“Mmm hmm.” Annie dipped her head and pressed her lips to Dallas’s neck. Musky, spicy man. “God, you smell good, Cowboy.”
“On the other hand,” Dallas said, as Annie felt him harden under her bottom, “maybe rushing is okay.”
“Maybe,” Annie agreed, running her tongue along a vein in his neck and nuzzling his pulse point. She shuddered when he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.
“I can’t get enough of these,” he said. “You’re so beautiful.” He pulled her tank top up and captured a tender bud between his teeth. “Honey nipples,” he whispered against her flesh. “So sweet.”
The now familiar blazing tingle crept along Annie’s skin as Dallas sucked her nipple. She pulled her tank top over her head, threw it to the floor, and went to work on his shirt, unbuttoning frantically and parting the fabric. She smoothed her fingers over the hard expanse of his chest as he continued to tease her nipples. She hated to stop him, but she needed that sensational mouth on hers. She grasped his head in her hands and pulled him upward, pressing their lips together. Dallas stood up, and Annie locked her legs around his hips. He walked toward the bedroom.
The phone rang.
Annie tore herself from the lip lock. “Damn.”
“Ignore it,” Dallas said, nibbling her neck.
“I can’t. It might a sick animal.”
“Doc…”
“I’m sorry, Cowboy.” She unhooked her legs and picked up the phone. “This is Annie,” she said.
“Hi. You’re the vet, right?”
“Yeah. What can I do for you?”
“It’s my horse. She’s real sick.”
“Okay, I’ll be right there. What’s your name and where are you?”
“I’m sorry. It’s Catie. Caitlyn Bay. We’re at the ranch adjacent to the McCrays.”
“All right. Give me half an hour.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“Not a problem.” She hung up, turning to Dallas. “Sick horse at the Bay ranch.”
Dallas was in the process of buttoning his shirt. Annie looked guiltily at the ridge still swollen below his belt.
“I’ll drive you,” he said.
She smiled at him and tried to convey her sorrow at not being able to continue their tryst. “You don’t have to.”
“Oh? Is your car ready?”
“Crap. I forgot about that.”
Dallas smiled. “It’s okay, Doc. I don’t mind.”
Annie reached for her purse on the couch and looked around the room for her vet bag. “You’re the best, Cowboy.”
“Yeah. Remember that.” He eyed her provocatively and her nipples tightened once again. “Doc?”
“Huh?”
“You may want to put a shirt on before we go.”
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