When You're Mine (MINE #3)(8)
I never responded.
On Wednesday, he sent another text asking if I would like to go to dinner and if I’d had any more headaches. Again, I ignored his text… but I couldn’t ignore the butterflies in my belly or the constant ache he’d created between my thighs. Then, last night he asked if my fingers were broken. I couldn’t respond because my fingers weren’t broken, but they were busy. Same as they were right now. I slipped them beneath my panties, remembering the way he touched me at the concert. Dripping with wet heat as I circled my clit, memories of that night spurring me on.
A heavy knock at the door immediately snuffed out my release. Was this seriously my life? I would give anything for a decent orgasm from a source other than my hand or a useless toy. Smoothing out my dress, I checked my reflection in the mirror near the door to make sure I didn’t look like a woman who’d just been masturbating. No such luck. I not only felt like a sex deprived nympho, I looked like one too.
Awesome.
Looking through the peephole, the heat in my cheeks intensified. I flung open the door, my drenched * clenching in appreciation. “What the hell are you doing here?”
Barrett was dressed in a black suit, a red power tie, and a hunger in his eyes. “Told you I was coming for you,” His brows furrowed as he peeked over my shoulder. “Do you have company?”
“No, why?”
He cocked a brow and a knowing grin pulled at his lips. “Your face is flushed. What have you been doing?”
“Nothing.”
Collecting a step, he held my eyes. “Have you been touching yourself?”
Blood drained from my face. My heart, which was already wreaking havoc in my chest, now lodged firmly in my throat. “No.” My weak voice was a betrayal, giving me away.
The son of a bitch smiled like a toothy lion as he backed me inside, kicking the door shut behind him. Reaching out, he circled his strong hand around my wrist, bringing my trembling fingers right beneath his nose. Nostrils flared along with the wild flame in his eyes. “You were touching yourself.” Taking my two middle fingers inside his mouth, he wrapped his hot tongue around each one.
Oh God.
He sucked my middle finger slowly, his burning blue eyes trained hard on mine. “You touched yourself in my bed too, didn’t you?” How the hell could he have known that?
Unless…
“I found your panties.” He released my wrist. “Were you thinking about me when you came in my bed?” His hands moved to my ribs. Those tempting lips were only a breath away. My mouth watered. I didn’t move an inch, even though I was dying to feel his mouth on mine. “I’ve been thinking about this since we met,” he said, sliding his hands up to rest beneath the swells of my breasts. My poor lungs begged for air. “You were wearing this sexy, low-cut dress.” Shaking his head, he grinned at my breasts. My nipples welcomed his touch. “Every time you bent over, I wanted to f*ck these,” He palmed each one, gently at first, then harder. Shame tried to burn through the desire, but Barrett quickly stomped it out. “I want to be everywhere. Between your tits, between your thighs, on your lips,” His cool breath feathered across my lips, teasing me. “But for now…”
Barrett dropped to his knees, full f*cking suit and all. I should have told him no. I should have pushed him away, but I didn’t say one damn word. The fire inside my chest and between my shaking legs told my brain that no one would ever have to know. This could just be our dirty little secret. Looking up at me, his hands bunched my dress at the waist, and then he pulled my panties down with his teeth.
Oh God, his teeth.
Then his hot mouth covered my clit, tongue rubbing back and forth as I brought my right leg up to rest on top of his shoulder. My hand found his hair, fisting tight and grinding myself against his hungry mouth.
“Yes,” I breathed, encouraging him to take more.
Take it all.
Barrett lifted my other leg to his shoulder, taking on all my weight before sliding me up the wall. My head was nearly touching the ceiling, but he never let up… savagely devouring every single inch of me. Barrett took my clit between his teeth, nipping then sucking over and over again until I came. Harder than I ever had before, in the mouth of the man that I could never have.
Fuck my life.
I searched for air as he gently lowered me to my feet. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would.” He licked his wet lips. “Sweeter.”
Is this guy for real?
I hadn’t even kissed the man yet and he’d already worked his way beneath my skin and panties. Regret came crashing in quick, robbing me of my temporary high. To add to the conflicting emotions, the empty feeling that usually followed never came. The knowledge that he could fill that void even a little had me wanting more.
Barrett smoothed back his unruly locks and straightened his tie. After he pulled a hand down his handsome face, he folded his arms across his chest, exuding confidence. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he looked as if he’d just conquered the world. “I read online that orgasms help with headaches.”
“Do you offer that service to everyone you visit, or just me?”
“Just you.”
I bent over to retrieve my panties. “What are you doing here, Barrett?”
He snatched them from my hand, tucking them inside his coat pocket with a smug smile. “Told you I was coming.”