Teasing Annie: The Temptation Saga: Book Two (5 page)

“
T
his is the life
, Cowboy.” Annie took a sip of wine and set her goblet on the edge of Dallas’s sunken hot tub. The luxurious frothy warm water rolled over her body, soothing her aching muscles. Her plump breasts bobbed lightly on the surface.

“I’m glad you like it,” Dallas said, winking. “But what are you doing way over there?” He sat opposite her, his arms stretched out on either side of him. “Why don’t you come sit with me?”

“Mmm. Sounds good, but I can’t move.” Annie closed her eyes and inhaled the pungent eucalyptus oil that Dallas had sprinkled into the bubbling water. “It’s been a really busy week. I didn’t realize how exhausted I was until I stepped into this little bit of heaven on earth.”

Dallas held out his arm. “Come here. I can help you relax.”

“I bet you can.” Annie smiled and took his hand. Within seconds, she was on his lap, straddling him, his hardness pressing into her. “Is that a cucumber in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”

Dallas chuckled at her bad line. “I’m
very
glad to see you.” He wriggled under her, parting her and teasing her entrance. “Are you protected?” His sexy voice rasped.

“I’m on the pill,” Annie said, “and it’s been a long time.”

“For me too. Both clean then.”

He nudged his way inside and Annie groaned, the slickness of the water around her folds adding a sensual layer to the feeling of completion as his erection stroked her. “Ah,” she moaned. “So good, Cowboy.”

“You fit me like a glove, Annie. So tight. So sweet.”

They moved together, the warm water sloshing about them as they rode each other. Annie leaned into Dallas’s hard form, sliding against him, her nipples scraping against his damp and springy chest hair. She claimed his mouth, and his groan fueled her passion. Her climax ripped into her suddenly, like a lightning strike out of a clear summer sky. She screamed his name and felt his release.

Every single pulse of it.

Sated, she slumped into him. His lips nipped at her neck and ears. “Wow, Doc.”

“Yeah. Wow.”

“Told you we were explosive.”

“Seems you were right.”

He stood up with her in his arms, the slick water dripping from them.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m taking you to my bed.”

“Yeah. Bed is good. Sleep.”

“I don’t have any intention of sleeping.”

“Oh?” She smiled against the roughness of his cheek.

“I’m going to taste every inch of your luscious body.”

“Oh you are?”

“You bet your sweet little bottom, Doc.”

“Well, in that case”—she flashed him what she hoped was a teasing grin—“you know what they say.”

“What’s that?”

“Payback’s a bitch.”

N
o one had ever paid
such exquisite attention to her body. Dallas worshiped her with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, all the while murmuring to her how beautiful she was, how hot she made him. He was particularly enamored with her breasts.

“So beautiful,” he said, tormenting her nipples with little licks, little tugs. “Like nothing I’ve ever seen before. You should have been born centuries ago. Renaissance painters would have captured you on canvas for all eternity. Poets would have written odes to you. Wars would have started over you. Your dark curls, your violet eyes, your ruby lips. Your dusky plum nipples.” He traced one areola with his tongue. Her skin contracted. “You’re a goddess, Annie.”

Who knew words could be such a powerful aphrodisiac? Not Annie. Dallas made love to her with words as well as his body. She hissed as he drove her nipples into a frenzy with his tongue, and then released each one only to bite and nip at her plump white flesh.

“I adore you,” he said. “I adore every inch of you, Doc. You’re so beautiful.”

He paved a trail down her belly with his mouth, tickled her navel, and traced the lines of her tattoo. When he reached her raven curls he buried his nose in them and inhaled. “Mmm,” he said. “Sugar and spice.”

“And everything nice?” Annie laughed, her voice shaking.

“Everything
very
nice.” He lowered his head to her moist sex and inhaled again. “Sugar and spice and sweet, sexy woman.” His voice was a husky growl.

She shuddered as his tongue danced across her heated flesh. He sucked and pulled at her slick folds, making hungry and satisfied noises. Her body throbbed at each fresh attack. She grew wetter and wetter.

“Nice, Doc, nice.” Dallas’s words veiled her scalding sex in heated breath. “So wet for me. So sweet.” He tugged at her flesh, and then sucked all of her between his lips.

“Oh!” She nearly jumped off the bed.

He lifted his head. “Too much?”

“God, no. Too good, is all.”

He smiled, his lips shining with her cream. “No such thing.” Then he bent back to his work.

Dallas expertly brought Annie just to the brink of climax several times, releasing her before she could find bliss. “You’re killing me, Cowboy.”

“Anticipation,” he said, grinning. “Think about how good it will be when you finally explode.”

“I’m going to explode on you if you don’t let me come.”

“Mmm. Tempting.” He nibbled at her swollen clit. “But I think you’ve suffered enough.” He swirled his hot tongue around the nub of flesh while he slid two fingers into her heat.

“Oh, yeah. Like that.” Annie closed her eyes and arched her back as Dallas’s talented hands and mouth catapulted her over the edge. She grabbed his head and ground violently into him as the rapture took her higher and higher.

When she returned to her body and opened her eyes, Dallas, still between her legs, was gazing at her.

“God, you’re beautiful when you come,” he said.

“I never thought about what I look like.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s embarrassing. You’re not supposed to be watching me. You’re supposed to be…you know…servicing me.”

“Servicing you, huh?” He inched forward. “Does that mean you have complaints?”

“Of course not. It’s just… I don’t want you watching me.”

“God. You’re gorgeous. Why not?”

“Because I probably look like a freak, that’s why. For all I know I have drool pouring out of my mouth.”

“If you’re drooling over me, I can handle it.”

Annie punched him halfheartedly in the arm. “I just don’t want you to see me lose control.”

“Watching you lose control is a huge turn on, Doc.” He led her hand to his erection. “See?”

“Oh.” Annie caressed the smooth, hard flesh. “I love the feel of your cock. It’s so warm and velvety. And hard. So fucking hard, Cowboy.”

“Only for you.” Dallas lowered himself and rubbed his stubbled cheek over Annie’s smooth one, smearing her with her own juices. “All that wetness. All for me. I want you.” He brushed his lips over hers. “Taste yourself,” he said. “Taste yourself on me.” He traced his tongue over her lips and thrust it inside her mouth.

Annie sighed, opening herself to the kiss. She tasted her own tanginess mingled with the spicy and robust taste of Dallas. Her lover. Her man.

God I want him to be my man
.

“Take me, Cowboy,” she said against his mouth. “Make love to me.”

With a single hard thrust, he was inside of her. Sweet stroking. Smooth joining. Like nothing before. Annie arched to meet every plunge, urging him deeper and deeper into her body. She wanted to merge with him. Join not only their bodies but their souls. She looked into his eyes and was surprised to find them open.

“That’s it, Doc. Take me in. Take all of me.”

“God, yes.”

“Look at me. Watch me love you.”

She fixed her gaze onto his and lifted her head to look between their bodies. She quivered at the rhythmic beauty of his body joining to hers. “Oh, Cowboy. We look beautiful together.”

“Yeah, Doc. My sweet Doc.” His jaw clenched. “I can’t last much longer. You feel so good. Like you were made for me.”

Annie was near completion herself. “Don’t wait. Come for me, Cowboy. I’ll come when you do. I want us to come together.”

One. Two. Three more thrusts, and his cock began to pulsate against her sensitive walls. Annie let go, the sparks tingling across her body and propelling outward until ecstasy claimed her. Dallas moaned her name, and she moaned his, and together they exploded in a fiery embrace.

Afterward they lay together, a tangle of arms and legs.

“That was amazing,” Dallas said. He stroked her tousled curls and brought one to his nose. “Every part of you smells good. Your hair. It’s like a coconut grove.” He smiled. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

He laughed. “Even as a young man, a night like this would have put me out cold.”

“Oh?”

“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.”

D
allas 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.

H
e 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.”

“Cowboy?”

“Hmm?”

“What if it were
your
horse?”

“Hittin’ me where it hurts. That’s not fair, Doc.”

“I thought that might get you.” She removed his fingers from her nest of dark curls. “Oh, I do hate to get up.”

“Then don’t.”

“I need a shower.”

“What if I refuse to let you use my bathroom?”

She turned over to face him and slapped him playfully. “Then I may wet the bed, Cowboy.”

“I have a full-time housekeeper.” He grinned at her. “She doesn’t ask questions.”

“You’re impossible.”

“I thrive on it.” He took her mouth in a scalding kiss. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said against her lips.

“I know the feeling.” She returned the kiss with a searing one of her own. “But I really. Have. To. Get. Up.” She pushed at his chest and broke his hold on her. “I’m sorry. Truly.”

“Not half as sorry as I am.”

She walked, naked, toward his bathroom.
Damn, she’s perfectly formed
. His cock twitched again.

“Put your tongue back in your mouth,” she said jovially, her back to him.

“What makes you think I’m watching you?”

“Aren’t you?”

“Hell, yes.” He hooted in laughter. “Any red-blooded male who wouldn’t watch you any time he could is a lunatic.”

“Or gay.” She laughed. “Or blind. Or too old to—”

“I get the idea.” He sat up and stretched, his blood bursting through his veins. He couldn’t remember when he had felt so well rested. Odd, since he hadn’t done much sleeping.

When he heard the whoosh of the shower, he stood up, imagining streams of water pelting down that gorgeous body. If she was going to shower, he was damn well going to shower with her.

She was massaging shampoo into her hair when he sneaked into the shower behind her. He smoothed his fingers over her shapely bottom and she jumped.

“Sorry, Doc.”

“You might warn me next time. Damn, I got soap in my eye.”