“Yes, suck it,” he whispered to himself, caught up in the fantasy of her mouth covering his cockhead.
He stroked the shaft, fisting it in his hand and drawing it through, imagining it disappearing in the warm recesses of Harmony’s mouth. He shuddered at the visuals of her lips compressing over his flesh, of her tongue darting over his cockhead.
He could go all night doing this, fantasizing about her sucking him. But dammit, he could already feel his balls tighten, could already feel them quiver in anticipation of his climax.
He reached over on the table for a tissue and held it in one hand while he pumped his shaft harder and faster in his fist, wishing Harmony were here. He’d want her to watch him get off. Hell, he’d want to watch her get off. Now that’d be something he’d enjoy. Her, naked and spread-eagled on his sofa, her sex open to his view while she pumped her fingers inside and teased her clit. God, he wanted to see her naked so damn badly.
“Fuck.” The visuals were all too much. He let loose a stream of come into the tissue, his hips pumping hard as he groaned and shuddered through an orgasm that was filled with images of Harmony crying out while she came, too.
Spent, he crumpled up the tissue, pulled up his pants and went into the bathroom. He flipped on the light, flushed the tissue and stared at himself in the mirror while he washed his hands.
“You could have had her, dumbass. Instead of jacking off into a goddamn tissue, you could have been inside of Harmony.”
Except for that number-one rule—she was Drake’s sister.
He stared down at the sink and shook his head. Yeah, he’d gotten off, but he felt no more satisfied now than he’d been before.
With a disgusted sigh, he turned off the bathroom light and left the room.
Harmony got ready for bed, already anticipating the awesome night’s sleep she was going to have now that Barrett had installed the shutters for her.
She washed her face, brushed her teeth and turned off the lights, smiling as the room was bathed in utter darkness. As she stared up at the ceiling, she thought about tonight.
She had put on a brave, aggressive front for Barrett tonight, making sure to show off her confident side. But inside, when she’d touched him, she’d been a quivering pile of gooey marshmallow just waiting for him to touch her back.
And when he hadn’t, her confidence had taken a hit.
But she wasn’t the type of woman to take one setback and give up. Because Barrett had definitely been interested. Hard as granite interested. Just the thought of him getting hard over her made her wet.
God, the man was so damn stubborn, though. He could have been in her bed tonight. Instead, now she lay here, frustrated, every nerve ending taut with tension.
She slid a hand inside her top to fondle her breasts, imagining what it might have been like tonight if Barrett had pushed her against the wall and kissed her.
She could feel his lips on hers, soft and firm, taking command, rubbing his hard cock against her * as his tongue warred with hers.
With a whimper, she tucked her other hand inside her panties to cup her sex. She gasped and rubbed her clit, visualizing how it would have gone down tonight had Barrett stayed.
He was a demanding, powerful man, the kind who would take what he wanted from a woman. She could well imagine him drawing her underwear down and putting his mouth on her *, licking and sucking her until she came.
The visuals slammed into her as she quickly rubbed her clit. She was so wet, so hot, and when she came, she moaned his name, begging him to fuck her over and over. Her climax was a crazy release, and one she welcomed. One she’d desperately needed.
She rested her hips on the bed and let herself float down from that amazing high.
“Dammit, Barrett,” she said to the ceiling. “We could have had such a hot time tonight.”
With a little pressure, she could wear him down.
She respected him wanting to honor his friendship with Drake, even though his loyalty was a bit misplaced. If she’d been seventeen or something, then definitely.
But she was no child, and Drake was already overprotective enough about every aspect of her life. She would not let her brother call the shots over her romantic life.
She wanted Barrett.
She intended to have him.
With renewed confidence, she turned on her side and closed her eyes.
Nine
Harmony and Jeff both told Barrett the crew would show up today to start demo on his house, and he wanted to be there to watch. Plus, Harmony had called and made an appointment with him for this morning to meet about some design stuff.
What he hadn’t expected was for Harmony to be at his house. When he parked his SUV on the street, she was outside in the driveway talking to Jeff. She was holding a stainless steel cup in her hand and waving it around as she talked. Obviously an animated conversation was going on, and she wasn’t happy about something.
He grabbed his cup of coffee out of the car and headed their way.