Wildest Hearts

her ribbed pullover.

    “Oh, no you don't.” Annie stepped back and lightly slapped his hand aside. “You can't touch me. It's one of the rules.”

    “We're playing this game by a set of rules?”

    “Yes.” She moved in close and went back to work on his shirt buttons.

    He smiled, prepared to be indulgent. But when her fingertips skated down his chest, he sucked in his breath. “Annie…”

    “You're not supposed to move, remember?” She looked up at him from beneath her lashes as she pushed his shirt off his shoulders. “I've been telling you all along, Oliver, that you've got a very strong, controlling personality. You need to learn to lie back and let someone else take charge once in a while.”

    “But I like being in charge.” He nuzzled her throat as his shirt fell to the floor at his feet. “Especially of you.”

    “I know you do. Stop that. You're not allowed to kiss me yet.”

    “Why not?”

    “Because I said so. This is my game, remember?” Annie stepped back and surveyed his bare chest. Her eyes warmed with feminine appreciation. She reached out to stroke the curve of his shoulder.

    The look in her eyes sent desire pulsing through him. No doubt about it, she definitely wanted him, just as she had from the beginning. Oliver felt himself suddenly turn very hard, very fast. It occurred to him that it was getting increasingly difficult to control himself around Annie.

    Instinctively he took a step toward her, but he stopped obediently when she shook her head and gave him a mysterious smile.

    “Aren't you going to take your clothes off?” he asked as she fumbled with his belt.

    “Eventually.”

    “That sounds like a long time from now.” He drew in his stomach when he heard the metallic slide of the zipper. Damn it, he was already fully aroused and Annie hadn't even got her own clothes off yet.

    She kissed him full on the mouth, but before he could get his tongue between her lips, she was moving, sliding sinuously down the length of him. Her lips brushed his chest, his right nipple, and then his navel.

    Then she was on her knees in front of him. Oliver groaned as Annie's hands slipped inside the waistband of his trousers and pushed them down over his thighs. His briefs went to the floor along with his pants.

    He shuddered, acutely aware of his heavy erection. He could feel Annie's breath on him. When her fingers circled him with a featherlight touch, he wondered in shock if he was going to explode right then and there. What in hell was happening to him, he wondered.

    “You're beautiful,” Annie whispered.

    “Annie, this has gone far enough.” He buried his fingers in her hair. “Let's get into bed.”

    “All right.” She rose smoothly. Her eyes were shimmering as she reached down to toss back the black and gold comforter. “Go ahead, lie down.”

    He tried to wrap his hand around the nape of her neck and pull her close. He wanted to put his tongue into her mouth and sink his throbbing manhood into her sweet heat. This was insane. One night away from her and he was wild.

    “Oh, no you don't. Not yet. On the bed.” She planted her hands against his chest and urged him backward.

    Oliver allowed himself to be pushed down onto the gray sheets. He reached up for Annie, but she side-stepped his groping hand.

    “What about you?” he asked, frowning.

    “I'm going to get undressed.”

    “About time,” he growled. “I'll help.”

    “No, you'll watch.” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, grasped the hem of her pullover, and eased it off over her head.

    Oliver felt the fever within him rise several more degrees at the sight of her breasts cupped in a lacy little black bra. It occurred to him that he had never seen Annie wear black lingerie. He watched, fascinated, as she reached behind herself to unfasten the clasp of the bra. An instant later her breasts were free.

    Oliver's mouth went dry. Her breasts enthralled him. They were perfect, elegantly shaped, and crowned with full, rosy nipples. He remembered the taste of them and suddenly he was starving. Once more he reached for her. Once more she stepped back.

    “You're taking your time about this, aren't you?” he asked roughly.

    Annie's fingers paused on the fastening of her jeans. She gave him an uncertain, disappointed look. “Don't you like it?”

    He stared at her breasts, his body wracked with an aching need that was rapidly driving him to the brink of sanity. “I like it very