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“I need to get a condom,” I say.

She nods slowly, and I get up off the couch and go into the bedroom. My heart is thundering hard, and I shed all my clothes completely as I fumble around in my nightstand for another condom. Then I walk back out of the bedroom, and there she is, in the hallway. Completely naked. During that time, she took off all her clothes, and she’s standing there against the wall, hands behind her back.

The only other time I’ve had a feeling that comes close to this is when I’m about to ride a bull.

A mean one. In a championship tournament.

When it’s going to be the ride of my life.

Heart raging, body on the edge, hands trembling.

The feeling isn’t gentle. It’s not easy.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

I don’t want sweet, easy, romance. I want this. I want to be cut open by it, scarred by it. I feel like this is what I’m always looking for. Every night out in that arena, I’m looking for this. To feel something. Something undeniable that cuts through all the bullshit.

This is it.

I stride toward her, aware that I must look as on edge as I feel. I reach out, grab the back of her neck and haul her toward me, my mouth crashing down on hers, the storm that reps between us a beautiful catastrophe. I press her naked body to the wall, her small, round breasts pressing against my chest, and I growl. I fumble with the condom, roll it onto my cock, and lift her thigh up, thrusting hard inside of her body, pinning her against the wall as I thrust into her.

She grips my shoulders, crying out, arching against me, and shuddering every time I thrust home.

“Mine,” I growl. “Mine.”

She whimpers, clinging to my shoulders as I push us both to the edge of sense, the edge of reason.

“Mine.”

Stay on for eight seconds, Dodge. No glory if you can’t finish the ride.

I grit my teeth and try to hold back. I need her to come. I put my thumb between our bodies, rubbing her sweet little clit as I continue to thrust inside of her. Deep. Hard.Please.

“Come for me.” I’m begging now. I don’t care.

She gives me what I want, beautifully. She trembles and shivers in my arms as she comes apart, biting down hard onmy shoulder as she quakes. And then I give up all control. I wrap my arm around her waist, lift her entirely off the floor as I thrust inside of her, losing myself in the rhythm, in my pleasure. In my need. When I come, my knees buckle, and I press her against the wall, my arm planted next to the side of her head, as I try to keep myself from falling over.

“Dallas,” she whispers, pushing my hair off my forehead. I open my eyes, and meet hers. “Sarah.”

She kisses me, deep and fierce. And then I suddenly hear a roar come from the other room.

Dragons. That movie is still on.

I laugh. “Well. I finally figured out how to distract you from hobbits.”

“An orgasm will do that,” she says.

“Christ,” I say, scrubbing my hand over my face.

She laughs. “I’m not quite God, Dallas. But I’m close.” Then she poked me in the ribs, which she keeps doing, and I grab her arm and pull her up against me.

“You need to be punished,” I say. I’m teasing her, but I’m starting to get turned on again.

“I wouldn’t say no,” she says.

I lean in and bite her lip. “Really?”

Her cheeks turned bright red. “You do have a lot of experience, don’t you?”

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