“I guess you will. Are you ready to head upstairs?”
He nodded, and she followed him upstairs. Two of the three spare bedrooms had been redone with tile floors that looked like wood, as was the rest of the house. It would be perfect for the weather and people coming in with wet feet from the pool. For the spare bedrooms, Barrett had decided on queen beds. The other bedroom had been turned into an office for Barrett. He’d chosen the one with a view of the water, and they’d decided on built-in furniture that fit the room, but left the closet intact so that at any point he could convert the room back into a bedroom.
In the master bedroom, there was plenty of space for a nice, king-sized bed, and still room for two chairs and a sitting area.
“Wow,” he said, noting the light coming in. “Widening and lengthening the windows made all the difference. Now with the French doors leading out to the deck, there’s an amazing amount of light in this room. And I’m glad we went with the shutters. Like you, I want it dark in here when I sleep.”
“I’m so glad you like it.” She was beyond happy, actually. He hadn’t once mentioned anything about the décor or the renovation that he disliked.
And when he walked into the master bathroom, he took a deep breath, then let it out. “You were so right about this shower, Harmony. I’m going to love this.”
“I agree. I’m actually kind of jealous of that steam shower, Barrett. Steam, multiple showerheads, single spray or multifunction, multiple jets . . .”
“I love when you talk dirty.”
She laughed.
He put his arm around her and tugged her against him. “Do you think you won’t be using it? Or any other room in this house? It’s not like I’ve been using you for design skills, and now that the house is done I intend to dump you.”
Her heart leaped. “So, I don’t have to worry about being kicked to the curb now that you’re moving in here?”
He laughed. “No. I already have thoughts of dragging you into that oversized shower with me.”
He pulled her toward the shower, but she placed her hands very firmly on his chest. “Oh, no. No shower for me. I have a client appointment this afternoon.”
He bent and nuzzled her neck, making chill bumps break out on her skin. “Cancel it.”
She clutched his shoulders, her body pulsing with sudden need. “So what you’re saying is that a walk-through of your new place was a turn-on?”
“No. Walking next to you while you’re wearing that hot dress is a turn-on.”
He kissed her and she fell into the taste of him, the way his mouth always worked a dizzying array of magic on her senses. She’d been pent up this week, focused on nothing but work. So had Barrett, and they hadn’t spent any time together. She missed his mouth on her, the way he always touched her when he kissed her, the way he made her melt all over.
He swept his hands over her dress, then lifted it, cupping her butt. He picked her up and carried her to the bed, laying her down on it.
“What do you say we christen this nice new house the proper way?”
Her lips curved. “Appointment, Barrett.”
He bent and licked the curve of her breasts. “I’d rather not make an appointment with you for sex, Harmony. How about I make you come instead?”
The business side of her wanted to object, but then he lifted her dress, drew down her panties and planted his mouth on her sex. The business side of her dissolved in a puddle. Now, she was simply a woman who craved the release her man could give her.
She fisted the comforter in her hands, disregarding the care she’d taken in smoothing out every possible wrinkle. At this moment she only cared about his mouth, his lips and his tongue, and the way he glided smoothly along her clit and *, making her clench and lift against him as she catapulted her way toward orgasm.
And when it hit, she arched and cried out, her entire body shaking from the cataclysm of her climax that had been denied for too long.
Barrett stood, grabbed a condom out of his pocket and unzipped his pants. He pulled her to the edge of the bed and slid inside of her in one smooth motion.
Still quaking with aftershocks of that incredible orgasm, her * vibrated around his cock.
Barrett leaned over the bed, bracing his hands on either side of her. His soft gaze penetrated her as he stilled his movements, making her quiver with unexpected emotion.
“When I’m inside you like this, I feel like I never want to let go of you. I could stay like this forever.”
She blinked back the tears that welled in her eyes, unsure of what to say in response.
She was in love with him, and the emotion tore at her. With Barrett buried deep inside of her, she knew with one hundred percent certainty that he was the only man for her, and always would be.