Page 37 of Hard Rain Coming

He growled like an animal at her breast when he moved her back, and she winced when they fell against a wall.

“Jesus, Dallas, I can’t wait much longer.”

Heaving, he looked into her eyes, not bothering to hide his need. “Shit, I need a condom.” Slowly, he let her down, and she had to grab hold of the wall behind her so that she didn’t end up on her ass. “Don’t move.”

She watched him walk away until he disappeared from view, and in less than a minute, he reappeared with a foil wrapper between his teeth. Did he keep a stack of condoms in the barn?

“Do you have a lot of barn sex?”

“I thought we were done with the talking.”

“Let me,” she said, reaching for the condom. She unrolled it along the length of him, and she grinned when she spied the veins sticking out along his neck. He was so close. Barely hanging on.

But so was she.

She stood up, and he was there, his hand between her legs, his fingers relentless as he teased and stroked her swollen clitoris. Vivian felt the pressure start to build inside, and she whimpered when he removed his hands and slid his tongue up along her cheek until his hot breath was at her ear.

“Not yet, Duchess.”

Dallas picked her up once more, and as her legs wrapped around him, he pushed her up against the wall, and then he was inside her.

“Oh God,” she whispered, “yes.”

He filled her completely, like no one else she’d ever been with, and he paused, inhaling deeply before he began to move. Each stroke sparked ripples of heat and desire, and as he increased his tempo, her pleasure expanded until her entire body thrummed with the weight of it.

“Faster,” she said.

“No.”

He smiled when she gave him the look.

“My house, my rules.”

“Technically,” she gasped, “this is your barn.”

“Barn rules, then.” He held her gaze while he continued to thrust in and out, each time deeper, each time longer.

“You bastard,” she managed to say, hands dug into his shoulders as she tried her damnedest to hurry him along.

“I’ve been called worse,” he said, his voice now rougher.

“By me,” she got out.

“Yep.”

He moved slower yet, and, frustrated, she glared at him. Their bodies were slick with sweat, and as he continued to tease her into oblivion, something shifted. Something changed. Was it the look in his eyes? The touch of his hand?

A lump formed in her throat. Overwhelmed with a bunch of stuff she didn’t want to think about, she bent close and kissed him. Eyes closed, she savored the taste of him, and with Dallas buried deep inside her, as the pressure built to a breaking point, Vivian battled desire and pain.

“I’m coming,” he said, breaking off the kiss. His eyes blazed, a feral look that made her blood boil.

She gasped as her orgasm exploded, her whimper becoming a scream because the feel of it was that exquisite. Dallas emptied himself, and the two of them stayed locked together for so long, they began to tremble.

When he finally pulled away and gently let her down, she would have fallen if not for his strong arm around her waist.

She couldn’t look at him. Not yet. Not when there were hot tears pooling in her eyes. Not when she was so damn exposed.

Head down, she pushed away from Dallas and walked over to her dress. She pulled it on and took her time doing up the buttons.