Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(38)

“Then that’s what you’ll get. You ready for me, Harmony?”

“Yes.”

He ran his hand down her back, letting his fingers wander over the soft material of her dress.

“I want to kiss you, f*ck you right now. I want to bend you over your desk, lift that pretty yellow dress you’re wearing over your hips and drive into you and make you come over and over again.”

He watched her lips part, her breaths increase.

“So that’s how it’s going to be,” she said, her breath a low whisper.

“That’s how it’s gonna be.” He moved into her, letting her feel how damn hard he was. “That’s what you do to me, so don’t ever think you don’t turn me on. Don’t ever think I don’t want you.”

He took a step back, saw the disappointment on her face. He knew the feeling.

“But your assistant is out there, and your blinds are open. So this isn’t the right time or place. Because when I f*ck you, Harmony? I’m gonna make you scream.”

Now he saw the passion flare in her eyes. He wanted her more than anything right now. Dammit.

“I’m counting on it.”

“Tonight.”

“Just like that?”

He cocked his head to the side. “You got another date?”

“No.”

“Then tonight. Your place, my place, I don’t care. But tonight. I’m not waiting any longer.”

She nodded. “Come on over to my place. Is seven thirty all right? I could cook—”

“I don’t want dinner, Harmony. I just want you.”

“All right, then. Seven thirty.”

He was glad his T-shirt covered his raging hard-on as he walked out of her office, and he was also glad her assistant was on the phone as he walked by.

He climbed into his SUV and fired up the air conditioner to arctic levels.

It was going to take a lot to cool him down, especially since all he could think about was how many hours until seven thirty rolled around.





Eighteen





Harmony had wanted to call Alyssa, to talk about and examine everything she and Barrett had been through and talked about.

But in the end, she had finished up her workday and had gone home, first stopping at the store to pick up some beer and wine. And despite Barrett’s warning that he didn’t plan on having anything but her tonight, she also bought a few snacks.

They might not be hungry before, but she intended to make him burn off a few calories tonight, and he might have an appetite later.

She had a light dinner, then took a shower and dried off. She felt a tingly awareness all over her body, as if every cell awaited Barrett’s touch.

Kind of crazy. She’d never felt this sense of anticipation before. Barrett had been all she thought about as she’d gone through the remainder of her day today.

She lotioned her body, fixed her hair and makeup, and decided on an easy-to-remove silk sundress. She considered lighting candles in the bedroom, then decided that was a little too cheesy.

She went downstairs and thought about opening the red wine to let it breathe.

No. All he wanted was sex.

She lifted her head and stared out the doors to her balcony. Was she upset by that? She thought about it for a few seconds, then decided she wasn’t.

She’d just gone through a breakup and she’d been honest with him when she’d told him she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend or a relationship.

She was attracted to Barrett. All she wanted was sex, to feel desirable.

He most definitely desired her, and, for right now, that was all she needed.

When the doorbell rang her heart began to race—like teenage-girl, first-date race. Which was ridiculous. But also made her feel giddy, and what was wrong with that?

A man should make a woman feel like that, shouldn’t he?

She went to the door and opened it. Barrett was leaning against the doorway, and when he gave her a smoldering half smile, parts of her quivered.

All the good parts, of course.

“Evening, Harmony.”

“Barrett.”

She held the door open for him and he stepped in. She shut and locked the door behind her, and for good measure, turned the dead bolt.

Barrett looked delicious in dark jeans and gray T-shirt. She wanted to lean into him, to run her arms over all that delicious muscle. But she resisted.

Soon.

She walked into the living room, unsure how soon he planned to throw her to the ground, lift up her skirt and shove his cock inside of her. The thought of it made her tingle.

Okay, maybe not soon enough. She turned to face him. “Would you like some wine or a beer?”

“No, I’m good. But if you need a glass of wine to relax you, go ahead.”

She felt his energy. It fueled her own. “Honestly, Barrett, I’m so pent up right now I don’t think it would help.”

He stepped toward her and smoothed his hands up and down her arms. “Pent up?”

“Yes.”

“Do I make you nervous, Harmony?”

“No. I’m never nervous around you. Not anymore. More like . . . aware of you.” She laid her hands on his chest. “The way you stand, the way you cock your head to the side when you’re thinking about something, your crooked smile—”