I strip off my clothes, tug down the sheet, and carefully straddle him. Slowly—so wonderfully slowly—I lower myself, relishing the way he fills me and hoping that this time we can take this all the way. I want to see the passion and power when he explodes inside me. And we’ve already gotten so close—so damn close.
My thoughts are as wild as my breath, and I ride him hard—harder than I have before when we’ve done this, and I realize it’s because part of me wants him to wake up. I want to see his face and know that he’s in the now. Right here. With me.
I want to make this work. Dammit, somehow we have to make this work. Sex and life and everything.
I have one hand on his chest and the other on my clit, and I’m stroking myself and his cock, rock hard now and deep inside me. He is filling me completely, and my eyes are so focused on his face that I don’t realize that his hands have moved. They’re no longer at his sides, but now cup my ass, his fingers squeezing me as he works with me, pushing me down onto him harder and harder so that this ride is growing wilder and wilder, and I don’t know if he’s dreaming or awake. I just know that I love the way he’s filling me. Taking me.
And then he opens his eyes and I gasp—He’s awake. Awake and aroused and with me. He’s right there with me, his eyes on mine. His breath coming in time with mine. We’re in perfect sync, his cock inside me, and that knowledge is even more of a turn on than the way his body feels locked with mine.
I see a wicked, triumphant grin spread across his face, but I’m unprepared when he moves suddenly to roll us over so that I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
He’s still hard, and I shudder with pleasure as he thrusts inside me, again and again, our bodies slapping together in a wild fury that I so want to lead to an explosion. And we’re close—we’re both so deliciously close. I can see it on his face. I can feel it in the tension of his body. Just a little bit longer and—
But it’s no good, and with a raw curse, he pulls out of me, soft now, and rolls onto his side, pulling me along with him, his arm around my waist, my eyes looking into his.
“Dallas.” I don’t know what to say. I want to soothe. I want to celebrate. I’m afraid that he’s disappointed, but he quiets me with a kiss so deep and passionate that it erases all my worries and sends me floating off to a place where there’s only desire and pleasure as Dallas marks a trail of kisses down my neck, between my breasts, and then all the way down my abdomen to my pelvis.
His tongue teases me, and the instant he closes his mouth over my sensitive clit, I explode against him, all of the built-up passion and energy radiating out of me in one vibrant, massive, overwhelming orgasm that he draws out by teasing my clit with his tongue, playing me like a finely tuned instrument from which he is determined to coax a concerto.
Finally, when he has drained me fully, he slides up my body and cups my face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, then kisses my temple and teases my earlobe. “I’m so sorry.”
I brush a kiss over his lips. “Thank you,” I say sincerely. “I’m sorry, too.” I reach for his hand and twine our fingers together as he pulls me even closer and I rest my head in the curve of his shoulder. “We’re stronger together than apart, you know.”
“Because we’re meant to be together, Jane. We’ve known it our whole lives.”
I nod, acknowledging the truth of his words. “But it only works if we are together. Don’t you get that, Dallas? I can’t be with you, if you don’t let me in.”
I see his throat move as he swallows. “I know,” he says. “I should have told you about Adele. About Deliverance. About what the Woman did to me after they released you. All of it.” He shifts, so that he is looking at me more directly. “But, Jane, you have to know that whatever I’ve kept from you, I did it because I thought it was right. I had a reason. I would never deliberately hurt you. All I ever want to do is keep you safe.”
“I know.” I brush a kiss over his lips. “I really do know that.”
He reaches over to grab his phone and check the time. “It’s tomorrow,” he says, then grins. “Happy birthday. What do you want to do today?”
I snuggle closer. “I’m already doing it.”
My ear is pressed against his chest now, and I both feel and hear his chuckle. “You know, yesterday you were pretty mad at me.”
“Yeah, well, you’re my brother.” I prop myself up on an elbow. “I’ve spent my life being mad at you and getting over it.” I see his face and roll my eyes. “Don’t look like that. It’s our reality. We can’t exactly hide from it.”
I push up and then straddle his waist, forcing him all the way onto his back. “So this is what we’re going to do on my birthday. I’m going to work on scene revisions. You’re going to lounge on my deck looking like my gorgeous boy toy. Then we’re going to go to a concert. And when we come back, you’re going to fuck me hard.”