“Probably as much as you hate tiramisu.”
“That much, huh?” Annie forced out a laugh. “I haven’t been to the liquor store yet, so I’m afraid I don’t have anything else to offer you.”
“Sure you do.”
“Yeah? What might that be?”
“Something sweet,” he said, “like this.” He lowered his head and brushed his lips lightly against hers.
Annie’s knees buckled at the innocent kiss. His mouth had barely touched hers, and she could hardly stand.
Dallas’s strong arms snaked around her waist and pulled her close, smashing her breasts against his hard chest. “Let’s try that again, Doc.” He leaned down to take her lips once more.
Still gentle, he slanted his mouth over hers, outlining her lips with his tongue, nibbling across the upper then the lower. It was the most natural thing in the world to part her lips and urge him inside.
No more gentleness. His tongue swept into her mouth with carnal passion. He licked her teeth, her gums, the inside of her cheeks, the roof of her mouth.
Had she ever tasted anything quite so delicious? Chocolate. Cinnamon and cloves. And him. Dallas. God, he can kiss.
He tore from her mouth and se
ttled next to her ear, nipping the soft skin just below her lobe. “Come on, Doc,” he whispered, “you can do better than that.”
“What?”
“Kiss me,” he said. “Kiss me like you mean it.” His mouth took hers again.
Like she meant it? Damn it, why am I holding back? She was attracted to this man. She loved to kiss. She was good at it, too. She leaned back a little, breaking his hold on her, caught his luscious lower lip between her teeth, and tugged.
Dallas groaned and pulled her tighter against him. She licked his lips, traced their sweet fullness, and then she thrust her tongue into his warmth.
If heaven were a kiss, this would be it, she thought, and then could no longer think. She only felt. And responded. Their tongues tangled together as she wrapped her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers through his silky hair. He cupped her cheeks and caressed her with his thumbs as he ravished her mouth.
They both gasped and panted, kissing each other as though the world were ending.
When they finally broke apart for a much-needed breath, Dallas trailed butterfly kisses down her cheek to her neck.
“Oh, Cowboy.” Annie’s voice was a breathless rasp. “You sure know how to kiss.”
Dallas nibbled his way to her ear. “So do you, Doc, when you put your mind to it.” He chuckled. “I think I’ll take that herb tea now.”
“To hell with herb tea.” Annie pushed the door open, pulled him inside, and attacked his mouth again.
“I couldn’t wait to have a taste of you,” Dallas said against her mouth. “All through dinner I watched you, thinking how sweet you would be.”
Annie let out a soft chortle. “You were looking at my chest, Cowboy.”
“And I’d love a taste of those, too.”
“If you’re lucky.” Had she really just said that? What in God’s name was she doing, seducing a man she barely knew? But she couldn’t find it in herself to stop.
He cupped her breasts in his beautiful masculine hands. “What’re you hiding under that pretty blouse, Doc?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Oh, yeah.” He thumbed her nipples through the gauzy material, lowered his head, and bit one, right through the layers of fabric.
The wave of pleasure was so intense that Annie jerked backward.