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I swear my breathing gets heavier as I clench my thighs together.
Why couldn't I have a little fun with Barrow? I’m holed up in this lodge, not sure what I’m going to do next. I’ve spent my whole adult life with Aurora. What will happen when I leave here? She’s staying, so where does that leave me? Crap, I hadn't really thought about all of that until this moment.
Even when we hung out earlier, Aurora talked as though I was also staying here for good. But this isn't our home. Scratch that. This isherhome now. I’m sure she and Diego will be saying ‘I do’ very soon.
I guess I’ll head back to Hollywood? That’s where we live now. It would be pointless for Aurora to keep the big house in the hills. Which means I’d have to move. I’d also have to pick a new city to live in since Hollywood isn't home anymore. We only lived there because that’s where we needed to be. I never felt comfortable there. Actually, I never really felt at home anywhere. Except here. I push that thought aside.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” Barrow asks.
Iamthinking too much. I don’t want to think about tomorrow or the next day. I want to be in the now. I grab Barrow’s shirt and pull him toward me. He lets me. I drop my head back and he does as I silently ask him to. He kisses me.
His mouth meets mine as my eyes fall closed. The kiss is soft at first, his mouth lightly brushing over mine. I let out a small sigh as I part my lips for him. His tongue slips into my mouth to tangle with mine. He grabs me, pulling me into his lap so that I’m straddling him as he deepens the kisses. His hands fist my hair as he kisses me with a hunger I’ve never felt before.
His other hand slips up the back of my shirt. His fingers graze back and forth, caressing my skin as though he can’t stop himself from touching me. It doesn't matter where as long as his fingers can be on my skin. I whimper, wanting more of him. I shift against him, feeling his erection. I love how being in his arms makes me feel so dainty and small.
I rub myself against his cock. The need to come makes my movements quicker. I dig my fingers into his shirt as my body takes what it wants, and he lets me. He pulls his mouth from mine to trail kisses down my neck and back up.
“Are you going to come for me, beautiful? Are you going to cry my name again?”
“Yes.” I’m so close. His mouth captures mine again. He nips at my bottom lip as his other hand goes to my hip and his fingers dig into me.
“I’ll be the only one you’ll ever come for. Take what you need.”
I grind down on him.
“Come,” he orders in a low, gravelly voice.
I do. The orgasm courses through my body. I let go, calling out his name. I slowly open my eyes realizing that I’m now on my back with him over me. He stares down at me, the hunger clear in his eyes.
“And I thought you were beautiful before. Now you’re breathtaking.”
I swallow hard as a rush of unexpected emotions hit me so hard that all the walls I’ve built up around me shake.
Barrow smiles down at me, knowing exactly what he’s done. I want to both push him away and pull him closer. Before I can get lost in my thoughts, he kisses me. My mind blanks, and all I can do is feel. Something that I haven’t allowed myself to do in a very long time. Yet when it comes to Barrow, I don’t seem to have any other choice.
7
BARROW
Ikiss her hard, needing to eat up every last bite of her. God, this woman drives me wild. I can’t get enough of her. The sounds she made, the way she moved her perfect body against me—I’ve never been so turned on in my damn life.
I run my fingers through her hair, but when I feel that lump on her forehead, I stop.
She groans when I get to my knees and look down at her. “What?”
“You need to rest.”
“Rest?” She blinks like that word has zero meaning.
And I really want to agree with her, to throw myself on top of her and lavish her with affection and love. That’s what Ifeel, but my mind is telling me otherwise. My mind says she needs to relax, to get some rest, and to recover from the accident.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck, what am I thinking? She just told me she’s still suffering from aches and pains and I’m over here pawing at her.
“What’s wrong?” Her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips swollen from my kisses.
“You need to rest.” I force myself to back away and get to my feet. “I’m sorry I—”
“Sorry?” She sits up, and when she does, she winces.
