Teasing Annie: The Temptation Saga: Book Two Read online

  Annie’s entire body quivered as Dallas’s hot tongue lapped at her. The granite under her was no longer frigid, but blazing as she lifted her hips to meet his searing mouth. She hovered near the edge, ready to fly, until he slid two fingers inside her. She jumped off the cliff, moaning his name as she flew into rapture. He continued to stroke her, his fingers dancing inside her, until she came down.

  “Again,” he demanded and set to work. She grabbed his head and tunneled her fingers through his hair as he pleasured her. The scrape of his beard growth against her thighs, the silky roughness of his tongue—it was all too good. She screamed as she exploded once more.

  “Dallas? Are you here?”

  “Shit.” Dallas pulled away from Annie, his face wet with her juices.

  “Who is that?”

  “It can’t be.”

  He stood up and covered her naked body with his. “What the hell are you doing here, Chelsea?”

  Chapter Six

  “Chelsea?” Annie whispered urgently. “Your wife?”

  “Ex-wife,” Dallas said between clenched teeth, still protecting her nudity with his large clothed body.

  “Oh my God!” the woman shrieked, and a flash of light blond hair invaded Annie’s vision.

  “Get the hell out of here!” Dallas yelled. Then, to Annie, “I’m so sorry, Doc. Stay here, okay?”

  He strolled out of the kitchen, wiping his face on his shirtsleeve.

  Annie shivered on the counter as she listened to Dallas and his ex yelling at each other. How embarrassing. Not only was she naked, he was fully clothed. She looked like a cheap tramp.

  “The ink isn’t even dry on our divorce papers,” Chelsea yelled, “and already you’re tupping some little bimbo in my house!”

  “This was never your house, Chelsea. It’s mine. I paid you seven figures so I could keep it.”

  “Who is she?”

  “None of your business.”

  “You couldn’t wait, could you?”

  “Hell, you have no idea how long I’ve waited, but it’s none of your concern anymore. How the hell did you get in here, anyway? I changed all the locks.”

  “The door was open, Dallas.”

  “So you decided to just walk in? That’s trespassing.”

  “What are you going to do? Call a cop?”

  “Don’t push me, Chelsea. I’ll do worse to you than call a cop.”

  “Is that a threat?”

  Annie had heard enough. She dressed quickly. She wasn’t about to hide in the kitchen just because Dallas’s ex had seen her naked. She was from Jersey for goodness’ sake. It would take way more than an embarrassing moment to faze her. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and marched out to the entryway.

  “Hello,” she said.

  “Hey, Doc,” Dallas said, grabbing her hand. “You don’t need to expose yourself to this unpleasantness. Why don’t you wait for me in the kitchen? Or go out on the deck.”

  “Nonsense.” She held out her hand to Chelsea. “I’m Annie DeSimone. Otherwise known as the bimbo Dallas is tupping.” So they hadn’t officially tupped yet. A mere technicality.

  Chelsea’s blue eyes widened and crimson flooded her pale face. Annie took a good look at the other woman. Strikingly beautiful. Dressed to kill. Had to be one of those Italian designers. She couldn’t tell them apart—couldn’t afford their clothes anyway—but she knew the style. Finally, Chelsea accepted Annie’s outstretched hand.

  “Nice to meet you.”

  “I was just getting ready to cook dinner for Dallas,” Annie said. “Would you like to join us?”

  “No, she would not,” Dallas said. “Annie, just go out on the deck. Please? I’ll handle this and I’ll be out there as soon as I can.”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Annie said.

  “Christ,” Dallas muttered.

  “I came for some of my things,” Chelsea said.

  “You have everything you’re entitled to. This was supposed to be a clean break, Chelsea.”

  “I just want a few of my knickknacks.”

  “Have your lawyer call my lawyer.”

  “For God’s sake, Cowboy,” Annie said. “Give her what she wants. You hate all this stuff anyway.”

  “You hate it?” Chelsea bit her lip.

  “Yes, I hate it. I’ve always hated it. Take it all. Then leave. I want to get back to my date.”

  “I think I will go out on the deck after all,” Annie said, suddenly uncomfortable. She strolled back toward the kitchen to the French doors leading outside.

  The redwood deck was huge, complete with built-in gas barbecue and a sunken Jacuzzi. Farther out, a kidney-shaped pool beckoned, and blossoming fruit trees framed the grassy yard. Before Annie could explore further, a large black lab bounded toward her and nearly knocked her off her feet.

  “Hey, fella.” She stroked the dog’s soft muzzle. “I’m Annie, and you are”—she fingered the clinking tags on the dog’s collar—“Jet. Great name for a black dog.” She scratched his cheeks as he wagged his tail and panted. “You’re good company. Much better than inside. You want to show me around your yard?”

  She walked down the redwood steps onto the soft grass, Jet at her heels. “Hey”—she spied a yellow tennis ball—“I bet you might like to play a little.” She tossed the ball and Jet raced after it. It was slimy with slobber when he brought it back and dropped it into her hand. “That’s a good boy,” she said, stroking his ears. “Want to go again?” She tossed it farther this time.

  She lost track of how many times she threw the ball. She had almost forgotten about dinner, when Dallas emerged from the house.

  “Hey there,” he said. “I see you’ve met Jet.”

  “He’s great,” Annie replied. “I love dogs.”

  “A vet who loves dogs?” Dallas grinned. “I can’t picture it.”

  “Ha-ha,” she said, tossing the ball once more. Then she strode over to Dallas. “Listen, Cowboy. Maybe I should take a rain check on this dinner thing.”

  “But you said you wanted to cook for me.”

  “Yeah. I do. But, I’m thinking the mood has been killed here. Make that murdered. By a vengeful blonde.” She giggled nervously.

  “I’m really sorry. She’s gone now.” He flashed his lazy half smile. “And I locked all the doors.”

  Annie sighed. She had wanted this evening to work out. But, “I can’t compete with her, and to tell you the truth, it’s not in me to try.”

  “Compete with her? What the hell are you talking about, Doc?”

  “If that’s the kind of woman, you’re used to—”

  “That’s the kind of woman I spent lots of money getting rid of.”

  “Oh, come on, Cowboy. She’s beluga caviar, and I’m fish and chips.”

  “Hey”—he stroked her cheek—“I like fish and chips.”

  “We hardly know each other.”

  “So? We can’t get to know each other?”

  “I suppose so, but don’t you think maybe we should have a real date? I mean, we seem to have a good…chemistry together, but—”

  “Chemistry? We explode, Doc. We’re dynamite. The earth moves a little faster when we’re in the same room together. I knew it when I first laid eyes on you.”

  Annie threw the saliva soaked ball again. “I don’t know if I’d put it that way.”

  “How exactly would you put it?”

  She sighed. He was right. “Okay, we’re dynamite together. We explode.” Why fight it?

  “Exactly.” He pulled her into his arms and brushed his mouth over hers. “Let’s start over. I don’t want you cooking tonight. You can cook tomorrow night.”

  “Tomorrow night? What if I’m busy?”

  “Are you?”

  “No.”

  “Okay then.”

  “Why can’t I cook tonight?”

  “Because I want to pamper you. Let me feed you.”

  What a sweet man. “All right, Cowboy.” She wrapped her arms around his
neck. “Feed me.”

  * * *

  “It was horrible, Daddy.” Chelsea Beaumont McCray cried into her cell phone. “He had a naked bimbo in my kitchen! And she had an accent. Jersey City or Philadelphia. They all sound alike to me. Low-class.”

  “Now, buttercup,” Stewart Henderson Beaumont said, “he’s no longer your husband. He has the right to cavort with whomever he chooses.”

  “I’m almost positive he was cheating on me while we were married.” Chelsea sniffed.

  “He was cheating on you?” Her father’s thunderous voice hurt her ear.

  Chelsea knew better. Dallas would never cheat. His cowboy ethics wouldn’t allow it. Cowboy ethics that got on her nerves. Oh, he was faithful to her all right, but his code of the west hadn’t kept him from throwing her over. What had she done to deserve that? Well, there were a few things, but still.

  Her father, however, didn’t need to know about his ethics. “I don’t know for sure, Daddy. But he might have. I mean, we’re barely divorced and he already has a hussy in his home. He was probably fooling around with her before he even filed for divorce.”

  “Jason McCray’s boy? I don’t know, Chelsea.”

  Damn him anyway. Taking the fool’s side. “I swear it, Daddy,” she said. “Now that I think of it, I’m absolutely sure I’ve seen the woman before. Sneaking out of our barn!”

  “You wouldn’t be stretching the truth a little, now would you?”

  “Come on, Daddy,” she said sweetly. “You know me.”

  “Yes, I do know you, Chelsea. And I love you. But you’ve always been willing to do anything and everything to get what you want. The man gave you a fair settlement. Best cut your losses on this one, sugarplum.”

  Chelsea hit end, threw down her phone, and grabbed two fistfuls of her hair. Dallas had even turned her father against her. Life was not fair.

  On the other hand, there was one person who might take her side. Grinning to herself, she retrieved her phone and punched in some numbers.

  * * *

  Stewart Beaumont sighed. He loved his daughter, but she was better off out of her marriage. Dallas McCray had actually been quite fair with her. The seven-figure settlement had set her up for life. She had plenty of money. So what was the problem?

  “Still here, Stew?” Jon Parker, his chief legal officer and an old school chum of Chelsea’s, poked his tousled blond head into the office.

  “Just finishing up,” Stewart said. “You?”

  “On my way out. Want to grab a drink?”

  “Yeah. I could use one. I just got off the phone with Chelsea. She has some weird idea that McCray was cheating on her before the divorce.”

  “Really?” Jon’s cell phone started playing Mozart’s sonata. “Excuse me.” He pulled the cell out of his pocket. “Oh, speak of the devil.” He hit send. “Hi, Chels. What’s up?”

  Chapter Seven

  “This 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.”

  * * *

  No 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.