Page 77 of Hard Rain Coming

“On your knees,” he commanded, cock ramrod straight, balls aching so damn, much he wasn’t sure he could see this through. “Shit, I need to grab a condom.”

“No.”

He looked down at her questioningly.

“Maybe we’ll make a baby.”

A heartbeat passed.

“If you want to, that is.”

“Maybe we will.” His answer was husky. They were over the edge now, heading to uncharted waters.

Her eyes glistening, her mouth bruised from his kisses—that was a picture he’d take to the grave. Dallas gave her butt a soft slap before reaching around to make sure she was ready.

“You’re so damn wet.”

“Only for you.” She arched her back, and he slowly slid inside, taking his time, letting her get used to the length and feel of him.

Then he began to move, holding her hips steady with his hands. When she whimpered, he hunched forward so he could reach around and stroke her clitoris while he urged her on from behind. They moved together, two people caught in a dance older than time—wordless, but then again, no words were needed. This was natural. This was belonging.

When he came, he held her tight, biting into her shoulder as his orgasm ripped through him. Then he held her until she was finally stilled.

“That was different,” she whispered, leaning back against him.

“It was more than different,” he replied wickedly. “It was almost perfect.” He caught his breath.

“Almost?” she teased.

“I feel I can do better.”

“I’m exhausted.”

He reached for her once more. “Rest up, Duchess. I’m just getting started.”

“But I’ve already…” She was out of breath. “Had two orgasms.”

“Three.”

“What?” she licked her bottom lip, enjoying this.

“When I first tasted you. Then when I put my fingers inside you, and then when I?—"

“I stand corrected.”

He began to play with her again, his breath hot, his mouth wet. “Lie back and let me make you come.”

Which he did. Two more times.

Later, when he had the strength, Dallas gathered Vivian in his arms and took her upstairs. He climbed into bed and pulled her close.

“I like this,” he whispered in her ear.

“Like what?”

“You in my bed.”

She turned to face him, her eyes wide and shiny…and suddenly serious.