A faint nod dips his chin. “I’ve never met anyone like you before, Isabella.”
Before I can tell him that he’s the most incredible man I’ve ever met, his lips are on mine, and my words get lost in the passion of our kiss.
***
I writhe beneath him as he takes his time. I’m so close. His lips haven’t descended beyond the skin right below my breasts, but my core is on fire. I’m aching for him to touch my clit. I want his lips on it, his tongue, and his teeth.
I groan out a protest when he inches back up to take my right nipple between his teeth again. When he nips me, the burst of pain sends a wave of need through me.
My hand drops to my mound.
“No.” He yanks it away for the third time since we got into his bed. “I’ll touch you when I’m ready.”
“I’m ready now,” I protest with a pout. “If you help me come, I’ll help you.”
The laugh that escapes him sends a vibration through my body. I try and push my legs apart, but he’s pinned me to the bed. I can feel the weight of his heavy, thick cock on my thigh.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
For that, I’m rewarded with a harder bite of my nipple.
I yelp in pain. “Oh, God.”
“You loved it.” He looks up at me with his intensely blue eyes. “You love all of it.”
I nod twice. “I’ll love it more if you fuck me.”
Without warning, Barrett moves back on his knees and flips me over. With an arm under my stomach, he scoops me up, until my ass is in the air. I breathe deep.
I’m exposed. I’m so exposed to him.
I feel him behind me. “Goddamn, this is beautiful. You are exquisite, my Bella.”
Tears fill my eyes when his fingers part my tender flesh and his tongue trail
s over my cleft.
“This is what I want,” he growls. “You are what I want. Always.”
Chapter 50
Barrett
Wrapping Bella in my arms, I take a second to catch my breath.
I ate her to two orgasms before I crawled up her body and kissed her senseless. The need to be inside of her is driving me mad, but there’s something I want more.
I want the peace that I feel when she’s close to me. When we are like this, body-to-body with no barriers and nothing between us, my world feels settled in a way it never has before.
I feel like I’m home.
“You’re so good at that,” she whispers. “Like the best ever.”
I’ve been tempted to ask about her past lovers. I know about Emil, but frankly, I don’t give a shit about how many men she’s been with or when any of that happened.
“I’m ready,” she announces.
An uncontrollable laugh barrels through me. “What the fuck are you ready for?”