Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(62)

“I should go,” Alyssa said. “I have to make a stop at the hair-supply store before I head home.”

Harmony hugged her. “Looks like the storm is going to get bad. You be safe driving home.”

“I will. You, too.”

Harmony said good-bye to her mother, who made her promise to call as soon as she got home, then told her brother she’d see him in Texas, since he was heading down there tomorrow morning and she wouldn’t fly out until tomorrow night.

She headed out, with Barrett right behind her. She could see lightning out in the distance. Hopefully she’d beat the storm home.

She got into her car, and as she hit the highway, she noticed Barrett’s car behind her. Not unusual, since they lived in the same direction, but as she got closer to home, his car stayed behind hers.

She smiled, and was grateful to have him stay behind her because the downpour started several miles from home. It was a hard rain, with heavy wind, thunder and lightning. She pulled into her garage, leaving the door open when Barrett pulled into her driveway. He made a quick dash into the garage, but he had gotten wet.

She shut the garage door.

“Crazy storm out there. Thanks for following me.”

He shook water droplets from his hair. “I needed to be sure you got home okay.”

They walked inside. “Which reminds me, I need to call my mom. There are towels in the downstairs bathroom you can use to dry off.”

“Okay.”

He disappeared and she fished her phone out of her purse, made a quick call to her mother to let her know she was home and safe, then laid her phone on the counter.

Barrett came out of the bathroom with a small towel, rubbing it over his face and hair.

A sharp crack of thunder made her jump.

Barrett laid the towel down and came over to her, sliding his arms around her to tug her against him. “Scared of the storm?”

“Not really. Just surprised by the thunder.”

“It’s okay. I’ll keep you safe.”

“How about you take my mind off of it?”

His lips curved. “I can do that. You know, when we were at your mom’s tonight, it took all my willpower to keep my hands off of you.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.” He smoothed his hands down her arms, then turned her around to face her kitchen counter. “I kept thinking of being behind you over the kitchen counter, lifting that pretty white dress and f*cking you.”

Her stomach tumbled, the need she’d held in check all night releasing in a full-blown shudder when he drew the zipper down on her dress, then reached inside to cup her breasts. Even with her bra on, her nipples responded, tingling and hardening against his questing fingers.

Every time with Barrett was like this, her desire for him as fast and frenzied as the lightning outside. He bent her over the counter and pressed his lips to her neck.

“Whenever I’m around you all I can think about is being inside of you. You make me hungry, Harmony. You make me hard.”

He lifted her dress over her hips, drew her panties down around her ankles. She kicked off her heels and wriggled her panties off while she heard the tearing of a condom package. He pushed her thighs apart and nudged his cock to the entrance of her *, reaching around to rub her clit with his hand.

Her anticipation had put her nearly there. With a few strokes of his hand she climaxed. Tingling pleasure shot through her with an unexpected rush of delight. She cried out when he pushed inside of her, the waves of her orgasm continuing to pulse inside of her while he drove into her.

“Fuck,” he said. “You’re still coming.”

She came again when he f*cked her harder and faster, making her grab onto the counter for support. When he climaxed, he wrapped an arm around her waist and shuddered against her, thrusting his cock in deeply, his groan a delight to her frenzied senses.

He laid his chest against her back and she felt the wild beating of his heart, felt the perspiration of his skin as his thighs rested against hers.

“You’re sweaty,” she whispered.

“The things you do to me.”

She closed her eyes. He had no idea what he was doing to her, the way he made her feel, the responses he evoked in her.

It had never been like this for her. Not with any man before. She’d had great sex before, for sure. But with Barrett, it was as if every time was so incredibly powerful it laid her out, made her feel as if he were irrevocably weaving a spell over her.

He pulled out, then turned her around, framing her face with his hands to kiss her so tenderly it brought tears to her eyes. She fought them back, fighting the emotion.

This was just sex. Hot, rocking, crazy sex. Nothing more.

It couldn’t be more because she knew that’s what it was for Barrett.

She wasn’t going to get emotionally involved with him.

When he disentangled, he said, “I think I need a shower.”

They went upstairs and she pinned her hair up and joined him in the shower for a quick rinse off. She changed into a pair of shorts and a tank top, then fixed them both a glass of iced tea.

“Stay tonight?” she asked. “Storm’s still raging out there.”

She thought he’d object, but he just nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They cuddled up on the sofa together. He gathered her close and she laid her head against his chest and he rubbed his fingers up and down her arm. She wondered if maybe it was too late to fight the emotional attachment she had to him.