All I Want Is You (8 page)
Authors: Kayla Perrin
“Barryâ”
“Tell me I'm wrong,” he said. “Tell me I'm wrong, and I'll drop the subject.”
Mikki said nothing. She may look sexier in her outfit, but old habits died hard. She simply wasn't used to aggressively going after what she wanted.
Well, at least not while she was sober.
Barry suddenly jerked the car to the right, pulling into the parking lot of a strip mall. “Better yet,” he said once he put the car into park and faced her, “tell me you don't feel anything when I do this.”
Then, moving forward, he gently cupped her face, planted his lips on hers, and kissed her until she was panting with need.
Barry broke the kiss, his own breathing ragged. “I want nothing more than to take you back to my hotel room. And this time, we'll share a night you won't soon forget.”
Chapter 10
Something became very clear to Mikki as she looked into Barry's eyes, their heavy breaths mingling. She wanted him. She had wanted him again from the moment he'd walked into the Crystal Room her first night in Florida.
Maybe she simply needed a second dose of him to really put Alex out of her mind. Or maybe she simply wanted to experienceâas a sober womanâjust how hot they were together.
And there was nothing wrong with that. She was a grown woman, nearly thirty-one years old. She could embrace her desire for a man without making excuses for it.
Because her desire was all too real. Like a living, breathing force within her.
Mikki was in Florida, so was Barry. Isabel had spoken of fate, but Mikki preferred to think of it as good timing. Clearly she was lusting after him, and he after her. Soon enough, she'd be heading back to New York and he back to Chicago. What was wrong with having a hot-and-heavy fling during their time here in Miami?
Nothing.
Mikki pressed her fingers into Barry's shoulders. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Take me to your hotel room. Take me now.”
Barry's mouth came down on hers again, and Mikki purred into his mouth. God help her, had anything ever felt this good?
Mikki was the one to break the kiss this time, and Barry quickly restarted the car and swerved back onto the road. He drove faster than the speed limit, but they made it to the hotel without being pulled over by a cop.
Barry was staying at a Courtyard Marriott hotel in Coral Gables, so it was nice and close to Mikki's home, the church, and the golf club where the prewedding dinners were being held.
What mattered to Mikki was that Barry had gotten there quickly, because she was ready to get naked.
Now.
Barry held her hand as he whisked her through the hotel lobby. Held her hand as they rode the elevator to the fourth floor.
Mikki's eyes swept over Barry's back as he fished his electronic key out of his wallet. She noticed everything. His wide shoulders and muscular arms. The way his muscles strained against the fabric of his shirt as he moved. And that tight behind.
He was hot. No doubt about it. And she was about to do him.
She also noticed his hands. They were large, his fingers long. Her eyes were glued to them as he inserted the key card into the door and opened it.
Mikki's heart began to beat rapidly as she stepped into the room behind Barry. She was nervous and excited at the same time.
Letting her pass him, Barry closed the door and then bolted itâas if to stress that he wanted to make sure they had no interruptions.
Immediately, he closed the distance between them and drew her into his arms. Mikki gasped a little, but the gasp soon turned to a moan when Barry brought his mouth down onto hers.
And just like that, heat enveloped her. She eased onto the tips of her toes and wrapped her arms around Barry's neck. His mouth worked over hers skillfully, drawing out pleasure through her entire body. And when his tongue slipped between her parted lips and swept into her mouth, she moaned and pressed her body against his.
Mikki hardly recognized the woman she was right now, so consumed with fiery need. It had never been like this with Alex, no matter how many times they had gone to bed. Alex's kiss did not inspire in her this kind of crazy fever. And that was what she was feeling for Barry right now. Her entire body was on fire, simply from the touch of his lips.
It wasn't enough. She lowered her hands from his neck down his back, savoring every touch of his muscles. He had an amazing body. One that was electrifying her both to be touched by him and to touch.
But Mikki wanted to touch him without clothes. She needed to feel him, skin on skin. Opening her mouth wider to deepen the kiss, she reached for the buttons of his shirt and fumbled to undo them. Her fingers were working hastily, her urgent need for him growing with each second.
Barry groaned into her mouth, the sound a potent aphrodisiac, turning her on even more. His hands went from her shoulders down to the small of her back, and then over her behind. He pulled her against him, and Mikki felt the very real evidence of his desire for her. He was hard. And the idea of making love to him was more exciting than anything she had ever felt before.
Unable to unfasten the last button because of her haste, Mikki pulled on it and heard the thread pop as the button snapped. Barry growled, as though her obvious lust was making him even more horny.
With his shirt open, and his skin bared, Mikki tore her lips from his and brought them to the base of his collarbone. She planted kisses there, and then lower. All the while her fingers explored his skin, the muscles of his chest. She sank her teeth into his flesh as her fingers went over his flat nipples.
In an instant, something changed in Barry. With a deep growl, he scooped her into his arms and walked to the bed. He all but threw her onto the mattress, that action exemplifying his need.
He wanted her with the same fervor that Mikki wanted him.
And then he lowered himself onto her, his lips finding hers, his hands finding her breasts. He fondled her through the material of her blouse, then moved his fingers to the exposed skin of her cleavage.
“Mmmm,” Mikki moaned.
“Don't worry,” Barry whispered hotly into her ear. “I know how much you love for me to play with your nipples.”
“You . . . you do?” But of course he did. They had done this before.
“You made that very clear the first time.”
Desire was thrumming through her veins, and Mikki wanted to get laid now, but she was suddenly curious for the details of exactly how she had behaved. “Just how clear did I make it?”
Barry lifted his head from her neck and looked into her eyes. “You want that play-by-play now?”
Talk about an erotic suggestion. A hot play-by-play of what they'd done in New York . . .
“Yes,” Mikki told him, breathing heavily.
Barry grinned. “Okay. But you need to be on your feet for that.”
“I do?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
Mikki got up. “Like this?”
“Move to the door.”
Mikki did as he told her. Barry walked with her. At the door, he pulled her against him, and a gasp of air escaped her lungs.
“The moment we came through the door, you pressed your body against mine. Like this. And then you started to kiss my neck.”
“I did?”
“The door wasn't even closed. I had to use my foot to do that job.”
“Oh.”
“I said something to the effect of, âHey, no need to rush. Let me get you some water first.'”
“And I said?”
“You said you didn't want any water. That you only wanted me.”
Mikki closed her eyes, embarrassed. She felt the brush of Barry's knuckles against her skin.
“No,” he said, “don't feel any shame. I liked your aggressiveness. Very much.”
“I'm not normally aggressive.”
“I'm surprised to hear that. Because you were . . . well, determined on the dance floor.”
“I kissed you,” Mikki said. “I . . . That much I remember.”
“What about in the taxi?”
Mikki shook her head. “In the taxi?”
Barry grazed his lips against the underside of her ear. “You were all over me. We gave the driver quite the show.”
“Oh my God. That's so unlike me.”
“Then I'm glad you were a different person with me. Because I liked it. A lot.”
Mikki drew in a deep breath. “What happened next? Once we were in the room?”
“After you kissed my collarbone, you did this.” Barry brought his lips onto hers and kissed her deeply, all tongue, and Mikki's knees nearly buckled. He pulled back without warning, and Mikki moaned in protest.
“No, Barry. Don't stop.”
“I have to stop . . . to show you what you did next.”
“What?”
“You started to take off your clothes. Your top first.”
“Like this?” Mikki pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
“Yes, like that. And then your bra.” He paused. “Wow. Your breasts . . . they look incredible in that bra. You bought that today?”
“Uh-huh.” Mikki kept her eyes on Barry's as she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra. Feeling a surge of feminine power, she slipped her fingers beneath the shoulder straps and fiddled with them, but didn't pull her bra off. She watched Barry's eyes, which volleyed between her face and her hands, and saw his anticipation.
“You pretty much threw your bra offâthen pressed that beautiful body against mine again. There was no . . . no teasing.”
“You mean like this?” Mikki let the bra fall from her body and onto the floor.
She saw his Adam's apple rise and fall. “Yeah. Kind of like that. Damn.”
Barry's heated gaze on her breasts caused sensations of pleasure to spread through Mikki's body. She felt as though a sexual part of her had come alive in a way that had never existed within her.
“And what next?” Mikki asked, already reaching for the button on her skirt. “This?”
Barry's lips parted, and Mikki heard his audible intake of breath as she shimmied the skirt down her hips. She was nearly naked in front of him, and instead of feeling even a little bashful, she was emboldened. Emboldened by the powerful realization that Barry wanted her.
“Barry, what next?”
“Screw it,” Barry said. “We'll create a new playbook.”
He advanced and pulled her into his arms. Mikki's heart beat furiously, and as he edged his mouth toward hers, she closed her eyes. His warm breath fanned her face, and God, how erotic that felt.
“The first time, it was all fire and passion.” Barry kissed the corner of her mouth. “This time”âhe kissed the other corner of her mouthâ“we're going to take it more slowly.”
Mikki melted as he softly suckled her bottom lip. After what seemed like hours of torture, he finally covered her lips completely.
And then his tongue delved into her mouth, and his hands ventured from her hair down the expanse of her throat to her breasts. She moaned, his fingers setting her body on fire.
“Tell me, Mikki. Did you wear any of these clothes for me? Because you knew that this outfit, this bra, and God, this underwear, would turn me on?”
“I . . . I did,” she admitted. “Do you like it?”
“Like it?” Barry stepped back as his eyes swept over her entire body. “You look incredible.”
Slowly, Mikki did a three-hundred-sixty-degree turn, allowing Barry to see that she was wearing a thong.
“Damn, you are so beautiful.”
Reaching for her, Barry stroked his thumbs back and forth over her nipples until they puckered and pouted beneath his hands. While his fingers worked their magic, he trailed seductive kisses from her mouth to her ear.
“Yes, baby. I'm going to be the one to seduce you this time.”
Mikki shuddered as delicious heat flooded her core.
“That's it, Mikki. I want to feel you surrender in my arms. I'm going to tease you and please you all night long.”
“Oh my God . . .”
Barry brought his lips down onto hers, swallowing her moan of pleasure. He was lost. Lost in this incredible woman.
He wanted her. Wanted her with a need that was foreign to him in its intensity. He had felt the same kind of raw need only once before.
In New York, when he'd run into Mikki in the bar.
He broke the kiss and said, “In New York, you told me how much you loved it when I played with your nipples.”
“I did?”
Nothing sounded sexier than her breathless little gasps. He wanted to make her whimper and moan all night long.
Lowering his head to her breast, he took her nipple in his mouth. He grazed it with his teeth, then circled it with his tongue before drawing it completely into his mouth and suckling it.
Mikki cried out and clutched her hands to his head, holding it there as though she never wanted him to stop suckling her. He loved the way she responded to him. Every time he touched her, stroked her, her body reacted.
He hadn't stopped thinking about their night in New York, reliving every hot moment. He knew he could spend forever making love to her and not get bored.
Pulling his mouth from her breast, he lowered himself onto his haunches in front of her and ran his palms down her abdomen and over her stomach. As he kissed her belly and felt her shudder, a groan rumbled in his chest.
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