He had a handful of her dress and bunched it, then lifted it over her hip, smoothing his hand over her butt. “I love your ass, Harmony. So soft and curvy. You’re built like a woman. Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate your body?”

She was going to swoon in an embarrassing way if he kept tossing out the compliments, not to mention feeling weak in the knees from his hand on her ass. She clutched his shirt and drew his mouth to hers.

When he kissed her, it was an explosion of hot passion. Suddenly his hands were everywhere, lifting her dress, his fingers on a quest inside her underwear to grab her butt. She was out of breath as he pulled her closer to his erection.

Oh, why weren’t they naked yet?

He lifted her as if she weighed nothing. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he walked up the stairs toward her bedroom.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she whispered against his lips.

“Faster this way.” He set her down next to her bed, then untied the straps of her sundress, letting it fall to the floor. “And if I didn’t get you up here right now, I was going to fuck you in the kitchen.”

Her lips curved. “I would have been all right with that.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for round two.”

She was happy to hear he was game for round two. She’d already made sure to clear her calendar for tomorrow morning. She intended to keep Barrett up all night.

But first, she needed him to shed some clothes. She lifted his shirt and he helped her out by pulling it over his head and tossing it to the side.

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Now she had access to his beautiful skin. She splayed her hands over his sculpted abs, letting her fingers map a trail along his muscular torso. She slid her hands up his chest, lingering where his heart was, to feel the mad pumping.

She tilted her head back to look at his face. “You’re heart’s beating fast.”

The wickedly sexy look in his eyes seared her. “Yeah, you do that to me. You turn me on. I like your hands on me.”

Keeping her focus on his face, she let her hands drift lower, over his abs and down to his jeans, where she undid the button. His cock was hard, straining against the zipper as she drew it down.

She grasped his jeans at the hips and shoved them down to pool at his feet. He toed out of his tennis shoes and kicked them off, then stepped out of his jeans, leaving him in only his boxer briefs.

The man was so incredibly sculpted, with amazing, well-muscled thighs, strong calves, and the package—well, the package was eager to escape the briefs and she had to admit she was just as anxious to get a peek.

She met his gaze again, and he leveled his signature crooked smile on her that signaled he was happy to let her do the unveiling.

She dropped to her knees and pulled his boxer briefs down. His cock sprang up and she looked up at him and smiled, then wrapped her hands around his thick shaft.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Barrett said. “Put your mouth on my cock and suck it.”

His command raised goose bumps on her skin. She flicked her tongue over the wide cockhead, using her hand to stroke him. He was so hard, so impossibly thick, and when she put her mouth over the head and fit her lips over him, bringing his cock into her mouth, he shifted forward, sliding the shaft along her tongue.

“Yes, like that. Flick your tongue along the head.”

He cupped the back of her head, controlling her movements. She had to admit it was such a turn-on to give him pleasure, to hear his groans and the way he spoke to her as she rolled her tongue over the shaft, pulled it out of her mouth, then engulfed him.

“Christ, that’s good. Now take it in deep. I want to see your mouth filled with my cock.”

She breathed in the musky scent of him, then slid her lips around his cock and pressed down, giving him suction, taking his cockhead all the way to the back of her throat.

“Fuck yeah. Like that.”

When he withdrew, he bent and lifted her to stand.

“Any more of that and I’ll shoot come down your throat. God, you’re good at sucking me, babe.”

Before she could say anything he took her mouth in a deep kiss, his hand coming around to unhook her bra. He smoothed his hand over her back, then around the front of her, sliding down to slip his fingers inside her panties.

She moaned against his mouth as he dipped his fingers along her sex.

“You’re wet,” he whispered against her mouth, pulling back enough to look at her. He slipped a finger inside of her. “Wet and hot.”

She couldn’t speak, could only gasp as he tucked another finger inside of her. “Do you feel that? Do you feel the way your pussy grabs onto my fingers?”

“Yes.”

He withdrew his fingers, then pulled the straps of her bra down, tossing it onto the floor. He laid her on the bed and she wriggled onto the center. He grasped her panties and pulled them off, then joined her on the bed.

She expected him to grab a condom—she’d laid a box on her nightstand in clear view. Instead, he nestled in next to her, pulled her against him and kissed her—thoroughly, his hands roaming over her breasts, teasing her nipples with light brushes of his fingers until she writhed against him.

He pushed her onto her back and fit a nipple into his mouth, gently sucking until she thought she was going to die from the sensations that shot from her nipple to her sex. Was there anything Barrett didn’t know how to do, and do perfectly? He went from one nipple to the next, gathering her breast in his hand and lavishing attention on each nipple, nipping and sucking on them until she arched against him, either needing him to do that forever because it felt so damn good, or please get to her pussy because she needed to come right now or die.




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