Teasing Annie (The Temptation Saga 2)

“But now, I’m middle-aged, and all I can think about is making love to you again.” He nudged into her with his erection. “See?” He let out a raspy chuckle. “There are still a few places on your body that I haven’t tasted yet.”

“Oh, my gorgeous Cowboy.” Annie caressed his taut back, his firm buttocks, and her breath caught at his male beauty. “It’s going to be a long, sweet night.”

* * *

Dallas propped his head on his elbow and gazed at the woman in his bed. She slept soundly on her stomach, the moonlight from his window veiling her in a shimmering cloak. The sheets were rumpled at her waist. He smoothed his hand over the glowing skin of her back. She was so soft. He’d never known a softer woman.

He had made good on his promise to taste every inch of her—every inch of her was delicious, too, like a fresh peach pie—and she’d paid him back in spades. He smiled, remembering. Then he’d made love to her again. Slowly this time. A lingering and sensual coupling followed by a climax so intense he’d nearly wept with the pure joy of it.

It scared the hell out of him.

Annie DeSimone was like no one he’d ever known, certainly not the type of woman he thought he’d ever fall for. But she was beautiful, intelligent, funny. An amazing and generous lover.

He was falling hard.

He sighed and raked his fingers through his disheveled hair. Why think about that now? Why not just enjoy the moment? His night with this beautiful and unbelievable woman. He snuggled up to her warm body and fell into a deep sleep.

* * *

He awoke when the sun rose and shone through his window, the rays warming his skin. Annie’s back was snuggled against his chest, spoon fashion. Jet waggled up to the bed, wanting attention. His tongue darted out to lick Annie’s face.

“Go on, boy,” Dallas said, waving him away. “She’s mine.” He brushed his lips against Annie’s smooth shoulder and reached between her legs. She let out a small squeak as he stroked her, and when he slid into her, she sighed, her eyes still closed.

“Morning,” he murmured and kissed the sensitive spot below her ear.

“Mmm.” She wiggled her bottom and gave him better access.

“Sleep well?” he asked.

“Mmm,” she said again. “Perfect.”

“Me too.”

Languidly he made love to her and cherished the sweet suction as her walls hugged him. He had always enjoyed sex, but since when had it felt this good? Since when had he been able make love to a woman three times and still want more? He smiled into her neck.

“You’re something, Doc.”

“Mmm. You too, Cowboy.”

He moaned in her ear. “I can’t last much longer.”

“S’okay.” She grabbed his hand and led it to her clit.

He stroked her until she started to convulse, and then he let himself go.

He wrapped her in his arms and snuggled into her until his heart rate returned to normal. Absently he thumbed her nipples, pinching and fondling them. Her contented sounds told him he pleased her.

“Hey, Cowboy.”

“Hmm?”

“I need to get up.”

“Later.” He inched his fingers lowers, drawing invisible circles on her taut belly, tickling her navel.

She giggled into her pillow. “I don’t think there’s anything I’d rather do than spend the entire day in bed with you, Cowboy, but I have a horse to check on.”

“I like the first idea.” Dallas pressed his lips to her neck and inched his fingers lower. “You smell like tulips in springtime.”