“And in the garage.”
“Okay. No problem. I can definitely work with beef.” She opened the door to the refrigerator. “Eggs, good. Lettuce, good. Butter. Do you have any olive oil?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere.” Annie moved to the walk-in pantry. “Eureka,” she said and handed him a bottle.
“This is olive oil?”
“Yeah, Cowboy. See the label? Olive. Oil. Extra virgin, no less. It’s a monounsaturated fat, good for the heart. Very popular in Italy, where, by the way, they have a much lower incidence of heart disease.”
“I’ll remember that.”
“You should. Beef is great, Cowboy, but it’s extremely high in saturated fat. Although”—she eyed him up and down—“you don’t seem to have any issues with fat.”
She walked back into the pantry and squealed again. “Bittersweet chocolate. Excellent. I can make you a delicious dessert.”
“Uh, Annie?”
“Yeah?”
“Get your pretty little bottom out here please.”
“Just a minute.” She couldn’t tear herself away from the pantry. She grabbed the sugar and several cans of plum tomatoes.
“Now, Doc.” He had sneaked up behind her and his breath was a hot whisper against her neck.
She shuddered, turning to face him. “What is it?”
He took the sugar from her and set it back
on the shelf. “I refuse to play second fiddle to my kitchen.” He clamped his lips onto hers.
Annie’s body ignited as he pillaged her mouth. If there were an award for the world’s best kisser, Dallas McCray would win it, hands down.
He walked backwards out of the pantry, dragging her with him, lifted her, and set her on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Even through her jeans, the sparkling granite was cool on her behind. He spread her legs and inched between them, pressing his hardness into her clothed sex. “Feel that, Doc?” he said against her mouth. “That’s me wanting you. Hungering for you.”
“Oh yeah, Cowboy,” she whispered, running her tongue along his stubbled jawline. “God, you feel good.”
“Better than my Viking stove?”
She laughed softly in his ear. “I don’t know. What kind of heat can you generate?”
“I’ll be happy to show you.” He deftly unbuttoned her blouse, unhooked her bra, and threw them onto the kitchen floor. “I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he rasped.
He tongued one nipple and then the other, the flicks sending chills rippling over Annie’s skin.
“Oh,” she moaned. “I’ve been thinking about you too, Cowboy. But…”
“But what?” He trailed kisses across the plump white skin of her breasts.
“Could you… Could you grab two pounds of round steak out of the freezer and stick them in the microwave to defrost?”
Dallas lifted his head and stared straight into her eyes. “Can you stop drooling over my kitchen for two minutes?”
Annie erupted in giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s just so…amazing.”
“Okay.” He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. He removed her shoes, hoisted her bottom off the island and slid her jeans and panties over her ankles.