Page 92 of Dallas Rivals

A smile tugs at my lips. He never stays the whole night. He usually slips out the moment I fall asleep.

But not today.

“Good morning,” I whisper, running my fingers along his arm.

“Don’t say that,” he murmurs against my skin. “It means my time here is over.” He presses a kiss to my neck, and a chill ripples through me.

“And right now,” he adds, voice low and rough, “I’ve got other plans.”

“What kind of plans?” I whisper, the house still quiet around us.

Oliver climbs on top of me, pushing his member between my thighs to show me how aroused he is. This time, I take it a step further and guide him inside me with my hands. When he enters me, he hisses, closes his eyes and loses himself in the moment.

“I like your plans...” I say, digging my nails into his back.

“Fucking you in the morning,” He buries his face in my neck and traces the curve of my ear with his tongue. “I have to cross that off my list.”

“I didn’t know there was a list.”

“I have lots of fantasies about you and your body when I’m driving home.”

His thrusts increase, as do my moans, so he covers my mouth with his hand and sinks deeper into me.

I close my eyes and thank God for his hand silencing my moans.

Orgasm hits us at the same time, and we finish with a sensitive, slow kiss.

Oliver possesses a mind-blowing ability to shift between raw, instinctive passion and gentle tenderness, often within moments. Primal and soft at the same time, creating an intense and memorable experience that lingers in my mind.

There’s a knock on the door.

“Cala, honey, can I come in?”

The tender, magical moment comes to an abrupt halt and we both tense up.

“No, I’m changing clothes, Mum!” I say, pulling up the sheets and running around the bedroom like a headless chicken.

Oliver smiles and seems to maintain his composure.

“Well, I’ll wait here.”

Shit.

“No! No, go downstairs! I’m coming; I just need a second!”

Oliver covers his sleepy face with the pillow to hide his laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” I whisper.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she says.

“Of course she’s okay. I just gave her an incredible orgasm,” the bastard whispers.

I hit him with a pillow.

“Yes, I’m sure. Go!”

I press my ear against the door and listen to my mum’s footsteps retreating down the hall and then down the stairs.