Series: Black Gold
Two meddlesome mamas scheme to get their much-loved but imperfect children together, and a chance meeting sends a wake-up call to the libidos of a dedicated surgeon and an ex-almost Olympic swimmer.
Two parts ghostly intervention, two parts strong wills, serve it up with a generous portion of steaming sex: a love arranged in heaven that really turns up the Dallas Heat.
Note: Dallas Heat is a major rewrite of Arranged in Heaven, written by Ann Jacobs as Sara Jarrod, originally released by Berkley Publishing Group.
For a minute Dan thought he was dreaming, that the warm soft woman in his bed was only a figment of an overactive imagination. But she felt too real. Silken tendrils of her dark hair tickled his nose, and her small rounded breasts rose and fell against his hand as she breathed.
He opened his eyes, blinking at light too bright for early morning—even in summer. He’d have looked at his watch, but he dared not move his hand off her lest she fade away. Memories returned in bits and pieces...Gayla at the banquet...sobbing in his arms...here in bed with him. He remembered the hospital’s untimely call and the battered cop, and coming home to Gayla instead of to an empty apartment.
The thought of her hands all over him, soothing away the aches and pains that came with the territory when one chose to piece together nerves, bone, and muscle for a living, made blood surge into his cock.
Were those her thighs surrounding him? He moved his hand down from her breast until his fingers burrowed into the soft hair on her mound—then lower, into her slick wet slit. His finger touched the tip of his erection when he rocked his hips back and forth in a primal, mindless search for a mate.
"Mmmm. You’re awake."
So his dream lover talked. Her husky tone got him even harder, and the way she wiggled her little bottom against him damn near made him come.
"Awake and horny." He freed the hand that had been trapped between them and slid it under her while he brought his other hand back up. Cupping both her breasts, he shuddered when her nipples hardened and poked insistently at his palms.
"I can tell." Raising one leg and draping it over his, she reached down and took his cock in her hand. Gently she guided him to her dripping, heated pussy. "I want you now, Dan." She shifted to take the tip of him inside her.
He couldn’t recall ever having burned like this. Or having been so damn hard he thought he’d burst. Still he had enough sense to pull back. "Gayla, honey. I need to protect you."
She rolled to her back and met his gaze with passion-darkened eyes. "Hurry." Her husky, almost desperate tone was driving him wild.
He knew he had some condoms somewhere. Suddenly he pictured a good-sized box of them, right where he’d put it on the top shelf of the bathroom linen closet. Dan started to get up, then hesitated. "You wanted me helpless, princess. Well, I don’t think I can move at the moment, so be a good girl and fetch the box of condoms for me."
Her hand burned like fire when she stroked the length of his throbbing cock. "Where are they?" she asked, as if reluctant to wait another moment for him to join their bodies.
"In the bathroom. Linen closet." Why the fuck had he hidden the damn things away instead of stashing them within easy reach? "Top shelf."
"You must use lots of these," she teased when she set the box onto the night stand and fished out one foil packet. "Lie back and let me put it on you."
No woman had ever made rolling on a rubber such a treat. Dan closed his eyes and let the sensations ripple through his body as she smoothed the condom over his heated cock.
"Well, do you?"
"What? Oh, you mean the condoms? You might say I was being optimistic when I got them from one of the medical supply salesmen." Optimistic hadn’t been the word. If the salesman hadn’t been peddling his overstock in front of his partners and half their office staff, he’d have declined the super deal on the gross of prophylactics. His need for protection had been damn near nonexistent for the past few years.
Suddenly all he could focus on was the need that surged through him when Gayla rubbed her cheek against his sheathed erection. "I’d say so, big guy," she teased. "What are you going to do with this now?"
"Make you feel good. Real good. Come here, and I’ll show you." Clasping his hands around her waist, he drew her down on the bed, pausing to nip at the column of her neck before tasting the sweetness of her pebbled pink nipples.
"Fuck me, Dan. Now!" Gayla writhed beneath him as though she couldn’t wait any longer. About to explode, Dan positioned himself between her widespread legs and drove into her steaming cunt hard and deep. Damn. She was so tight and wet he had to struggle to keep from coming on the spot.
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