Page 46 of Dallas Rivals

Think, Oliver, think. You’re not usually this impulsive.

“I don’t have one,” I whisper, resting my forehead against hers, my breath ragged and my eyes closed in frustration.

Cala opens her eyes, and I can see her eyelids heavy with lust, and I want to break everything around me for missing out on something like this.

“I...I take the pill,” she says shyly, her pride preventing her from sounding desperate for me, and I won’t allow it, because she’s not the only desperate person in this barn.

“And I’ve never been with anyone without a condom,” I reply, looking into her eyes, analyzing those microseconds where she reveals her true thoughts.

But all I see is acceptance.

Cala moistens her lips, running her tongue over them, and my stomach tightens at the sight of something so erotic. What I would give to see that tongue on my cock, impossible fantasies for someone like me. Driven by the intensity of the moment and the acceptance in her eyes, I lean forward, capturing her lips once more in a passionate kiss. My hand moves with urgency, pushing her thong aside. Without hesitation, I press myself against her, slowly sinking into her warmth, overwhelmed by the connection and the raw need that pulses between us.

I hiss like an animal when I feel her heat surrounding me; she digs her nails into my back and lets out a shy moan.

“Are you okay?” It feels very tight; I might be hurting her.

Cala Saint-Clair nods and bites her lips, so I push into her slowly to feel every inch around me. I don’t know if it’s because it’s the first time I’ve had sex without a condom, but I’ve never experienced a more delicious sensation.

It overwhelms me.

It consumes me completely.

My mouth seeks hers and we fall into perfect sync as I thrust and she takes all of me.

I hated myself all this time for wanting her, for imagining her beneath me in my bed on more than one occasion, but now that I have her, I want to congratulate myself for not missing out on this ecstasy.

The pressure between us increases.

“Cala...” I moan into her neck, “damn it.”

“You...you...” Her voice cuts off abruptly, she takes a breath and her body tenses.

I can see the wave of pleasure coursing through her body as I thrust into her quickly. Her open mouth, her tightly closed eyes trigger the most intense and explosive orgasm I’ve ever felt.

Shit.

Shit!

Waves and waves of pleasure overwhelm me, and I release myself inside her without mercy.

We both stay quiet, trying to catch our breath—trying to come back to ourselves. When we finally open our eyes, they find each other again, and just like that, we’re back on solid ground.

She brushes her fingers along my face and smiles softly. I give her one back—small, unguarded, real.

“I wish you’d smile more often,” she says. “It looks good on you.”

Her words hit a nerve, and just like that, the smile fades.

“Sorry,” she mutters. “That came out wrong, like a boomer.”

I pull away from her slowly and tug my jeans back on.

“It’s fine,” I say, still smiling faintly. “I get that a lot.”

She sits up and starts fixing her clothes, pulling bits of hay from her hair one by one. I give her space, walking to the barn door. When I try to push it open, it doesn’t budge.

“What the hell…?” I shove harder, but the door doesn’t even creak.