My Heart For Yours (Sinful Secrets 2)
His eyes are tired. His smile is soft. He sits up and scoots us back, so he’s leaning against the back of the tub. Then, with gentle care, he slides out of me.
“Water’s going cold.” He blinks and smiles this funny little smile.
Even as his hand smooths over his thick halfie and I quickly clean myself, I’m dizzied by the most delicious throb.
“That felt amazing,” I murmur.
He leans forward, grabbing my hand and drawing it to his lips. He kisses my fingers, then he stands up, lifting me with him.
He climbs out of the tub ahead of me, thrusting a towel behind the curtain.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
Damn—his voice is sexy. I tuck my towel around my chest and step out. Barrett wraps a towel around my hair and kisses my lips.
“You’re so fucking good.” He looks into my eyes.
I smile. “You are.” I can’t resist reaching out to touch one of his curls.
He strokes my jaw. “I like it when you touch me.” His voice sounds lower, rougher than his norm. I realize it’s thick with emotion.
I step closer to him, wrap my arms around his hard back.
“You know you’re supposed to talk or write about your dreams,” I smile up at him, “but maybe I can sex them out of you instead.”
“You volunteering?”
“I think I may be.”
He chuckles. “Sex them.”
“I don’t often say the F-word. Nothing wrong with it, just doesn’t feel right to me.”
He grins. “You’re blushing just from saying ‘the F-word.’”
“You’re dimpling, so there.”
I smack his pec and step to the sink. “I fell asleep last night before I could show you where I keep things.” I open a drawer and get my toothbrush and toothpaste out.
Barrett smiles, crooked and dimpled. “Is that a Nemo toothbrush?”
“Yes. And look, don’t laugh at it, because it’s the only one I have. You can borrow it if you want— have it. And tomorrow I’ll buy both of us new ones.”
His face shutters. My stomach flip-flops. I thought things were going well with us, but—
“You don’t have to use mine. I would totally—”
“I will.”
God—he looks serious. Like he just found out…something awful. I chew my lip.
“Barrett?”
He blinks, still solemn. I step slightly closer to him, and am stunned to see his eyes look glossy.
“Oh…” I reach for him. “Are you—”