Page 58 of Parentmoon

“Darlin’.” His whisper is full of cautious wonder.

“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “More than any woman could dream.”

“Jo.” His throat bobs as he swallows around my name. My gift to him is my trust.

Gliding forward, up his stiff shaft, my clit catches on his tip. Then, I shift, guiding him to my entrance. With a slow press, I take him into my body. I’d planned to take my time but with the first connection, I rush to bring him into me, lowering quickly and covering him.

With him deeply rooted inside me, his head falls back. Addressing the sky above us, he says, “This is heaven.” Quickly, his head snaps forward, eyes connecting with mine. “You are fucking heaven.”

He tugs at my dress, draping the material over his legs and belly, covering us, but there’s no doubt about the unseen. Dallas and I are connected in the most carnal way.

His hands grip my backside, almost keeping me still when a light suddenly flickers across the sliding glass door.

“What . . .” I choke, attempting to glance over my shoulder, but Dallas tugs my head to his and whispers at my ear.

“I’ll always protect you. Hold still.”

I don’t exactly hold still as I pull my head back, but I’m afraid to move. With Dallas buried within me, I’m hardly breathing as a man nears the house.

“Mr. Dallas, just doing a security check.”

“No worries, Alex. Beautiful night.” Dallas’s raised voice vibrates through our connection, and I clench, gripping him tighter within me.

“Have a good night,” the security man addresses us.

“Night,” Dallas replies. The depth of his voice rumbles through him and into me.

I remain speechless. This is the most compromising position I’ve ever been in. Glancing over my shoulder, Alex is quick to turn away and continue scanning the beach with his flashlight.

“Oh my God,” I groan.

“Say oh my Dallas, darlin’.” He chuckles, lurching his hips upward and drawing my attention back to him.

“That was embarrassing,” I whisper as if the security guard can still hear me.

“And you say you aren’t adventurous,” Dallas teases. Then he bucks again, and I bite my lower lip, trying to hold back a squeak of excitement.

Like a wild pony, Dallas surges upward once more, catching my backside and tugging me down on him, counterbalancing his actions. A little rough and a lot out of control, and I love it. At one point, the chair tips, coming down with a hard thud against the cement.

“I love the adventure with you, darlin’.”

I bite the inside of my cheek this time, holding back three little words that have no place in this moment but threaten to break free, wild as an untamed stallion.

Instead, I lean forward and try to kiss him, but our sporadic rhythm only allows other body parts to connect. Dallas thrusts and I jostle, moving like we’re galloping toward a finish line.

“Dallas?” I question as the familiar sensation only he can construct builds. My clit pulses. My channel clenches. The sensation of him sliding in and out of me, free of any barrier, brings on a second rush so fast I gasp.

“Darlin’.” The endearment is question and exclamation as he stills while I’m coming around him. The pulsing of him inside me prolongs my release and for minutes we’re only nerves and sensory and deep breaths, clutching at each other with hands and body parts wrapped over and around one another.

“Holy shit,” Dallas eventually whispers, dropping his head back once again and blinking. Then his head pops upright and he’s kissing me like he can restore his breath by bringing his lips against mine. His arms tighten around my back, keeping me in place on his lap.

Finally, we break, and he presses his forehead to my sternum. My arms curl around his head and I place my cheek on the top, circling him like I have the strength to lasso the moon, slip it in my luggage, and take it home with me.

If only keeping Dallas in my life like this was a possibility.

Chapter 15

The following morning, Dallas wakes me with a soft kiss before leaving for another day of fishing. I linger in bed, take a walk, have breakfast, and enjoy a massage. I didn’t realize how tense I was or the aches I could have in places like the backs of my arms and behind my knees. It’s the best massage I’ve ever had.