Free Romance in Dallas - Tycoon! by Nancy Fornataro

you, woman. The beautiful fragrance."
    She felt his physical impact then, all that
was Ram, from his wavy blond hair, to his black boots. Her eyes
roamed over his frame, his chest muscles she could see now, peeking
through his unbuttoned shirt, his broad shoulders, slim waist,
casual blue jeans. The totality of him hit her like a physical
blow, as she remembered his expert hands, guiding her, inflaming
her until she cried out.
    Then, a slight smile appeared on his face,
while his tongue appeared and rolled around his lips. Keeping the
tongue on his lower lip for seconds, he grinned and laughed
softly.
    Now, she wanted him physically and she could
almost taste it. Pulling her eyes from him, she said, "What's so
funny?" But her voice came out weaker than she would have
liked.
    "Nothin,'" he repeated, while she could just
about feel the grin on his face while he said the words.
     
    The door to the cockpit opened then, and a
dark-haired man came out.
    Ram looked up at him. "Hey Mac. Meet
Jacine."
    She shook his hand, and thought he was around
thirty-five, with a nice build and clean cut face with a square
jaw.
    "Who's flying?" Ram asked.
    "Auto pilot."
    Jace blanched, but said nothing. Her hand
came up and patted her stomach.
    "You all right, darlin'?" Ram asked her.
    "Think I'll lie down," she said, looking at
the pilot now, "unless we'll have more turbulence."
    "I think we're in the clear," he said. "Let
you know if anything changes." Then to Ram he said, "Just
stretching my legs."
    He continued, in a low tone, as Jace
disappeared into the bedroom, "Where'd you meet her?"
    Ram chuckled. "She's a physical therapist I
hired for my back problems."
    "Some guys have all the luck, you dog," Mac
laughed.
    "Got some society chicks I could introduce
you to," Ram said.
    "Nah. Too uptight. Had one once. Didn't last
long."
    "Gotta know how to treat 'em, my man."
    "That goes both ways," Mac said before he
went into the cabin again.
     
    Ram looked out the portal to the clouds below
them. And he realized this was one of those days when he was
haunted by his wife's smiling face.
    And he thought he might be too attached to
Jace already. What if she rejected him in the end? He wasn't sure
if he could take that. She was just so different from the other
women he knew. Strong, independent, capable, yet soft, pliable,
sensual without even knowing it.
    In the end, his physical needs overran his
mental quandaries.
    He walked to the bedroom and looked down at
her while she slept. Giving up, he lay behind her, inching his hand
down under her waist, with his other hand pulling her to him.
     
    Jace felt his hard chest against her back,
and his hardness pressing against her buttocks. She moaned at the
sensation, but it wasn't enough.
    Turning in his arms, her lips found his in a
hard kiss, and her leg came over him. Her tongue moved in his
mouth, before she drew back and held her lips against his
lightly.
    "Sweet," he murmured, kissing her upper lip,
then the lower, sucking and tasting her, "Sweet."
    With every kiss, the heavy sensation between
her legs increased and needed release. She felt his hand stroking
her hair softly, as the kisses intensified, from soft to hard, to
almost punishing.
    But his movements stilled, decreased, before
he said, "We need to talk, Jace."
    Her eyes came up and met his.
    He sighed, and continued stroking her hair.
"This will complicate our lives."
    "I see," she said, still a bit breathless, "I
certainly would hate to complicate your life, Ram," she told him
before she sat up.
    "You're not understanding what I'm
sayin'."
    Hugging her knees, she said, "I understand
exactly what you're saying. And I agree totally." She rose and
walked into the cabin and lay on the couch with her face towards
the cushions.
    "Jace-" he began, as he followed her.
    She held her hand up.
    "Damn it, look at me." He sat next to her
now.
    "I can't look at you because then I'll want
to sleep with you and you don't want to sleep with me."
    "You haven't