All fucked up.

Wasn’t that what he’d told the redhead? That he liked his sex fucked up? Dirty? Base?

And it was true. It was so damn true.

But not with Jane. He’d never wanted to drag her down like that with him. So what did he do the first chance he got? He jacked off to the sight of her masturbating, just like he would have done with any of his other women. Just like he’d so often ordered them to do so he could get release. So that he could keep that tight hold on the way that sex played out in his bedroom and at the club.

He should never have given in, but he’d been so hard, and she’d looked so damned amazing. He knew what she’d been doing—her idiotic idea that they needed to fuck each other out of their systems. It wouldn’t work. He’d never be rid of the want of her, the need of her. But today, she’d been trying to force his hand. To make him take the lead.

In a way, he supposed he’d done just that.

He ran his fingers through his hair, frustrated because he didn’t know where to go with this. They were on some damn sexual merry-go-round, and they were going to have to figure a way off if they wanted to have any sort of relationship at all. He couldn’t fuck her and he didn’t want to lose her, and he was all out of options.

A dull ache was building in his head, and he went to the bar and poured himself a scotch, just to take the edge off. He’d intended to sip it, but instead he slammed it back, then poured another. His cock was stiff again just from the memory of the way he’d gotten off while watching her finger-fuck herself. He figured he’d toss this second drink back, too, and then go take an ice-cold shower and see if that helped.

He stripped off his shirt, then did the same with his shorts and briefs. He wasn’t even out of the small living room when he heard the door open. He cursed himself for not thinking to lock it—when did he ever on the island?—then turned instinctively, expecting Liam.

Instead, he saw Jane. A wildness in her eyes and raw fury on her face. “Just who the hell do you think you—”

She stopped cold, obviously just now seeing him, and her strangled little gasp made his already heated skin burn even hotter.

He watched as she gathered herself. Blinking a little and then biting on her lower lip as her eyes roamed slowly over him.

He didn’t think she did it on purpose, but when she reached his eyes, she actually licked her lips, like he was her own private candy stash. The thought curled through him, along with a delicious fantasy of how he’d like to order her to suck him off.

Fuck.

“Don’t you knock?”

He saw the debate play across her face, along with an innocent pink blush that made him want to turn her over his knee and spank her, just to see if he could get the exact same color on her ass.

The indecision on her face lasted only for a moment. Then she burst forward as if she’d been shot and wrapped herself around him, her lower abs warm and soft against his cock, her mouth hard and hot on his.

He should have pushed her away right then, but he no longer had the strength. She’d won, maybe, but he’d damn well make the victory his own.

Wildly, he took her, kissing her deep. Hard. He slid one hand under her hair and untied the simple bow that held her bikini up. Then he slid his hand down and repeated the process with the bow at her back.

The two triangles of material stayed put—held tight by the pressure of her breasts against his chest—but he knew they would fall away if he stepped back, exposing her to him.

He didn’t step back. Not yet. Not when he could still savor the moment.

Now, instead, he focused on her mouth. He slid one hand up and held her throat so that she couldn’t step back, couldn’t move. She could only open her mouth to him and give him what he wanted. And she did, her low, whimpering sounds of pleasure shooting straight to his cock.

With his free hand, he cupped her ass, then found the scarf’s loose knot at her hip and untied it. He let the silk fall away, anticipating repeating the process with her bikini bottoms. But she was bare beneath the scarf, and that naughty boldness made him smile and kiss her deeper.

As his tongue explored her mouth, his palm cupped her bare ass and pushed her tighter against him so that the movement of their joined bodies stroked and teased his cock. The friction sent waves of pleasure rolling through him, taking him closer to the edge until he was on the verge of coming right there. Right on her stomach, her tits.

And that’s when—finally—some tiny spark of reason cut through the sensual haze and he pushed her away from him.

With a sigh, he started to reach down to pick up his shorts. She got there faster, grabbed them, then tossed them across the room.

“What the—”

She indicated her own naked body with a sweep of her hand. “Fair is fair,” she chirped.

Oh yeah. He’d love to turn her over his knee.

He closed his eyes and willed himself not to think about her ass. Or any part of her at all. She was wearing him down; he knew it. And he needed to get back control. “You should go.” He spoke firmly in the kind of voice the women he invited into his bed obeyed. The kind of voice that gave inarguable orders to his team.

“Not happening,” she said, apparently immune. “I’m tired of waiting, Dallas. I’m going to take what I want.”

“You don’t want this.” Why the hell couldn’t she get that through her skull? “You don’t want me. I can’t give you—”

“What? Everything? You think I don’t know that? What we are to each other? Why it can’t ever work, ever?” She stepped around him and headed for the bedroom.

He stood for a moment, a little irritated but mostly amused.

“Of course I get it,” she continued. “And if I have to be just your friend, just your sister, then okay. Fine. I can deal with that. But we can’t even get there because of the damn elephant in the room.”

She sat on the bed, her legs spread just enough so that he could see how wet and swollen she was. She patted the mattress beside her. “You want me—don’t you even think of denying it. And I want you. And so I’m here to take what I want, and then maybe, just maybe we can get our heads clear and move on.”

“Don’t you get it? There is no fucking you out of my system. I can’t—”

He stopped, his mouth tight and hard, then took a deep breath and tried a different tack. “You will never be out of my system, and you have no idea what you’re asking.”

“I know I can’t live like this. Everything wild and scattered. My emotions all over the place. I hate it, and one day I’m going to hate you, too, for making me feel this way.”

“Maybe you should. Maybe I deserve it.”

“You’re not the one who deserves it,” she whispered, as a shadow crossed her face.

“No,” he said, remembering what she’d confessed in the cabana. That she blamed herself for those extra four weeks he’d been held. “Don’t even think that.”

She looked up at him, and now her expression was hard as steel. “Then take my mind off it. Tell me what you want, Dallas. Do you want me to lay back? Do you want to watch while I touch myself? Do you want me to suck your cock?” She glanced toward him, where the cock in question was enthusiastically answering both those questions in the affirmative. “Well,” she said with a smile. “I guess so.”

He stepped closer to the bed.

“This is what you want?” he asked. “For me to treat you like one of those women who fall into my bed? Who gossip that they’ve had me and whisper about the size of my cock?”

“Well, it’s definitely worthy of its reputation.”

He wasn’t amused. “Jane.”

“Yes.” She lifted her chin. “That’s what I want.”

“You don’t even have a clue what you’re asking. If you knew what I did with—”

“Then show me. Pretend I’m your little Oxford grad Argentinean girl. Or that bitchy redhead from your party. Do you kiss them, or is that too personal? Maybe you just fuck them.”

He scoffed. “That’s the last thing I do.”

“Then show me what you do first.”

He almost laughed, but the sound caught in his throat as she stood and came to him. “Do you order them on their knees?” she asked as she went onto hers. “Do you fuck their mouths?” She brushed the tip of her tongue along his glans, then took in just enough to tease.

And then, without warning, she opened her mouth and drew him in so deep his balls brushed up against her chin.

Lust and self-loathing combined inside him, an explosive combination, and he reached down, grabbed her under the shoulders and practically tossed her back to the bed.

She stumbled, then sat. “Dammit, Dallas, I—”

He was in front of her in a second, pushing her back so that she was lying flat on her back with her knees bent and her legs hanging over the bed. He stood between her legs as he leaned over, then pressed his hand against her mouth to keep her quiet as her eyes fired with anger.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered, and saw the anger recede and her eyes go wide as she processed his words and then complied.

He kept one hand on her mouth, and with the other he teased her inner thighs, stroking slowly as he moved higher and higher to her bare pussy. She writhed under his touch, frustrated that he wasn’t stroking where she wanted. That he was taunting and teasing.

He intended to do a lot of that.

With a small smile, he pulled both his hands away.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, and the need in her voice made him even harder. “Don’t you dare stop.”

“Slide up,” he ordered, and she hurried to comply as he got on the bed beside her, then straddled her, his cock rubbing provocatively over the mound of her sex.

“Dallas.” His name was almost lost in the desperate whimper.

He leaned forward to stroke her breasts. “I should toss you out of here, and lock the door.”

“Maybe.” Her breath was ragged, filled with anticipation. “But you won’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because we’ve tried staying apart and it doesn’t work. Because you want me. Because I’m naked and wet for you, and that makes you hard.”

He closed his eyes in defense against the truth. “Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted this? How often I’ve imagined you laid out naked for me?”

Her throat moved as she nodded. “Of course I do.”

Of course she did.

He was in her fantasies, too, and that simple, straightforward realization pushed him forward, past the voice in his head that said it couldn’t work. That there couldn’t be a happy ending and this woman in his arms couldn’t make him whole.

Probably true. But right then it just felt so damn right.

And maybe it would be right. Maybe this time, because it was her in his bed, it really would all be right again.

She was laid out like a feast for him, and he leaned forward to take a nibble, grazing his teeth over her tight nipple, and then sucking on her breast. She squirmed in pleasure, and the soft noises she made only fueled his desire.

He wanted to taste the rest of her, and he started to slowly drift down her body, biting and kissing as he moved lower toward heaven. As her gasps and sighs became more desperate.

She arched up as he teased her navel, and he could make out her soft, whimpered words. “Don’t stop. Please, please don’t stop.”

He had no intention of stopping. He’d wanted this, needed it, for years.

Hell, forever.

He kept his head down, his attention on the soft skin of her abdomen as he kissed his way lower. But he felt her fingers when she twined them in his hair. When she pushed him downward, urging him to move faster, to taste her and take her higher.

Which was exactly what he intended to do.

He slid lower on the bed, then teased her inner thighs with the tip of his tongue. He held her tight as she writhed, obviously coming undone from the pleasure he was giving her.

Slowly, he kissed his way up, then laved her pussy with his tongue. She tasted sweet and smelled of sex, and in the moment when he closed his mouth to suck her clit, he remembered the first time he’d done that very thing. Her trusting innocence, his fumbling exploration. And the wild, incredible union they’d felt when she’d exploded in his arms—and they’d both managed to escape the dark. Even if only for a moment.

Now he knew his way around a woman’s body better, but no woman had tasted like Jane. Had responded like Jane. And as he teased her with his tongue, he thrust two fingers inside her, filling her, urging her, making her struggle against his hold on her as she tried to ride up to passion.

And then he felt it. That distinctive tremor as she cried out and bucked and exploded beneath him, and oh, holy crap, the look on her face. Passion. Pleasure. Bone deep satisfaction.

He was the one who had given her that. And he couldn’t understand how anything as exceptionally right as this moment could be wrong.

“Dallas,” she murmured meeting his eyes. “Hi. And wow.”

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.