Page 128 of Single Dad Dilemma
He was here.
He washere.
My mouth covered his with a desperate groan as his hands held me up underneath my ass. I tightened my grip around his neck, my hands digging into the thick strands of his hair. Barrett moaned as our tongues slid against each other, his fingers tightening where he held me.
And my heart. Oh, my heart.
It sang.
I loved him. I loved him so much.
I pulled away on a short sobbing noise. “You’re here.”
His cheeks were flushed, the sunglasses askew on his nose. I ripped them off and cupped his face in both hands, tracing the grooves in his skin around his smile.
“I told you I wanted to see that bikini.”
I laughed, happiness bubbling up like a popped champagne bottle, my heart racing at the mere sight of him. “Take me home,” I whispered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
He set me down and gave a sheepish wave at the whooping and hollering women I’d left at the pool, winding one arm around my shoulders so he could kiss the top of my head, then picked up his discarded duffel bag with the other.
The house where I was staying was a short walk from the community pool, and he was sucking at the skin on the back of my neck as I tried to unlock the door with shaking fingers.
“This should be illegal,” he growled, hands already coasting up and down my sides, his fingers dragging over the exposed flesh of my chest. “I missed you so much, and I wanted to keep my head—but look at you, Lily. Look at you.”
Once we were inside, he kicked the door shut and swept me up in his arms. We tumbled back onto the couch, Barrett underneath me as I straddled his lap and sighed into the deep, drugging kisses.
I wanted to snort this man into my bloodstream.
His palms dragged up and down my back while I rolled my hips over the intimidating length of his hard-on.
It would be so easy. A quick tug at his shorts, a snap of the meager little strings holding up my suit, and he’d be inside me. I loved when he was inside me.
Pretty sure I’d fight the entire world for the feeling this man gave me every time he took me to bed. And I’d survived without it for weeks. The impossibility of going longer set off a slight trembling in my hands, which held his face as we kissed and kissed and kissed.
It moved along my limbs as I wound them around his shoulders, trying to hold him as tightly as possible.
Barrett did the same, wrapping his strong arms around my waist as our kisses gentled and slowed. He tasted like mint. Smelled like heaven.
I’d climb a fucking mountain just for five minutes in his arms, just like this, even if there was nothing else.
After another luxurious, wet kiss, he moved his hands and slid them along the sides of my neck until he was holding my face in his hands. I pulled back and rolled my forehead against his, the crest of emotion finally catching up from the shock of seeing him.
“You’re here,” I whispered again, my lips brushing his as I spoke. “How long do we have?”
“Not long enough.” He kissed me, deeper this time, tilting his head as our tongues wound together. I let out a short whimper when he pulled back again. “Forty-eight hours.”
The trembling rolled through my frame, from my arms to my shoulders, and it spiraled as it found the length of my spine, until I was shaking in his arms, unable to hold him as tightly as I wanted.
He kissed the curve of my shoulder and dropped his head there, breathing in the scent of my skin with big, greedy breaths. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”
Now it was in my heart. I couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t stop the way it eclipsed every inch of my body, my mind, my fucking soul.
I cupped his face, pulling it up so I could look into his eyes. His warm, golden eyes.
A tear slid silently down my cheek. “I love you.”
