.”
“You’re killing me.”
“What if—” She smiled at him, her left eye squinting in that adorable way. “What if I took care of you?”
His woody was back. “That’d make me a pretty selfish bastard.”
“No, really. I’d enjoy it, Dallas.”
“That’s the first time you’ve called me by my name.” And he kind of liked it. Although Cowboy in her Jersey accent was pretty cute.
“I wanted you to know I was serious.”
He thought for a moment. She really didn’t want to be alone, that was apparent. He couldn’t leave her. While the reason wasn’t clear, she needed him, and he was a sucker for a woman in need. He wanted to stay. God only knew why, but he wanted to sleep with his arms around her. He wanted to wake up next to her and bring her coffee. Or herb tea.
“I’ll stay,” he said, “and you don’t have to do anything.”
“But I want to.” Her violet gaze seared into his. “I really want to, Cowboy.” She stroked him slowly, seductively. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful cock. As soon as I saw it I couldn’t wait to get it in my mouth.”
Tiny sparks ignited across his skin, and his breath caught in his throat. “Annie, I’m trying to be a gentleman here, but you’re making it damn near impossible.”
“Good.”
She dropped to her knees and he burst into flames.
Chapter Four
Three hundred days of sunshine a year.
Annie smiled into her pillow as morning light from her bedroom window veiled her shoulders and back. The sunshine was reason enough for her to have fallen in love with Colorado in less than a week.
There was also the handsome man next to her, whose strong arms had held her, who had whispered sweet words in her ear until she had fallen into the deepest sleep she could remember in years. She sighed, content, and stretched her arms above her head to get the blood moving.
She closed her eyes and reached toward the middle of the bed to touch Dallas’s hard body. To her dismay, she patted only rumpled sheets.
He was gone.
Disappointment thudded through her body.
What had she expected? She had all but thrown herself in front of the door to get him to stay with her. Who could blame him for taking the easy way out this morning? He had probably run faster than a jackrabbit away from the sight of her. Who could blame him?
Damn him. Damn Logan Riggs for creeping into her mind when she had been about to make love with the most spectacular man on the planet.
And damn herself for being such a needy, clingy basket case. She should have let him go. Then maybe they could have started a relationship based on something other than sex, other than her codependent neediness. God, she was pathetic.