Taste by BJ Harvey Page B

breasts. It was rough yet gentle, hard yet soft. We hadn’t even gotten down to business and I was more turned on than I thought possible.
    “Barr—” His hand tugged my head down, my lips crashing into his, teeth clinking before our tongues entwined, and his hand snaked down between our bodies. I straddled his thighs with my knees and lifted my body above him. This gave his hand the room it needed to slide between my legs. He gutturally groaned into my mouth as his first finger trailed down to my entrance before he slowly pushed it inside me. “You’re so fucking wet, Lys. All for me,” he said as he pulled his finger out then back in, adding a second finger, then a third, filling me tight and full. His thumb moved around my clit in dizzying circles, teasing me by touching me everywhere except where he knew I needed him.
    His mouth found my nipple again and he pulsed his tongue in rhythm with the thrust of his fingers inside me. Then he moved his thumb to flick over my clit, and with the scrape of his nail over the sensitive nub, I was pushed over the edge, screaming his name as my climax tore through me. I shook violently for a long while until I slowly came back down to earth. He flipped me over and I expected— hoped —he’d slam his cock into me and go for number two. Instead, he peppered my chest and neck with soft open-mouthed kisses, slowly bringing me down from the high of the past few minutes.
    He shocked me when he kissed my forehead, then my nose, then placed a soft, closed-mouthed kiss on my lips and pushed himself up until he stood beside the bed. His shirt was ripped, his pants intact—although they were sporting a healthy bulge—and a conflicted look was stretched on his face.
    “You deserve better than this.”
    “What?” I asked dazedly.
    “There’s nothing more I want than to take you right now. I loved hearing you call out my name, and you’re fucking beautiful when I make you come, Lys. But you need more than just this ,” he said, gesturing to his crotch.
    I propped myself up on my elbows to stare at him, my brows narrowed. “Barrett, whatever you were paid to do, you’re not going to get it from me. You can have my body and we can finally have the hot fuck we’ve both been wanting for the past twenty-four hours or else you can walk out that door and never see me again. So either come here and finish what you started or walk out that door. What’s it to be, Barrett?”
    Never have I felt a thick wave of anger hit a room so quickly as I did then. His mouth contorted into a snarl. “You have no fucking idea what I was paid to do. You have no fucking idea who the hell I am either. The worst thing to come out of all of this, Lys, is that the moment I saw you, I knew that this was never going to be just another job.”
    “Just tell me then!” I yelled as I sat up and grabbed at my robe to cover myself up.
    “I can’t!” he roared back.
    I stood up and moved toward him until we were nose to nose, and I hoarsely whispered, “Then don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”
    Without looking back, I walked to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it behind me and slid my back down the wood until my knees were bent and my ass hit the floor. A dull, delicious ache between my legs reminded me of what Barrett just did to me, of how he’d made me feel and how crazy he’d driven me with just his mouth and fingers.
    Then the tears hit, and they hit hard. The sound of the hotel room door shutting set me off as I realized that he had, in fact, left the room and left me, and proved that I was just a job after all.
    And that hurt more than I ever thought it would.
     

 
     
     
    The next day I left Las Vegas, my thoughts torn between the events of the day—and night—before. I was resolute in my decision to find out what Barrett had been paid to do and what Gavin had to gain from it.
    Thanks to two nights of very little sleep—albeit for two different reasons, both caused