Sweetest Taboo (SIN 3)

She shook her head. "No--god no. I want this all to go away. But..."

"But what?"

"It's not going to go away. We're stuck with the cameras and the gossip and it's horrible, but it's there."

"I know," he said. "But that's not the point."

"Then what is?"

He shook his head, then took a step back as he ran his fingers through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. Hell, trying to fully understand his reaction himself. Because the truth was, she was right. This was just one more thing. One more burden. One more bone for the media dogs to chew on.

Except this wasn't about the media. This was about them. Or, more specifically, it was about the spotlight always shining on them. And not because Jane looked hot in a gown when she walked down the red carpet at some Hollywood charity event. Not even because Dallas was rumored to be fucking the latest A-list actress, not anymore anyway.

On the contrary, the gossip centered around their doomed relationship. A brother and a sister in love and disinherited. A tragedy played out across the Internet.

And every screen impression, every headline, every mention on some celebrity gossip show shouted out to the world that the way Dallas and Jane felt about each other was doomed. And worse.

Wrong.

Dirty.

Sinful.

She was the best part of his life, and yet all that the world reflected back to them was dirt and shame. Even in his own goddamn family.

And he fucking hated that.

Roughly, he took her hand and pulled her hard to him. She gasped, stumbling a little. He could see the question in her eyes and so he claimed her mouth before she could avoid it. The kiss was hard, almost desperate. It was a magic potion, a ticket, a window to a world without his dark thoughts, his taunting frustrations. A world where it was just Dallas and Jane. Love without all the goddamn strings and hurdles.

"I need you," he whispered as he broke the kiss long enough to pull her tank top over her head. She wore nothing under it, and now she stood before him in just a pair of running shorts, her breasts heavy and her skin flushed. Her lips plump from kissing. She stood with her legs slightly spread, and he idly rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, imagining how slick she was, how sweet she'd taste. His cock, already rock hard inside the cheap pair of athletic shorts he'd tossed on as soon as they'd arrived at the bungalow, throbbed almost painfully.

Roughly, he tugged her head to the side, making her gasp. Then he kissed his way down the side of her throat, relishing the small noises she made as she grew more and more needy.

"Tell me," he demanded as he kissed her lower still, then flicked his tongue over her nipple. "Tell me you know that you're mine." He bit her nipple as he slid his fingers down into her shorts and under her panties, moaning at just how wet she was.

"Yes." Her word was barely a moan. "Yes, Dallas, I know. Oh, god!" The word ripped out of her as he thrust his fingers inside her, and her muscles clenched tighter around him.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you." He moved his fingers in and out, brushing her clit with each long, deep stroke.

"Yes. Please, please, Dallas. Yes."

"Oh, holy hell." He'd wanted to tease her. To make it build. But there was so much pure need in her voice that he couldn't wait any longer. He had to be inside her.

He pulled his fingers from her, eliciting a frustrated groan. But that turned quickly into a gasp when he yanked down her shorts and panties. "Step out of them," he said, and as soon as she complied, he cupped his hands around her ass and lifted her. "Ride me," he demanded. "Hook your legs around my hips and ride my cock."

He held her weight as she lowered herself so that the tip of his cock teased her pussy. And it was all he could do not to come right then. Christ, he wanted to be inside her, and for just a moment the fear that he would lose his erection tormented him. Fuck no. Not now. Not tonight.

And as if he had to prove the point, he took a step forward so that part of her weight was supported by the side of the house, then urged her body lower, impaling her fully on his cock.

"Kiss me," he demanded, then took her mouth roughly, his tongue warring with hers, as hot and hard and wild as the thrusts of his cock. "Touch yourself," he told her when he could feel her body tightening. She was close, so close, and he wanted to feel her explode around him. He wanted her to completely shatter in his arms. "Slide your hand between us and stroke your clit."

She did, and he kissed her again, tugging on her lip, diving deep with his tongue. Teasing the corner of her mouth even as the rhythmic motion of her hand on her clit set his skin on fire, the way her fingers brushed over him simply from the proximity of their bodies.

"Tell me you're close," he said, when he knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Yes." Her voice was like a breath. "God, yes."

"That's it, baby. Come for me." He felt her body tighten around his cock, the way her legs shook with mounting pleasure, and her satisfaction pushed him to the edge. "Now," he cried. "Oh, god, Jane, now."