He chuckled, amused, as he moved up her body, and then let her taste her own desire as he kissed her hard and deep.

"More," she whispered when he broke the kiss. "Please. I want you inside me."

He could see the heat spike in her eyes, and he could feel the way his cock tightened with just the thought of it. The wonderful, incredible thought of it. Hell, he could already imagine what it would feel like to bury himself inside her and he was so damn hard right now--and she was so incredibly wet--that he could probably fill her up with just one, hard thrust.

And here she was, spreading her legs wider, opening herself to him. She was ready, so ready, and he had longed for this moment for more than half his life.

He had to do it. He had to take her.

Urgently, he moved over her, hard and ready. The feel of her against the tip of his cock was beyond incredible, and as she bit her lip and urged him to please, please hurry, he used his fingers to open her. He was trying to keep control. Trying to overcome that urge to just thrust hard toward heaven. He knew better. He knew he wanted to take it slow.

He pushed against her, just a little bit--and oh, Christ, she felt so good, and he held her hips so that he could go deeper, and then--

And then he lost it.

Lost everything.

Control of himself. Of the moment.

Lost his goddamn erection.

A wild burst of fury and self-loathing shot through him and he lurched back off the bed.

"Dallas? No, please." She propped herself up on her elbows. "We need this. Please don't stop. Please."

"This?" He cupped his soft, useless dick and watched her eyes widen from the harsh tone of his voice.

At first she only looked confused, but then she twisted so she could see him better. She was looking at his face at first. Then her eyes flicked down and he saw awareness--and shock--bloom on her beautiful face.

"Is this really what you want?" He couldn't keep the self-loathing out of his voice.

"Dallas--" He heard the pain in his name, and the confusion.

"I thought--I'd hoped. Oh, fuck, Jane, they destroyed me. But I kept you in my head when they--" He couldn't say it. Hell, he couldn't even think about what the Woman had done to him.

He shuddered from the memory, then pushed it away. "All these years, you've been my light." He thought of Adele telling him that if he wanted to actually manage to fuck her, then he should think of Jane, because surely he'd keep his erection.

But he wouldn't try. He would never sully Jane like that.

And now it turned out that even Jane herself wasn't enough for him to keep it up.

He shook his head, disgusted with himself. Embarrassed. Lost.

"Dallas, it's okay. It's not--"

"What? Important? The hell it's not." He drew in a breath, then laughed at the dark irony of it all. "You think we should fuck each other out of our systems? Well, guess what. It's never going to happen. Can't happen."

He clenched his hands at his sides, trying to forestall the urge to put his fist through the wall out of sheer frustration. "I'm broken and I'm your brother. And I can't be the man for you."

He didn't wait to hear what she had to say. He didn't wait to see her expression.

He just turned and went into the bathroom, then shut the door behind him. He turned the lock, then slid down to sit on the floor.

Right then, that was about the best he could manage.

And the award for worst handling of a moment ever goes to me.

I frown as I hesitate outside the bathroom door, my hand poised to knock. I don't though. Because I don't know what to say.

Tags: J. Kenner SIN Erotic
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