Page 104 of Secondhand Smoke
He undressed the rest of the way.
More tattoos: on his thighs, one on his hip, places she wanted to kiss and admire.
But he had no time for that, and to be honest, neither did she.
He left her for an agonizing moment, to shuffle through something, until he returned with a small pack, ripping the wrapper open and making quick work of unraveling a condom over himself before he was back over her.
She immediately wrapped her legs around his torso again, and she could feel him poking at the her entrance.
He caught her eyes, the brown in his darkened to an inky black. Despite the potent lust she saw, he controlled himself enough to ask for permission.
Nell, unable to say anything, nodded.
His entry was slow but filled her more than she’d expected. She threw her head back and moaned.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck and stilled, though his legs shook. Then, when Nell’s groans turned into full delight, he pulled back and thrusted again.
It didn’t matter what experience she did or didn’t have before now because, as far she was concerned, no one made love the way Scott Barrett made love. He did not sleep with; he did not fuck. He loved.
His pace never slowed, but his hands held her body with tender firmness as they pulled each other closer with every thrust and pant.
His words in her ears were a mixture of pleasured curses and the sweetest nothings that she would hide away for her and only her to remember.
When his pace sped up, she dug her fingernails into his back, and he groaned deep into her neck.
The faster he went, the more jumbled his words became.
One of the hands holding him up abandoned its post to move between their stomachs, to the space between Nell’s legs.
She gasped as he came in contact, rubbing the most sensitive point in time with his movements.
His hand became sloppy as he tried to balance his thrust and his touch, so she took the lead, curling her fingers between his and showing him exactly how to make her back arch and her moans increase in volume.
Nell tumbled first. It hit her with such intensity that her body shook, filling her with blinding ecstasy.
Shortly after, Barrett’s pace suddenly ticked in its rhythm, and he cursed obscenities into her shoulder, stilling as he emptied himself with a few final thrusts.
They floated there in their universe, holding each other, until Nell woke to Barrett gently shaking her awake. She hadn’t even realized she’d fallen asleep. It was still dark outside.
“We need to get you home.”
Right. Home.
Luckily, she didn’t need to answer as he pulled her in a final time and kissed her forehead before helping her up and back into her clothes.
The drive back, she kept her eyes on Barrett. The whole way home, she never let him go.
41 - Barrett
“Why are there blankets back here?” Paulie asked.
Barrett cursed and walked around to the back of the van. He’d completely forgotten to clean up the evidence of his and Nell’s . . . date.
The date he’d fantasized about alone an obscene amount of times in two days.
Sue him; he’d been too distracted to remember a few blankets and pillows.
He grabbed them, hoping to clear everything before they thought too hard about it. He probably could have played it off with Paulie, but then Dennis and Toni walked around to see what was going on.
