Page 51 of Dallas Rivals

And his mouth…

His mouth moves like sin and salvation rolled into one.

I’ve been kissed before.

But nothing like this.

This feels like being consumed.

My body remembers the chaos, the fear, the storm—and twists it into something else entirely.

Heat.

Need.

A pull I can’t resist.

And all I can think is⁠—

I want more.

Of him.

Of Oliver Walker.

The bulge in his jeans presses against my leg. I want to touch it, but I’m afraid he won’t like it, so I beg him to do it himself.

“Touch me,” I whisper, opening the doors to this new moment completely.

Oliver doesn’t think twice. His left hand massages my breast while his tongue explores my mouth almost pornographically.

“Do you want me to take you again?” he murmurs as he positions himself between my legs, pushing his bulge into my center and sending adrenaline rushing from my spine to my toes.

“Yes...yes...” I beg.

He unbuttons my jeans and as soon as he has access to my body, he sinks into me again.

“I could live in here,” his movements slow, spaced out, overwhelming. “I want to live in here.”

He doesn’t seem to be talking to me.

“Is it okay if I put my hands here?” I ask, showing him where I want to place them, just above his shoulders.

He blinks those thick, dark lashes a couple of times before answering, then nods fearfully. He feels too vulnerable, and Mr. Walker is nowhere to be found, brooding melancholically as I’ve seen him do so often in recent months. This man is hungry, and it seems I’m the only candy at hand.

“You’ve done it before, and I want you to do it again.” In a second, he turns me around, leaving me sitting on top of him. “Ride me, Cala.”

Oh God.

What did I do to deserve this Adonis lying on the straw-covered floor, his cock inside me and eyes like those?

I follow his instructions, my hands resting on his shoulders as I move on top of him. He grabs my hips and throws his head back, growling and moaning with pleasure.

My orgasm builds slowly, raising my body temperature. Even though it’s very cold in this place, I feel like I’m boiling.

“Damn...” he says through clenched teeth. “Damn, how am I going to let you go once we open that door?”

I stop completely and he raises his head, confused.