Callahan's Gold (Southwest Desert Series Book 3) by Mary Tate Engels Page B

gently undulating hips, she scooted her slacks over the curve of her hips and down the long length of her shapely legs.
    Dodge gulped and stood watching her, spellbound and rooted to the spot at the edge of the bed.
    She smiled tentatively. "Well . . . ?"
    "Oh, God ..." Feverishly, he tugged at his boots, tossing them into the mess around them. His broad hands tore at the oversized belt buckle and his jeans zipper.
    Like Tory, Dodge was aroused and ready and it was obvious as he discarded his jeans and briefs. He paused only momentarily to make their sex safe, then he was beside her, one leg draped over hers, kissing her until both of them were oblivious of anything except their desire for one another.
    He had given her a brief but tantalizing look at his beautiful body, the form that Tory had known all along was there but until now had remained smoldering beneath jeans and western shirts. Last night had given her a tease when he'd appeared in those navy briefs. She'd wanted him then. Now she wanted him even more, buried deep inside her, wanted his complete satisfaction.
    She returned his kisses, plunging her tongue to meet his, letting them tease and dance together, finally giving in to his strength. It was only an overture, an example of what was to come. And they both anticipated the culmination with raging eagerness.
    Finally, with a low rumble in his chest, Dodge moved over her, raising and trapping her arms on either side of her head. Hovering, he murmured, "You're beautiful, Tory. You do things to me, more than you could know." Kissing the insides of her arms, his lips lighted a hot trail all the way down to her already-heated breasts, then back to her lips.
    She arched upward as his lips circled the gentle mounds of her breasts and closed over each tight, aching nipple. "Ohh, Dodge . . . ohh . . ."
    His legs wedged between hers, forcing them apart. "So soft and . . . ready. I . . . can't wait any longer."
    "Yes, yes," she said without hesitation. She felt the hard pressure of him against her belly, then a firm, sure probing against the most feminine part of her. Eagerly, she rose to meet the throbbing heat, seeking to satisfy her own intense burning deep inside. With a small cry, she accepted him, and they merged, completely and thoroughly.
    "Don't stop." She rocked beneath him, urging him, stroking his taut hips with eager hands. She allowed her spirit to flow free, allowed herself the ultimate pleasure Dodge promised her. She was like a bird, suddenly freed from a passionless cage.
    Seeking the rhythm, creating a wild, hot friction, they undulated in unison, spinning and whirling out of control. Together they ascended to the summit of a frantically created desire. When finally, they both were quiet and still, only the sounds of crickets outside could be heard.
    Just as they'd ridden to love's pinnacle together, they clung together for the slow journey down. Timeless floating, dozing, caressing, holding. Hours later, they woke in each other's arms.
    Sometime in the middle of the night, she stirred and found herself pinioned. "Dodge, your arm's heavy."
    "Hmm? Oh, yeah. Sorry." He moaned as he struggled for consciousness and rolled to her side. "You okay, Tory?"
    "Yes, fine," she mumbled, scooting off the bed. "I just have to go to the bathroom." She stumbled over the mess and remembered . . . Oh, how could she forget? Minutes later, she returned and surveyed the wrecked room in the semidarkness. "Dodge, we have a terrible mess to clean up."
    "Not now. In the morning."
    "Don't you want to fix the sheets on the bed?" She was neat to a point and couldn't believe she'd abandoned her usual for a night of wild and tumbled sex.
    "Come here with me," he muttered.
    Sighing, she clicked off the small hall light and, grabbing a sheet for cover, rejoined him.
    "It'll be okay, Tory. Tomorrow is soon enough. Right now, come here." He reached for her.
    She snuggled against him, "I trust you, Dodge. I trust you to take care of me. Of