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“Don’t… Not unless you mean it.”
He reached behind her and pulled the butterfly clip out of her hair. Her dark tresses curled over her shoulders, down her back. “You look like a gypsy princess.” He breathed in and out. Her fragrance intoxicated him. Flowers and coconut, like a tropical beach. Had anything ever smelled so good? So right? “So beautiful.” He traced his fingers around one of her silver hoop earrings. “My gypsy princess.” He let his hand wander down her cheek, down the smooth lines of her neck and shoulder, down the soft curve of her breast. Her nipple hardened under his touch.
“Oh, damn,” she said.
The tension in her body matched his own. Tension they could only ease with each other. “Kiss me, Annie.”
“No.”
“Yes.” He cupped her soft ivory cheek and lowered his head.
“Please.” She shook her head, her soft curls tickling his hand. “Don’t.”
He ignored her, clamped his mouth onto hers, and kissed her, determined to drain all he could from her. He thrust his tongue into her moist warmth, taking her taste, her softness. He was ferocious in his passion. No longer thinking, he let his body guide him. And his body wanted to possess her.
Badly.
He lifted her into his arms and set her down on the leather couch alongside one wall. She stretched out beneath him and he lay on top of her, thrusting his fully clothed erection against her softness. “I can’t think of anything but you,” he said, rasping. “You never leave me. You haunt my dreams, so there’s no peace even in sleep.” The soft breath of her moans tickled his cheeks. “Why did you do this to me? Why?”
“Do what? I haven’t done—” She stopped, gasping for air, and he took her mouth again.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he said, panting, after tearing his mouth from hers again. “I can’t be with you, but I can’t stop desiring you. Your beautiful body. Your sweet lips.”
“Why can’t you be with me?”
Dallas didn’t answer.
“It’s all right, Cowboy.”
She threaded her fingers through his hair and lightly massaged his scalp. She was trying to soothe him. But it wouldn’t work. It would never work.
“What’s the matter?”
“What’s the matter? Right now I want nothing more than to take your body with mine. This isn’t normal.”
“It’s just…what you said the other night.” She puffed against his neck. “Chemistry.”
“Right. Chemistry.” He tore her silk camisole down the front and ripped her bra from her beautiful breasts. He groaned as he latched on to a dark, turgid nipple.
“What… What am I going to wear home?”
“Who cares?” he said against her chest and devoured her other nipple.
When the sensitive skin of her breasts was ruddy from his beard stubble and her nipples deep purple from his sucking, he turned her over and lifted her skirt. A thong. Sweet God. He cupped the smooth creamy skin of her behind and massaged her. She moaned, little purrs of contentment.
“You have such a sweet little bottom, Annie,” he said, “and this thong. It’s driving me crazy.”
“Get rid of it then.” Her voice was low and husky.
Within seconds, he had ripped off the undergarment and tossed the shreds to the floor. “I’m going to take you now. Like this.” He smoothed his hands over her back and down over her creamy bottom again. “I want to possess you. Mark you. I want to make you mine. Do you understand me?”
He unbuckled his belt and lowered his jeans and boxers. She lay on the couch, belly down, her pretty face smashed and distorted on the leather. “Please—” she said. “Not like this. Let me turn around—”
“Turn around?”
“Yes,” she panted. “I…can’t do it like this.”
He loved doggy style, but he wouldn’t take any woman without her consent. Especially not Annie. His Annie. He rolled her gently onto her back and thrust into her.
