skin and dampen the cotton.
Below the waist she was wearing some kind of loose knee-length pants that were strictly puritanical. She quickly crossed one arm over her breasts and the other over the delta between her thighs. But it was far too late to keep his imagination from running wild.
âWhy didnât you answer me?â he rasped.
âI didnât hear you. The water was running. I just wantedâneededâto rinse off some of the dust.â
âGo ahead,â he said. But instead of leaving, he stood there, staring at her.
Angel had seen that kind of hunger in a manâs eyes in the past, but never before had she felt compelled to appease it. She wasnât sure exactlywhat was happening to her. It was as though she were caught in another kind of time warp, one where each moment was held suspended, giving her the time to identify each and every thrilling sensation as it occurred. And equal time to become aware of Dallasâs avid response to her slow but steady arousal.
Her breasts felt full and achy.
His eyes lowered and his gaze caused her nipples to harden.
Her mouth felt dry. It was hard to swallow.
His lips parted slightly, to ease breathing that had become harsh to the ear.
She pressed her thighs together, to hold on to the warmth and wetness that had mysteriously appeared between her legs.
His nostrils flared for the scent of her. A muscle worked in his jaw as he clenched his teeth.
She felt her body arching toward him, thrusting breasts and hips forward in a way that begged him to touch.
His lids lowered over lambent eyes. His body tensed, muscles tautening with barely restrained need.
Dallas was a man who appreciated beautiful women. But never had he wanted a woman as much as he wanted Angel. His hand reached outand cupped her breast, and he had the satisfaction of hearing a groan of pleasure deep in her throat.
His thumb brushed across her nipple, creating a vivid peak beneath the cloth. âI canât believe this is really happening,â he murmured. âWhat force of nature brought you here?â
Angel came to her senses and took a step back. When Dallas started to reach for her again she warned, âI wouldnât do that if I were you. Iâve had to defend myself from forward men once or twice in the past. You wouldnât escape unscathed.â
Dallas throbbed, he was so aroused. But the hellion before him had made it plain he would be lucky to escape with his life if he tried touching her again.
âIt seems a tease is still a tease whatever century she comes from,â he accused.
Angel had pushed reality away for a moment, but now it was back with a vengeance. Before her stood a very angry, very frustrated man. âIâm not a tease! I came in here alone to rinse off some of the trail dust. If youâll recall, youâre the one who came barging in unannounced.â
âYou didnât send me away,â he pointed out.
âYouâre right. That was a mistake I wonât make again. Iâll have your apology and you can go,â she said.
He swore under his breath. âWhen hell freezes over.â
They were at a stalemate.
It was plain from the look on Dallasâs face that he didnât believe Angel was innocent of purposefully trying to entice him. But it was the truth. Angel had no explanation for her unusual behavior. Exactly what had happened, anyway? Was it possible the Texas Ranger had cast some sort of spell over her? Had something been invented in the twentieth century to aid in the seduction of innocent virgins? She shuddered at the thought.
âYouâre cold,â Dallas said, misinterpreting her reaction. He reached to grab a man-sized towel from the nearby rack, and she stepped back until she hit the tile wall. It wasnât nearly far enough.
âKeep your distance, Ranger, and weâll get along fine.â
A flash of irritation crossed his face. âI only thought you might want
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