The Doctor Wears A Stetson (Contemporary Western Romance) by Anne Marie Novark

for fulfillment. Tori's punch clouded all
reason. Jessie's body burned for one man; she had always burned for
one man. He was here, holding her, wanting her.
    Cameron touched her cheek, sliding his
fingers into her hair, tangling them in the silky bonds. With
infinite gentleness, he brought her lips close to his mouth. She
felt his breath mingle with hers. The effects of the punch,
combined with the intoxicating nearness of Cameron's body, pushed
all thoughts of resistance to the back of Jessie's mind.
    When his lips finally sought her mouth, she
locked her arms around him and gave herself up to the pleasures of
the kiss. This would be all she could have. She would not, could
not betray TR's memory. This kiss would have to last her for the
rest of her lonely life.
    Cameron didn't know why Jessie had changed
her mind about resisting him. Right now, he didn't care. All that
mattered was that she was arching her back, pressing her soft
breasts against his chest, clinging to him and responding
deliciously to his kisses. They fit together perfectly. He longed
to bury himself in her, feel her warmth surround him. He
desperately wanted to lie down with her.
    Scooping her up in his arms, he kicked open
the barn door. Moonlight shone through the upper windows, revealing
the hulky shadows of tractors and trailers. His eyes quickly
adjusted to the darkness, and he walked to the back where a
mountain of soft cottonseed stood. Carefully, he laid Jessie down
and stretched out beside her. He rolled over and covered her body
with his. He kissed away her small moan of protest, assaulting her
senses with renewed passion.
    The fresh smell of cottonseed blending with
Jessie's perfume drove Cameron wild. He ravaged her mouth, plunging
his tongue deep within, tasting her fully.
    She'd worn a long, baby blue dress to the
party. The dress had bewitched him all day. There were no buttons
in back or front, only snaps on one side, starting from under the
arm down to the alluring curve of her hip. All afternoon and
throughout the evening, those snaps had tantalized his
imagination.
    Shifting his weight, Cameron tucked a knee
between Jessie's legs. The flowing skirt allowed easy access. She
parted her thighs and raised her hips, gently rubbing against his
iron hard length. Beads of sweat broke out on Cameron's forehead.
He forced himself to slow down and fought for control. Jessie's
movements were pushing him close to the edge. He deepened the kiss
and explored her sweetness. His hands searched out every secret of
her luscious body.
    Supporting himself on one elbow, Cameron
undid the snaps of the enticing blue dress one by one. He slipped a
hand under the loosened fabric and eased the lacy edge of Jessie's
bra downward, exposing her breasts to his questing fingertips. He
cupped the firm flesh in his palm, relishing the silkiness of her
skin. She felt heavy and full. God, he had to see her, taste her.
He had to get rid of these clothes.
    Jerking the bodice out of the way, he looked
his fill.
    "Beautiful, Jess. You're beautiful." He
trailed kisses along the swell of one rounded breast, circling the
rosy nipple, teasing the base with his tongue. Then he gently
licked the tip and blew softly over the wet peak.
    Jessie writhed beneath him, arching her
back, seeking more. She reached for him and pulled his head closer,
straining upward. Cameron hesitated only a fraction of a moment
before taking her into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and
around, sucking the nipple hard. Jessie shook her head from side to
side, raising her body toward him. The whimpers in the back of her
throat grew stronger and louder. His body flexed in response.
    He reached under the full skirt and slipped
his hand beneath the elastic band of Jessie's panties. He slid his
fingers through the soft curly hair. She was wet and ready for him.
When he felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer,
Cameron's control snapped.
    He grasped her bottom with both hands,
thrusting