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He put his mouth close to my ear and whispered all the things he wanted to do to
me, the ways he wanted to pleasure me. One lean hand smoothed the length of my
body from my breasts to my cunt, probing through the nest of curls to find the wet heat
there and stroking it with a gentle glide of fingers.
Instantly shards of electricity shot through me, igniting every nerve to the point of
flames.
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Dallas couldn’t take his eyes from her, the lines of her body, the swell of her breasts,
the slightly rounded shape of her tummy. He’d had erotic dreams about that body for
twenty years, dreams that no amount of booze or drugs or women could reshape or
erase. And from the moment she’d walked into his trailer after the concert, every
emotion, every sensation, every desire he’d ruthlessly buried had leaped to life.
She still wore the same achingly familiar light floral scent, something that reminded
him of a rain-washed spring morning. He was seized with a sudden need to bury
himself in her essence and inhale until he couldn’t draw a breath anymore. He wanted
to take his time with her, savor each touch and taste, relearn the feel of her. But his cock
was already hard to the point of pain and his balls were aching with need.
He reached out to turn the bedside lamp to its lowest wattage. Charley might still
be pleasing to the eye but Dallas knew exactly the shape his own body was in. Just
because she’d seen the scars the other night didn’t mean he had to lay them out there
for her scrutiny now. Careful to move his left leg quickly so he didn’t draw attention to
it, he knelt on the mattress between Charley’s thighs, pressing them wide with his
palms and bending his head to the very center of her sex.
He drew a line with his tongue the full length of her slit, pleasure rushing through
him at the first sweet taste of her arousal. She whimpered, a tiny sound that made his
cock flex, and he stroked her again. And again. Moving his hands from her thighs to her
labia, he opened the petal-soft lips and plunged his tongue inside her cunt.
God! She tasted like every man’s wet dream.
Her fingers grabbed his head, holding him close to her as her hips rose to meet his
mouth. Again and again he tasted her, now withdrawing to lick her swollen clit, now
pushing inside again.
“Dallas.” The word floated in the air, a sigh of pleasure as well as a plea.
He closed his teeth over her clit while his fingers scooped her cream from her
drenched pussy and slid down between the globes of her buttocks. Just as he
remembered, that carnal stroke made the whimper turn to a cry, the breathy sound to a
gasp.
And suddenly he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted her to him with his
palms beneath her buttocks, positioned the head of his cock at her opening, took a deep
breath and plunged inside.
Sweet Jesus!
He had to grit his teeth to keep from coming at once, the feel of her inner muscles
clenching around him, the lubrication of her juices so powerful he wanted to empty
himself.
Taking a deep breath to center himself, he began the steady in-and-out rhythm,
reveling in the voluptuous grip of her cunt as he moved. Out. In. Out. In. He kept up a
fixed rhythm until the tingling at the base of his spine and the tightness in his balls told
him his control had eroded.
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Pumping harder, he massaged her clit with his thumb, watching her for signs that
she was as close to the edge as he was. When she wrapped her legs around him to draw
him in tighter, he thrust once, twice, three times. Hard, hard, hard.
And they flew into space together, cartwheeling into black velvet. Her muscles
milked him, her juices bathed him, her legs held him in an iron grasp and her nails
raked his back. He pumped his release into her and as spasms shook them both he
shouted her name. Just the way he always had.
It seemed to take forever for the aftershocks to subside, draining their bodies of
whatever energy was left to them. He fell forward as her legs dropped away, gasping to
draw air into oxygen-deprived lungs. He didn’t know if the thundering sound
rocketing through him was his heart or hers.
And then finally they were still.
Dallas forced himself to slide from the hot grasp of her body and padded to the
bathroom. When he came back carrying a warm washcloth, he was half afraid she’d be
gone, but she was still lying in his bed, flushed in the aftermath of passion, watching
him through heavy-lidded eyes. He took a moment to clean her tenderly.
“I almost hate for you to wipe away the trace of yourself on me,” she said in a low
voice. “In me.”
Warmth seeped into him, easing the inner tension that had gripped him since the
moment he’d first laid eyes on her again. He placed a kiss at the top of her mound, then
crawled into bed beside her and pulled the covers over them. All the years he’d spent
filled with regret and trying to wash Charley Roper out of his mind and his body
apparently was time wasted. The moment they’d been alone together that remarkable
connection flared to life. Fucking Charley was like diving into a fire and begging to be
burned. And it wasn’t just his body responding. It was everything.
He’d been such a stupid shit to toss it away like he had. Now he wanted it back, all
of it, more than he wanted his next breath.
“I was a fool, Charley,” he whispered in the dark. “A stupid, idiotic fool. All these
years I was sure you hated me, and with good reason. But I’m going to convince you
not to hate me anymore. Somehow.”
“Oh Dallas.” She exhaled a long sigh. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.”
Typical Charley response, he thought. At least for the new, older Charley. He had
no idea how they’d handle this tomorrow. For all he knew, she’d wake up angry with
both of them and resentful that she’d let herself respond to him. But for tonight he
could hold her in his arms.
And sleep.
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Chapter Eight
When I opened my eyes, the first thought that pierced my foggy conscious state
was that I was in the wrong place. The bed I was in felt strange and there was someone
in it besides me. A muscular male arm was draped across my middle and soft breath
teased at my ear. With a sinking feeling I slid my eyes to the right.
Shit!
Dallas Creed lay wrapped around my body, still deep in sleep, his arm holding me
firmly in place. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
I’d done it, sure enough. It hadn’t been some fantasy or erotic dream. Despite the
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