Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(42)
She grabbed her now-filled cup and went to the fridge for cream, then to the sugar bowl for a teaspoon of sugar. She pulled up a chair at the table and had taken one long, glorious sip of coffee just as Barrett came down.
If she’d known he was going to show up in her kitchen shirtless and with his jeans mostly undone, she wouldn’t have bothered to make a cup of coffee, because she was definitely awake now.
He gave her a sexy smile. “Good morning.”
“Good morning. I tried not to wake you.”
“You didn’t. My body has an internal clock. It wakes itself.”
She grinned. “I know that feeling.”
He came around behind her and nuzzled the back of her neck, sending chill bumps all over her and making her nipples hard. “Sleep well?”
She reached behind her to wrap her hand around the back of his neck, then tilted her head back to kiss him. “What little sleep I had was good.”
His eyes looked exceptionally blue and desirable this morning as he made eye contact with her. “And who was the one who insisted on one more round at three a.m.?”
She shrugged, then turned around to grab her coffee. “I’m going to say it was you.”
He laughed. “Yeah, I don’t think so.”
“And I don’t recall you complaining.”
He made himself a cup of coffee, then pulled up a chair next to her at the table. “You’ll never hear me complain about sex. I’m a guy. You know how we are.”
“Yes, I do know how you are.”
She liked their morning banter, and that he hadn’t run downstairs fully dressed and ready to go out the door like so many guys she knew would do—and had done. Even Levon had been like that. He had never been one to linger, or make small talk.
“Got any appointments this morning?” Barrett asked.
She shook her head. “Not until later this afternoon. It’s mostly paperwork.”
“Good.”
“What about you?”
“Nope. I’m free.”
“That’s good.” He moved his chair closer and raised one of her legs, resting it on his thigh as he drank his coffee. “So we have some time this morning.”
“Time for what?”
“You know, to kick back and relax. Or . . . whatever.”
Her gaze drifted to his face. Hot desire was written all over it, and, coupled with the way his hand drifted up and down her leg, the warm stirrings of need quickened inside of her.
He pulled her chair closer and continued to sip his coffee. Her coffee was forgotten as his fingers inched up her thighs, sliding underneath her silk shorts to tease her bare flesh.
He arched a brow. “You dressed sparingly this morning.” He cupped her sex, his fingers tapping ever so lightly over her clit.
She drew in a breath. “I was in a hurry.”
“Needed that coffee fix, huh?”
“Yes.”
He slid his fingers lower, parting her flesh to tuck a finger into her *. Warm pleasure surrounded her as he found an easy rhythm that lulled her into a sensual haze.
“What do you need now, Harmony?”
She lifted her hips, riding his finger. “I need to come.”
“I know what you need. You need my hot, wet tongue on your *, licking you all up and down until you scream.”
Just hearing his deep, gravelly voice uttering those words made her quiver in anticipation. “Yes.”
He laid her foot on the floor, slid out of his chair and dropped to his knees, then drew her shorts off. He spread her legs, cupped her butt in his hands and lifted her toward his mouth.
She leaned back and watched as he slid his tongue over her *, avoiding her clit while he teased her lips and the top of her sex.
She reached out to grasp his hair, tugging on it. “Barrett.”
His only response was to make humming noises against her. It was the sweetest torture, and when he found her clit, covered it with his lips and tongue and bathed her in hot, wet pleasure, she closed her eyes, lost in sensation. She was catapulted to another realm where only pulses of desire existed.
He dipped a finger into her, f*cking her slow and easy as he danced a languorous route around her clit with his tongue, swirling it over and over the bud until she thought she’d die from the pleasure. She was lost in a sexual fog, in her own feelings, as she took a slow, beautiful ride to orgasm.
And when she climaxed, it was with a low moan, her entire body feeling every sweet pulse as she watched Barrett latch onto her clit and suck her, then gently lap around the now sensitive bud to take her down from that incredible high.
She lay limp against the chair and he reached up to tangle his hand in her hair and kiss her. She tasted herself on his mouth, an incredible aphrodisiac that fired up her desires all over again.
She pressed on his chest. “Drop your pants and sit on the chair.”
His lips curved. “Yes, ma’am.”
He stood and unzipped his jeans, dropping them to the floor. She grabbed his jeans to kneel on them, then nestled between his thighs as he took a seat in her kitchen chair.
“You taste damn good, Harmony,” he said, sifting his fingers through her hair.
His cock was hard, and she grasped hold of it, stroking it as she looked at him. “You made me come so good, Barrett. Now I’m going to do the same to you.”