Unexpected Rush (Play-By-Play #11)(67)

But listening to Katrina and Aubry talk flowers and cakes and invitations and the like sure was fun.

After a while, she got up and wandered the house, taking in all the beautiful old furniture, the antiques and the old photos of generations of Cassidys.

She refilled her tea and walked outside. It wasn’t quite dark yet, but the sun was setting, a bright orange glow mixing with the straight blues and oranges streaking along the horizon.

So gorgeous.

She was alone out here—except for the dogs, who excitedly greeted her.

“Hey, kids.” She bent to scratch all their ears, then stepped down off the porch to wander the path that led from the house to the barn.

She lived in the city, in a town house, where one wall butted up against her neighbors. She was used to constant traffic and loud noises. Out here it was peaceful and so quiet she could hear everything from birds to crickets to the wind rustling through the trees.

It was something she’d never experienced before. A quiet calm settled over her, a peacefulness that fell over her like a warm, serene blanket. She let it flow through her as she continued to stroll along the property, content to just breathe in the scents of hay and animals and fresh, unpolluted air.

She’d made her way past the first barn to another when she heard footsteps behind her. She wasn’t concerned, figuring it was either one of the ranch hands or one of the Cassidys.

“Lost?”

Her lips curved as Barrett came up beside her. “Intentionally lost.”

He led her off the path, where they walked a distance toward the second barn. It was dark in there, but he didn’t turn on the light.

No sounds came from within but she inhaled the smell of hay.

“Agricultural lesson?” she asked.

He took her glass and set it down, then backed her against the wall of one of the stalls where horses were obviously housed. “No. Biology.”

His mouth came down on hers, hard. She wound her arms around his neck and when he lifted her, she wrapped her legs around him, feeling the hard thrust of his cock against her.

She was damp, her breasts tingly and tender and her entire body pulsing with need.

Barrett kissed her neck, his tongue sliding along her throat as he lowered her to the ground. “I hate not being able to touch you. Damn if it isn’t the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.”

He lifted up her shirt and leaned down to kiss her stomach, rising to pull the cups of her bra over her breasts. His lips closed over one of her nipples and sucked. She bit down on her lip to keep from crying out.

“Barrett.” His name fell from her lips in a whisper. She was trying to be careful because she didn’t know who was out wandering. But when he continued to lick and suck her breasts, and then slipped his hand into the waistband of her pants to cup her sex, she no longer cared.

Being so close to him but not close enough had been torture, and also a turn-on. It had been like a touchless foreplay, and she was more than ready for him.

“Yes. Touch me. Make me come.”

He met her gaze and rubbed her, sliding a finger inside of her as he rubbed his thumb over her clit.

She kept eye contact with him as she gasped. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.”

“Oh, f*ck yeah,” he said, f*cking her * with his finger.

When she came, she shuddered hard, waves of pure ecstasy washing over her until she fell limp against him. She bit into his shoulder while he continued to use his fingers to pump into her.

Then he pulled his fingers from her and reached down to draw her pants and underwear off. He laid them over the gate.

He pulled a condom out of his pocket, unzipped his pants and put it on, then kicked her legs apart and slid his cock inside of her.

“Ohhh, yes,” she said, as he cupped her butt to draw her closer to him.

“I love being buried inside of you, Harmony. Goddamn if it’s not the only f*cking thing I can think about. The way your * squeezes my cock when I’m in you, those sounds you make when I bury myself deep. You drive me crazy.”

His words drove her over the edge, the way he pulled back then thrust deeper, grinding his pelvis against her clit. She could feel the tension building, the quivering, spiraling need inside of her ready to explode again.

She dug her nails into his back. “Just like that, Barrett. Harder.”

He groaned against her neck, then plunged into her, giving her what she needed to come. And when she did, she couldn’t hold back the wild cry. Barrett absorbed it with his mouth, kissing her with a depth of passion that sent her careening ever deeper into the throes of her orgasm. He went with her, groaning against her lips as he shuddered against her.

They both finally stilled and he broke the kiss, looking down at her. Sweat dripped down the side of his face, his expression dead-on serious.

“What am I going to do with you, Harmony?”

The words hovered on the tip of her lips: Love me.

Where did that come from? She’d never say that to him.

The trouble was, in this moment, she felt it. And God, she wanted him to feel the same.

Dangerous waters.

Instead, she grinned and swiped the sweat from his brow. “I could think of several things you could do with me.”

He finally let out a short laugh and disengaged. They got dressed and he led her into the tiny bathroom in the barn to clean up a little.