"Spread your legs," he ordered, and saw the anger recede and her eyes go wide as she processed his words and then complied.
He kept one hand on her mouth, and with the other he teased her inner thighs, stroking slowly as he moved higher and higher to her bare pussy. She writhed under his touch, frustrated that he wasn't stroking where she wanted. That he was taunting and teasing.
He intended to do a lot of that.
With a small smile, he pulled both his hands away.
"Don't stop," she begged, and the need in her voice made him even harder. "Don't you dare stop."
"Slide up," he ordered, and she hurried to comply as he got on the bed beside her, then straddled her, his cock rubbing provocatively over the mound of her sex.
"Dallas." His name was almost lost in the desperate whimper.
He leaned forward to stroke her breasts. "I should toss you out of here, and lock the door."
"Maybe." Her breath was ragged, filled with anticipation. "But you won't."
"Why not?"
"Because we've tried staying apart and it doesn't work. Because you want me. Because I'm naked and wet for you, and that makes you hard."
He closed his eyes in defense against the truth. "Do you have any idea how much I've wanted this? How often I've imagined you laid out naked for me?"
Her throat moved as she nodded. "Of course I do."
Of course she did.
He was in her fantasies, too, and that simple, straightforward realization pushed him forward, past the voice in his head that said it couldn't work. That there couldn't be a happy ending and this woman in his arms couldn't make him whole.
Probably true. But right then it just felt so damn right.
And maybe it would be right. Maybe this time, because it was her in his bed, it really would all be right again.
She was laid out like a feast for him, and he leaned forward to take a nibble, grazing his teeth over her tight nipple, and then sucking on her breast. She squirmed in pleasure, and the soft noises she made only fueled his desire.
He wanted to taste the rest of her, and he started to slowly drift down her body, biting and kissing as he moved lower toward heaven. As her gasps and sighs became more desperate.
She arched up as he teased her navel, and he could make out her soft, whimpered words. "Don't stop. Please, please don't stop."
He had no intention of stopping. He'd wanted this, needed it, for years.
Hell, forever.
He kept his head down, his attention on the soft skin of her abdomen as he kissed his way lower. But he felt her fingers when she twined them in his hair. When she pushed him downward, urging him to move faster, to taste her and take her higher.
Which was exactly what he intended to do.
He slid lower on the bed, then teased her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue. He held her tight as she writhed, obviously coming undone from the pleasure he was giving her.
Slowly, he kissed his way up, then laved her pussy with his tongue. She tasted sweet and smelled of sex, and in the moment when he closed his mouth to suck her clit, he remembered the first time he'd done that very thing. Her trusting innocence, his fumbling exploration. And the wild, incredible union they'd felt when she'd exploded in his arms--and they'd both managed to escape the dark. Even if only for a moment.
Now he knew his way around a woman's body better, but no woman had tasted like Jane. Had responded like Jane. And as he teased her with his tongue, he thrust two fingers inside her, filling her, urging her, making her struggle against his hold on her as she tried to ride up to passion.
And then he felt it. That distinctive tremor as she cried out and bucked and exploded beneath him, and oh, holy crap, the look on her face. Passion. Pleasure. Bone deep satisfaction.
He was the one who had given her that. And he couldn't understand how anything as exceptionally right as this moment could be wrong.
"Dallas," she murmured meeting his eyes. "Hi. And wow."