Forbidden Love

“Hmm.” I tapped my fingers on my chin. “Something like Lourde is my only daughter, take care of her, she’s my princess…”

“Something like that.” Tilting his head down, his gaze met mine. “You might always be his princess, but you will always have my entire fucking heart, Lourde.” My ribcage squeezed as the air escaped from my lungs, leaving me speechless and out of breath.

The engine cut out, and immediately, I unclipped my seat belt, too worked up to be seated. I climbed onto Barrett’s lap, wrapped my hands around the nape of his neck, and kissed him with my entire heart.

“What did I do to deserve that?” he asked, his hand feathering my jaw.

“Just being you.”

The pilot cleared his throat. “Excuse me, Mr. Black. We have arrived.”

He laughed, and I let out a giggle.

“It seems we have. Thanks, Jordie.”

The side door opened, and a stewardess spun her moment of surprise into a pleasant, well-rehearsed smile. “Mr. Black, Ms. Diamond, welcome to the Hamptons.”

* * *

It was after three when we arrived at his oceanfront Hamptons house. Only a few weeks ago, I left here in a tangle of knots after he’d pushed me away. I walked out past the pool to the balcony, the summer afternoon breeze whisking my hair off my shoulders and tossing my lilac dress about.

“You know, you never took a swim with me when you stayed here.” He appeared behind me, his voice soothing like a warm hug.

I turned to face him, the sunlight turning his eye color to sea-green sage. “No time like the present, then?” I said, tossing him a wink. “But, I don’t have a bathing suit.”

“You don’t need one.” His gaze circumnavigated my body like Christopher Columbus, sending the hairs on the back of my neck to attention.

I bit my lip. Slowly I unbuttoned my dress, his hooded eyes not leaving mine. It dropped, along with my thong, pooling around my ankles. Next was my lace bra. Unclasping it, I tossed it to the ground.

Sheltered under the foliage of trees, I knew his house was Fort Knox when it came to privacy, and with the recent upgrade in security, my privacy was the last thing on my mind as I stood there in my birthday suit.

“Your turn, handsome.” I stepped out of my dress and took to unbuttoning his pants while he unbuttoned his crisp blue shirt.

He lowered his mouth to one breast, then the next, tugging on my nipple with his mouth and sending a lifeline to my groin.

He stepped out of his pants and briefs, then peeled off his shirt, revealing a sculpted athletic body.

“Come with me,” he said, taking my hand and leading me down the steps into the pool.

Deliciously heated, the warm water soothed my skin as I glided throughout the clear water. A delicate splash made me turn. Swimming the length of the lap pool, Barrett’s strokes were gracious, his body athletic like the twisted man of steel he was.

I swam over to the corner where he stood, watching him toss his hair back, the motion suspending water through the air.

“It’s gorgeous in here.” Scissoring my legs around his hips, I felt the warmth radiating from his skin.

He gripped both my ass cheeks with his large hands. “Ever come in a pool, dollface?”

Thickness lined my throat as my breath evaded me. No. Never, but I fucking want to. My teeth dragged across my bottom lip in anticipation.

He shot up an eyebrow, then spun me around—my back against the pool coping. Kissing me hard on the mouth, I groaned into him, wanting all of him.

I yanked at his hair, tipping his head back and kissing his neck, sucking on his skin.

With his thick and full erection, he thrust into me, and the feeling was… words escaped me momentarily at the sensations wracking over me.

Cold, hot, and full, so full.

He groaned, and my nails dug into his back. “Fuck, Barrett,” I purred. “That feels…” I pulled him closer, and he pressed me harder against the wall. My legs around his hips pressed him into me.

“Tell me you love me, Lourde.” He breathed out, and my gaze fell to him.

“I love you, Barrett,” I said, and my heart expanded.

He stopped mid-thrust. His chest, rising and falling. He was breathless, but it was more than that. He was struggling for air.

My heart beat erratically as he scanned my face. Behind his eyes was fear. He wanted to say something, it was there behind his eyes. I ran my hand up to his cheekbone.

“Do you love me?” I blew out on a whisper, my heart in my throat.

He nodded. “I do. Fuck, I love you, Lourde.” His face was a mixture of strain then relief, and he took his lips to mine. Our tongues intertwined in desire, undying desperation, and fullness only he could bring me.

“Show me,” I said. “Show me how much you fucking love me, Barrett.” My gaze fixed on his, he thrust into me, our eyes never leaving each other.

His breath grew shallow as did mine.

I groaned loudly, my body hot. The water swished around us as Barrett quickened his strokes. My legs tightened around his waist, and as I stared deep into his eyes, I lost all control. We came together with an intensity almost too much to take.