away.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he said.
Barr spun her, lifted her hair and kissed the back of her neck. She let her head fall to the side, giving him complete access to the sensitive skin at her nape. Everything he was doing ignited her senses and made her hotter. He smelled of soap and spice and the caress of his hands was hungry for more. She wanted to be the woman to satisfy that hunger. He slid her zipper down her back, brushed the sleeves across her shoulders and the blue dress fell to the floor. The sharp intake of his breath let her know he liked what he saw.
Sarah didn’t have Krista’s model good looks or Molly’s boundless confidence, but her confidence shot higher knowing this man—this sexy, handsome man—wanted what she had to offer.
He muttered something in a language she didn’t understand. She whirled to face him and for the first time in years, she felt powerful. Her femininity had been buried under work and problems and stress. In the hands of this amazing man, it came roaring to life.
“You must hear this from men all the time, but I must tell you that you are beautiful.” He said another word in his native tongue.
“What does that mean?” she asked.
“Goddess. You have the body and face of a goddess.”
That was a word she had never heard spoken about her. She reveled in it and swallowed every iota of flattery he was feeding her. If she was having a fantasy night with this man, she would enjoy every over-the-top moment of it. Sarah didn’t want to be the doubting, questioning person she had become during her marriage and worry about the future.
She unbuckled his pants and in a flurry of motions, his trousers fell to the ground. He lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing and carried her to the bedroom.
The sleigh bed was covered in a maroon-and-gold comforter. Holding her with one hand, he flicked it away to reveal crisp beige sheets. He set her down gently and slid over her on the bed. One fluid motion. The man had practiced moves. He knew what he was doing in the bedroom.
The lean strength of his body indicated he must work out. Probably had a personal trainer or a gym in his house. She was no fan of exercise, but to keep up with him, she could be talked into it. She ran her hand down his chest where a long scar reached from his shoulder to his abdomen. A tight, muscled abdomen.
“What happened here?” she asked, tracing the line with her finger.
“Military training injury from my youth,” he said.
A military man? He had the body for it. Her curiosity about him heightened. He had a tattoo on his biceps.
“What is this?” she asked, tracing the small dragon.
“Another remnant of my time in the military,” he said. Sarah wondered about it and sensed it had deep, personal meaning to him.
He set his hands on her sides and inhaled, letting out his breath slowly. “Is this moving too fast?”
She shook her head. Fast was good. She was afraid reality would catch up to her and she would realize some great flaw in her plan to sleep with this man. They would be safe about it and she would preserve her heart. She wasn’t a virgin. She knew the mechanics of sex and how easy it was for a woman to fall for a man once she’d slept with him. But that wasn’t what this was about.
Barr hadn’t lied to her about what he could offer or made promises about the future. He was traveling from some place halfway around the world. This was about tonight and making each other feel amazing. As turned on as she already was, she knew this would be incredible.
He slid her panties down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder. He reached under her and with a snap of his fingers, undid her bra. It came free and he rid her of that, too.
He pulled a foil packet from the bedside table, opened it and rolled it on. “To make sure you are safe,” he said.
Despite the preparation, he didn’t rush to push inside her. His mouth explored her body and his hands worshipped every inch of her.
It was her that wanted more, faster. “Please, Barr, please hurry.”
He laughed low in his throat. “I want to take my time with you. Every moment is already too fleeting and precious.”
His mouth dropped to hers in a long, lingering kiss. His lips trailed south along her body to her breasts. He took them in his hands, using great care with her, sucking each pert tip into his mouth. As he slowly explored her, she strained against him.
She lifted her hips in invitation and then clasped both sides of his face. She wanted to feel him moving inside her. Making her wait was driving her wild with lust. “Please.”
Surrender in his eyes. He wanted this to be good for her, but he couldn’t say no to her plea. He tilted her chin to look at him. Their eyes locked and then he came into her. She was on the brink of release and went off the moment he was inside her. Mind-blowing, soul-shaking tremors rocked through her.
He stilled as her climax eased. She was embarrassed by her quick finale, but Barr didn’t give her a chance to apologize or explain. He kissed her and then began moving again, long, slow glides of his body inside hers.
She accepted him as part of her, meeting his thrusts and undulating her hips. More. Longer.
Only when she came apart again in his arms did he crash with her in a tangle of limbs, panting breaths and racing hearts. The room was utterly still and quiet. The crisp sheets were now tangled and damp, the pillows in disarray. The single bedside light in the room cast a glow across Barr’s face, illuminating again how handsome he was.
She had a hard time believing this had happened. It was so unlike her to meet someone and have an instant connection with him, but it had been so great, she didn’t have room for worries. Sarah accepted the night and Barr for the gifts they were. After the last several years, she figured the universe owed her some good luck.
Barr didn’t speak, though his breathing was deep and still and his eyes were closed.
What now? Did she get up and leave? Thank him? Wish him well?
He was still inside her and she was thinking of an exit strategy. Not because she was eager to leave. Sex with Barr was the best she’d had in recent history. Well, he was the only man she’d slept with in recent history. She didn’t want to overstay her welcome or worse, mar the night by him asking her to leave. Sarah wanted to walk out of this room on her terms, her head held high. She shifted, extracting his body from hers.
“What are you thinking?” Barr asked, running a hand down her hair.
“Nothing much. Just going over my agenda for tomorrow.” A lie. She was watching him and he had every ounce of her attention.
He laughed and opened one eye. “That stings a bit. I hoped you were basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking.”
What man called it lovemaking? This was most assuredly a fantasy. Was she asleep? “I’m not sure what I need to do now.” She wished she had said something smoother and practiced, some witty response to his comment or to allude she was more worldly and confident than she was.
“You don’t need to do
