His Stolen Bride Page 8
I slip off the counter and sneak out. I’m going to let this settle in for a little before I bring it back up. I really don’t have a lot of time here. I walk toward my bedroom and hope Barrow is there. I don’t know how I can miss him when I haven't been away long. I know it’s silly, but I’m disappointed he didn't seek me out like the other men had.
I’m hoping he thinks I’m well enough that we can explore things. I might only be here for a few more days, and I want to spend a lot of the time with Barrow. I know I can’t fall madly in love with him in the short time I’m here. It feels safer to just keep the emotional parts light with him now. I don’t have to worry about getting my heart broken, but I can have a taste of him before I leave. So, my plan is easy. Emotions? Nope. Sexy times? Yes! Easy, right?
I want him in every way possible. In ways I’ve never wanted another man. When I enter the bedroom, I find it empty. I let out a disappointed huff. I should get naked and lay in the bed. I debate if I could really do that. Would that tempt him or send him running?
I decide I’ll get under the covers naked. I think this plan is brilliant as I strip out of all my clothes and crawl under the covers to wait for him. I wait and wait, and he never comes. Why isn't he looking for me? With an irritated huff, I get up from the bed. The door opens before I can go in search of my clothes.
Barrow's eyes lock with mine for a second before he slams the door shut, and I hear the lock click into place. I reach for my shirt, but he beats me to it, tossing it further away.
“Beautiful,” he says in warning. “I can only be pushed so far.” His breathing is heavy, and I can see that he’s turned on. The look in his eyes makes me feel more confident. I stand, putting my hands on my hips.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Where?” He steps closer. “Tell me where you want my mouth.”
My nipples harden, and I grow wet instantly. Is there such a thing as a kink for liking to be ordered around? It’s not something I’ve ever thought I’d be into. Hell, I wasn't sure I was into anything until Barrow. I’ve met so many supposedly hot men in my line of work, and none of them light me up like Barrow can.
“Everywhere. I want you to kiss me everywhere.” It’s now or never. Time’s running out for us, and I’m not going to waste another second of it.
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Barrow
I grab her, my fingers sinking into her soft skin. She feels amazing, and when my lips meet hers, I can’t stifle the groan that lofts from my lungs.
Walking in on her naked has to be the best decision of my life. I lay her on the bed and hover over her, then glance at the bump on her head.
“I’m fine.” She cups my face and makes me focus on her eyes. “You can’t hurt me, Barrow.”
I hope that’s true. Our lips meet again, and I can’t seem to stop this desire from overriding every bit of logic that usually rules my brain. I have to have her, and if this is the way, then I’ll happily kiss her wherever she wants.
She’s warm underneath me, her breasts jutting up and pressing against my chest. I want to feel her, so I lean back and yank my shirt off, then toss it to the side. When her bare chest meets mine, a shiver of goosebumps races along my skin.
“Damn.” I can’t believe this is happening, my fantasy playing out just as I’ve imagined it so many times.
“Hmm?” She runs her fingers through my hair.
“You’re better than I dreamed.” I kiss her throat, tasting her skin and then moving lower to admire her full breasts. “You were made to be a pinup, beautiful, but no one else will ever get to see these curves.” I capture one nipple in my mouth and suck the hard tip. She arches, her fingers pulling my hair as I cup her other perfect tit, my hands just big enough to encompass it.
I suck and nip at her till she’s panting. Then I switch to her other nipple and mark it as mine. I could suck her all day, just playing with these gorgeous tits, but I can’t deny my need for more of her. The way she’s moving her hips against me and trying to get friction—I know just what she wants.
So I kiss my way down from her breasts. When I get to her stomach, she tenses.
“What?” I look up at her, her eyes on me.
“It’s just.” She squirms. “I’m just sort of round and—”
“Perfect. That’s what you are.” I kiss her stomach, following the curves of her body. “You’re beautiful, Bells, all of you. Every last fucking inch of you.” I run my teeth along the soft skin of her waist, then bite her hip.
She moans, and the sound goes straight to my cock. I can’t resist any longer. I need to know what she tastes like. Dipping down, I press a kiss to the dark curls at the top of her sex, then slide my tongue into her slit.
“Barrow!” She arches, and I spread her legs wide and wedge my shoulders between them.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” I lick her from bottom to top and relish her taste. My cock’s so hard it’s trying to ram a hole through the mattress, but this isn’t about me. It never has been, not from the moment she walked into my life. “I think it wants to be kissed more than anything else.” I lick again, then suck her clit.
She gasps, and I don’t stop. I suck and taste her until her thighs shake. Then I press a finger into her tight cunt. She’s wet and needy, her body ready for release, but I don’t grant it, not until she’s so desperate to come she begs me for it.
Easing another finger in, I stroke her inside and focus on her clit, flicking my tongue against it before bearing down and sucking on it.
Her hips lock.
I back off.
“Barrow!” Her voice is a symphony of need and frustration.
“What is it, beautiful?” I twist my fingers up and press deeper inside her.
“I’m so close.”
“You want to come on my face, Bells?”
She shakes.
“Because that’s what I want. I want to taste your pleasure. Just tell me that’s what you need, beautiful.”
“Please,” she whimpers. “Please let me come.”
That’s all I need to hear. I return to her clit and stroke her with my fingers. When I run my teeth along that sensitive nub, she stops breathing, her body arches, and she comes on a low moan that is nothing except my name on repeat.
A perfect sound. One I want to hear every day for the rest of my life. I keep sucking and licking until she shakes at each contact.
Then I pull back and marvel at her. Hard nipples, wet pussy, and flushed skin. The most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
She stares up at me, her eyes dazed. “That was—”
“Not everything.” I smirk and lean back down and kiss her thigh, moving lower to her knee. “After all, you said you wanted me to kiss you everywhere.” So I do. And I take my time.
I heave the axe downward and split the wood with an explosive separation. Then I grab one of the halves and line it up on the stump so I can swing again.
My cock is still half hard and aching for Bells. But after I devoured her earlier, I let her rest. If we get into bed again, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to keep my dick to myself. Because, fuck, I keep thinking about her tight cunt, her hard nipples, and the way she said my name.