But she didn’t know if what he was talking about was love, or just sex. So she wasn’t going to tell him how she felt.
He began to move within her, easing in and out of her so slowly it was unbearable in the sweetest, most torturous way. She felt every inch of him, and when he pushed in all the way, burying himself deep and grinding against her to rub his body against her clit, she moaned.
“I love those sounds you make,” he said. “They make my cock even harder. They make me want to fuck you hard and come in you.”
She met his gaze, giving him a slight tilt of her lips. “Wasn’t this supposed to be a quickie?”
He grinned down at her. “Yeah, but I can’t seem to do it fast when I’m with you. I want to linger, to feel you for as long as I can. To watch you when you come.”
He brushed his fingers lightly over her clit, making her gasp. “Yes. Make me come again, Barrett.”
“I want you to remember this first time at my house, Harmony. Remember this first time in my bed. No man will ever make you come like this.”
She already knew that. His voice was embedded in her heart, his body was enmeshed with hers. There was no one else for her. There could be no one else for her, because she loved him. And as he moved within her and used his fingers to take her to the very height of reason, she fell, his name spilling from her lips as she came.
He dropped down over her and kissed her, pistoning his cock faster and faster, prolonging her climax and making her moan against his lips. And when he groaned with his orgasm, it only heightened hers more.
After they caught their breath, he kissed her, a deep, soul-shattering kiss that made her tremble. He broke the kiss and met her gaze. “Sorry for the lack of a quickie.”
She smiled. “I don’t think you’re sorry at all.”
He held out his hand and lifted her off the bed. “You’re right. I’m not.”
She dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then straightened her dress, which fortunately would de-wrinkle in the Tampa humidity.
They went downstairs, where, unfortunately, there was nothing to drink. She’d stop somewhere before her next appointment and grab something cold.
“So you really like the house?” she asked.
“I really love the house. I’ll move in over the next couple of days. I’m already packed.”
“I’m so glad.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, this time a long, lingering kiss that was warm and tender and made her want to cancel her appointments for the rest of the day so she could stay with him.
But she had a job to do. So she pulled away. “I’ve gotta go.”
“Yeah, me too. You’re coming to the game Sunday afternoon, right?”
“Of course. Mama and I wouldn’t miss it. And I expect you to slay the opponent.”
He grinned. “I intend to.”
She wanted to say the words. They hovered on the tip of her tongue. But she didn’t.
“I’ll see you later, Barrett.”
“Okay.”
Barrett headed back to his condo. He’d spent the past few days packing up the things he was going to take over to the house.
He was just about finished taping up all the boxes. As he looked over the condo, he realized he was not going to miss it. Especially after seeing the renovated new house.
Harmony had done a great job. From the art on the walls to the sheets on the bed, it was perfect, and just as he wanted it.
Now he just had to convince her to move in with him.
She was independent, and it was one of the things he loved about her. So she might not go for it.
First things first, though. He’d have to have that long-put-off conversation with Drake. Once that was out of the way, he could move forward with Harmony.
He wanted her in his life. In his bed. In his future.
He was in love with her. He didn’t want to spend any more nights without her.
He just had to get through this first preseason game, and have that talk with Drake.
And then he’d have a big conversation with Harmony about their future.
Thirty-Three
It was the first preseason game. Barrett always felt like he’d waited forever for the season to start. Now it was here, and he was damn ready for it.
Drake gave him a crooked smile as they dressed for the game. “Defense is gonna dominate today.”
“You know it.”
“Then we’re gonna take the season.”
Barrett was pumped, and he felt the adrenaline rush from his teammates.
They gathered for a team meeting and their coach gave them a pep talk, told them what to watch out for in terms of the other team’s defense and offense. Then it was time to take the field.
About damn time. Barrett had all this pent-up energy, and he was ready to expend it on some offensive players.
He had a feeling this was going to be a good game. And it was going to end in their favor.
As they waited in the tunnel, he thought about his family, always behind him. The Cassidys were a dynasty. Barrett was proud to be a part of that dynasty.