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He grins. In control and loving it. “You saw all the best parts of me today.”
“Yeah, well I’ve seen the worst parts of you already.” I wad his T-shirt in my hand and yank it up to reveal a panel of defined abs interspersed with golden-brown hair. Another whimper edges from my throat.
“You haven’t. Not yet. I don’t want you to regret anything.”
“I won’t. I’m itchy,” I say, referring to our discussion about how long it’s been since we’ve each had sex. “Assuming you haven’t slept with anyone since that conversation, I bet you’re itchy, too.”
“Like I’m covered in fire ants,” he mutters, and somehow manages to make that sound sexy. “But the timing’s off.”
Like a teenager who’s been told “no” I pull a sulky expression.
“Ah, ah.” He shakes his head. “I’ll still set you off, sugar. I just don’t have the time to kiss to the insides of your knees like I promised. Or tickle that space where your thigh meets your ass with the tip of my tongue.” His kisses my bottom lip, tasting sweet from the ice cream we shared earlier.
A sharp ziiiip! sounds and my dress sags at the front. I snap my spine straight when his warm palm touches my bare skin.
“Let’s see how far we can get you by only taking off your bra.” He wears a predator’s smile as he steers me toward the couch.
“Frustrated. That’s where you’ll get me.” I sit with a graceless whump.
He leans heavily against my body, his lips devouring, his tongue stroking mine. I forget what we were arguing about and kiss him back. He pulls my dress down to my waist, baring my upper half. I arch toward him, trying desperately to rub against the erection that has to be there. It has to.
When I reach for his belt, he grabs my hand and pins it over my head. The other follows when I reach for his shirt.
He rains kisses down my throat and over my bra, biting the fabric and gently grazing first one nipple, then the other. I let out a sharp “Oh!”
His expression is no longer cocky ease, but pointed, eager longing.
“We can go fast this time, slow the next time,” I say. “Just... Let’s do it. Sex now. Please?”
“She begs.”
I growl low in my throat and struggle futilely against his hands acting as shackles.
He silences me with another kiss, and once I’ve capitulated, slips his hand behind my back and removes my bra. When that pesky material is out of the way, he swirls his tongue over my nipple. My growl of frustration morphs into a pleading moan.
My hips pump, my fingers feeding into his thick, short hair. Wordlessly, I beg for whatever he’ll give me.
But he has no intention of making me wait. His fingers vanish beneath the skirt of my dress and trail up my inner thighs. Once past the barrier of my damp cotton underwear, he strokes my folds. My cries of delight are lost in his mouth.
When he moves his tongue to my breasts again, I’m panting, gasping, about to explode into a million tiny cosmos. He finds my clit easily and delivers one debilitating stroke after another. With a breathy cry, I grip his shoulders and come.
My head slams back onto the pillow. My fingers dig into his shoulders as a thoroughly satisfied moan crawls out of my throat. I’m limp, my muscles jelly. My lips tingle, and the very satisfied part of me between my legs thumps happily in time with my erratic heartbeat.
After a few buzzy moments, I lazily open my eyes.
Barrett kisses my nose. “How was that?”
“Phantasmagoric.”
“Is that a word?” He looks amused and so handsome I can’t stand it.
“It is, though I’m not sure I used it right.”
His laugh is warm and welcome. He starts to stand but I cling to his neck, emitting a pathetic “nooooo.”
“You sure you didn’t have too much to drink, Kitty Cat? You’re not typically this wanton.”
“Wanton. Color me impressed on that two-dollar word, Fox.” His posture relaxes and I use it as an excuse to tighten my arms around his neck and pull him close. “Lay here with me for a minute. Or an hour.”
