by Jaci Burton
"Yeah. Last year at New Year's Eve at your mom's. You leaned over to get something out of the oven and your dress rode up. I wanted to come up behind you and lift your dress and touch you. Hell, if I'm being honest, I wanted to do a lot more than just touch you."
She shuddered at the visual. "Why didn't you ever say anything to me?"
He ran his hands down her rib cage and over her hips. "You know why."
She most definitely did not want the topic of Barrett's friendship with Drake to interfere in what was happening with them tonight. "Touch me now. Do whatever you want to me now. I'm here and I'm all yours."
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.
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.
But he lifted his head and gave her that smile. "You have the softest skin," he said, before licking his way over her belly and lower. "And you smell so damn good."
He nipped at her hip bone, making her moan before spreading her legs and kissing her inner thighs. He teased her, kissing and licking just above her sex.
"Barrett."
He raised up. "Yeah, babe."
She looked down at him. "Nothing."
He teased his thumb around her clit. "Something you need?"
"You know damn well what I need."
"Yeah, I know damn well what you need. But I like playing with your pussy. You smell and taste like tart honey down here."
She was quivering all over, anticipation making her feel like a needy addict jonesing for a fix.
She was addicted all right. To the man nestled between her thighs. And when he put his mouth on her, she couldn't help the long, low moans that fell from her lips. His tongue was hot, wet and exactly what she needed as he lapped her up from her clit to her pussy. He slid his tongue inside of her, and all she could think about was that the reality of this was infinitely better than any of the fantasies she'd had about Barrett.
The man had a talented tongue and lips and knew exactly what to do to make her soar. He rolled his tongue all over her, never lingering in one spot. The sensations were indescribable, and when she came the first time, it was a shock. She cried out and shuddered uncontrollably as her orgasm crashed through her. And when Barrett licked her gently into another one not long after, she moaned and thrashed like she hadn't come in ages, even though it had only been a few minutes since the last one. This time, he had his fingers inside of her and she felt her pussy squeezing them as she climaxed.
When he climbed up next to her, she was still breathing har
d.
"Twice, huh?" he asked with a supremely confident smile.
"That doesn't happen often. Or like, hardly ever."
"We're just getting started, Harmony."
She believed him. If any man could give her multiple orgasms tonight, it was this man.
Still quivering and breathing hard, she reached over onto the nightstand and grabbed a condom, handing it to him. "Suit up, Barrett. Let's see how many more you can give me."
Nineteen
Barrett hadn't expected Harmony to be so responsive, so hot, so damn . . .
Sexual.
He liked a hot woman, one who could own her sexuality and have fun in bed. He had an inkling he might find that with Harmony, but until now, he'd had no idea how incredible she'd be.
And they'd barely gotten things rolling.
He tore open the condom and slid it on, then kneeled between her legs.
Damn, she was beautiful, her skin glowing like banked embers in what little light there was in the room. He grasped her hips and draped her legs over his thighs and inched the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He cupped her butt and held on to her as he eased into her, feeling every inch of her draw him in and tighten around him as he filled her. He held her like that for a few seconds, letting her get accustomed to the feel of him.
She raked her nails down his arms and lifted against him, signaling her need for more. He drew her against him as he thrust, watching as her lips fell open and she grabbed onto his arms to pull herself deeper.
He leaned over to slide his arm under her back and lift her up so she was seated on his thighs, impaling her deeper onto his cock.
"Oh, fuck yeah," he said. "I like being buried deep inside you like this." He showed her how much by thrusting up and then rocking back and forth, giving her the friction she needed.
She responded, panting against him, using her nails to dig into his shoulders, lifting, then slowly sliding down on top of him. He grasped her hips and helped her, the two of them falling into a tempo that worked for them both. Slowly at first, which sure as hell worked for him as he felt every inch of her sweet, hot pussy grabbing onto him whenever he slid back inside of her. And her answering moans told him she liked what he gave her.
"Do you feel it, Harmony?" he asked as he stilled, feeling her body quiver. "Do you feel your pussy tightening around me?"
She moaned, her gaze lifting to his. He saw the hunger in her eyes, and fed off of it, giving her a slow, easy thrust.
"Yes. I feel it. Make me come, Barrett."
He laid her on the bed and spread her legs, keeping her up on his thighs to give himself access to her. He used his fingers to tease her clit as he eased into her.
"Oh. Oh yes. Like that. That makes me come."
"Like that?" He gently stroked back and forth on the tight nub until she arched against him.
"Yes. Oh, God yes." She tightened her grip on his arms, bucking against him until she tilted her head back, cried out and squeezed his cock with the force of her orgasm.
He slid her off of him and dropped onto her body, entering her with full, deep thrusts, feeling every quake of her orgasm while he powered into her. She was so hot, so tight and coming apart around him. He couldn't hold back, and when he came, he shuddered against her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss that left him sweating and spent.
He wrapped an arm around her and held her while they both caught their breath. Finally, he released her and left to dispose of the condom in the bathroom. When he came back, Harmony had propped her pillow up against the headboard and leaned against it.
He joined her but not before leaning over to brush his lips against hers. "That was damn good."
"It was for me, too." She slid out of bed. "And now I need a drink. What would you like?"
"Ice water."
"Okay."
She was gone only a few minutes, and when she came back in she carried two glasses of water. She handed one to him, then climbed onto the bed and sat on her heels, sipping her glass of water.
He liked that she didn't run for a robe or put on clothes or hide under the covers. He admired a woman who was so confident about her body. Harmony had a right to be. She had a bangin' body, curvy in all the right places. He reached out and smoothed his hand up and down her thigh.
"You're beautiful," he said.
She took a deep breath and let it out. "Thank you." She swept her hand along his leg. "You're pretty damn hot yourself. Let me know when you've had enough rest time, so we can do it again."
He really, really liked this woman. And he was going to really, really ignore the fact she was Drake's sister.
He put his glass on the end table, then took hers and set it down next to his. He pulled Harmony across his lap and kissed her, played with her breasts and soon had her breathless and moaning as he slid his hand between her legs.
"I've had enough rest time," he said.
Her lips curved. "I figured you'd be ready to make me come again."
"And again and again, babe."
He'd give her all she needed. And more.
All damn night long.
Twenty
Harmony hadn't set an alarm, mainly because she and Barrett had been up most of the night, but also because her body woke naturally anyway.
So when she got up to use the bathroom and grabbed her phone, she wrinkled her nose.
Seven a.m. So much for sleeping in. She was awake now, though, and as she stared down at Barrett's gorgeous naked sleeping form, she figured there was no point in waking him. She slid into a pair of shorts and a tank top and went downstairs to brew coffee.
She slid her cup under the brewer and waited, checking her e-mail on her phone. Fortunately, nothing pressing happened last night and she didn't expect anything this morning, so maybe she'd have some time to jump all over Barrett before he took off this morning.
She grabbed her now-filled cup and went to the fridge for cream, then to the sugar bowl for a teaspoon of sugar. She pulled up a chair at the table and had taken one long, glorious sip of coffee just as Barrett came down.
If she'd known he was going to show up in her kitchen shirtless and with his jeans mostly undone, she wouldn't have bothered to make a cup of coffee, because she was definitely awake now.
He gave her a sexy smile. "Good morning."
"Good morning. I tried not to wake you."
"You didn't. My body has an internal clock. It wakes itself."
She grinned. "I know that feeling."
He came around behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck, sending chill bumps all over her and making her nipples hard. "Sleep well?"
She reached behind her to wrap her hand around the back of his neck, then tilted her head back to kiss him. "What little sleep I had was good."
His eyes looked exceptionally blue and desirable this morning as he made eye contact with her. "And who was the one who insisted on one more round at three a.m.?"
She shrugged, then turned around to grab her coffee. "I'm going to say it was you."
He laughed. "Yeah, I don't think so."
"And I don't recall you complaining."
He made himself a cup of coffee, then pulled up a chair next to her at the table. "You'll never hear me complain about sex. I'm a guy. You know how we are."
"Yes, I do know how you are."
She liked their morning banter, and that he hadn't run downstairs fully dressed and ready to go out the door like so many guys she knew would do--and had done. Even Levon had been like that. He had never been one to linger, or make small talk.
"Got any appointments this morning?" Barrett asked.
She shook her head. "Not until later this afternoon. It's mostly paperwork."
"Good."
"What about you?"
"Nope. I'm free."
"That's good." He moved his chair closer and raised one of her legs, resting it on his thigh as he drank his coffee. "So we have some time this morning."
"Time for what?"
"You know, to kick back and relax. Or . . . whatever."
Her gaze drifted to his face. Hot desire was written all over it, and, coupled with the way his hand drifted up and down her leg, the warm stirrings of need quickened inside of her.
He pulled her chair closer and continued to sip his coffee. Her coffee was forgotten as his fingers inched up her thighs, sliding underneath her silk shorts to tease her bare flesh.
He arched a brow. "You dressed sparingly this morning." He cupped her sex, his fingers tapping ever so lightly over her clit.
She drew in a breath. "I was in a hurry."
"Needed that coffee fix, huh?"
"Yes."
He slid his fingers lower, parting her flesh to tuck a finger into her pussy. Warm pleasure surrounded her as he found an easy rhythm that lulled her into a sensual haze.
"What do you need now, Harmony?"
She lifted her hips, riding his finger. "I need to come."
"I know what you need. You need my hot, wet tongue on your pussy, licking you all up and down until you scream."
Just hearing his deep, gravelly voice uttering those words made her quiver in anticipation. "Yes."
He laid her foot on the floor, slid out of his chair and dropped to his knees, then drew her shorts off. He spread her legs, cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her toward his mouth.
She leaned back and watched as he slid his tongue over her pussy, avoiding her clit while he teased her lips and the top of her sex.
She reached out to grasp his hair, tugging on it. "Barrett."
His only response was to make humming noises against her. It was the sweetest torture, and when he found her clit, covered it with his lips and tongue and bathed her in hot, wet pleasure, she closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She was catapulted to another realm where only pulses of desire existed.
He dipped a finger into her, fucking her slow and easy as he danced a languorous route around her clit with his tongue, swirling it over and over the bud until she thought she'd die from the pleasure. She was lost in a sexual fog, in her own feelings, as she took a slow, beautiful ride to orgasm.
And when she climaxed, it was with a low moan, her entire body feeling every sweet pulse as she watched Barrett latch onto her clit and suck her, then gently lap around the now sensitive bud to take her down from that incredible high.
She lay limp against the chair and he reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, an incredible aphrodisiac that fired up her desires all over again.