Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11) (18 page)

“You notice a lot.”

“About you? Hard not to, you being all imposing and hot.”

He laughed. “Thanks for the compliment. Now let’s talk about you.”

“Me? What about me?”

He tipped his finger under her chin and tilted her head back. “You have the prettiest eyes, Harmony. And the way you smile makes me catch my breath. And your mouth—damn you have a sexy mouth. Your laugh makes me turn my head whenever we’re in the same room. It’s like you put your entire soul into your laugh. It’s genuine, and if there’s one thing that makes a woman attractive to me, it’s when she’s real. And everything about you is real. There’s no bullshit about you. I know when you say something, you mean it.”

“Well, that’s true.” She loved that he told her what he liked about her. It made her toes curl.

And when he leaned in, his breath sailed across her cheek. He cupped the back of her neck. “Did I mention how much I like your mouth?”

Her breath caught when he kissed her and she grasped his arms, digging her nails in.

He groaned, then wrapped his arm around her back, tugging her closer, fitting his mouth firmly with hers and sliding his tongue inside to lick against hers.

She was swamped with sensation. She breathed in his crisp, clean scent, taking in how hard his body felt as he pushed her against the counter. Her nipples tingled and she pulsed with damp desire as he cupped her butt to draw her in closer to his erection.

And when he arched against her, rubbing his cock against her pussy, she wanted to lift her dress, draw down her panties and get off against him. She needed release, the kind only Barrett could give her.

She’d fantasized about this moment for years, of what it would be like to have him touch her and make her come. It was almost surreal to believe it was about to become reality.

When he pulled his mouth from hers to rain kisses along her jaw and her throat, he whispered in her ear.

“I’ve thought about fucking you, Harmony. I’ve thought about it for a long time.”

She leaned back, searching his face to see if she could read that as some kind of bullshit line men laid on women.

All she saw on his face was earnest desire. “Did you?”

“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 hard.

“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.”

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.