Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(41)

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 * 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, f*ck 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 * 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 * 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.