Embraced Faulkner, Carolyn (ereader with dictionary .txt) 📖

ran her short nails over his sensitive nipples. She enjoyed touching all of him; just his size was an incredible turn on for her. Each time she was given the opportunity, she measured the breadth of his chest with her open mouth and tongue, enjoying the rasp of coarse chest hair against her delicate lips.

Meg was driving him insane – she was the most natural sensualist he’d ever encountered. A lot of women treated men –

particularly large men – like a piece of meat, only waiting for the final unveiling to indulge in any sort of petting. Meagan was obviously enchanted with every inch of him, and she hadn’t even seen every inch of him yet. Her assumption seemed to be that if it felt good to her, it probably felt good to him, and that was a very refreshing approach. Her hesitant touches, eager suckling of his nipples and his very obvious response to those tender ministrations were no threat to his masculinity or manhood. Exactly the opposite, they served to bolster it.

But when his hand began to undo the button at the waistband of her jeans, she balked, pushing against his chest with both hands. “I want to get up,” she insisted, struggling against his weight.

“Shhhhhhh,” Barrett stroked her hair soothingly, but didn’t move a muscle.

“I’m not kidding, Barrett, let me the fu-“

His eyebrow rose. “If you use that word with me I will turn you over my lap and tan your bare fanny right now.”

Meg had a mutinous look on her face, but kept quiet. He let her up slowly, grudgingly. “Apparently, you do have a language

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problem, Angel. I don’t usually give a second warning on it. I should have just let you go through with it and given you the spanking you deserve. Next time, there’ll be no avoiding it, I’m afraid.”

She had gotten up and was tucking the tank top back in, wishing she was wearing a bra only to help to hide the way her tight-tipped nipples were outlined by the clingy fabric of her shirt.

He really frazzled her to a nub with his casual sexual forays. Meg walked around in a continual state of arousal around him that was inestimably worse since she'd let him touch her for the first time.

The only reason she’d called a halt to their loveplay – and she’d barely had the presence of mind to do that – was that if his hand explored between her legs, he’d find out just how soaking wet he made her. Meagan just wasn’t ready for him to know about that yet.

“Come,” he held his arms out to her. “Sit.”

She stayed put, hands on her hips. “Arf, arf.”

He laughed. She had an uncanny ability to do that for him; he’d not had a lot of laughter in his life. “Come here,” this time a little bit more forcefully.

“I don’t want to,” which was the truth. She didn’t want to indulge in another wrestling match. It was getting much to hard to stop at the appropriate moment.

His arms were still out to her as he said in the same quiet, firm tone, “You really don’t want me to have to come and get you, little girl.” It was working nicely to his advantage that she didn’t know what he might spank her for. If she had continued to defy him, he would simply have gone and gotten her; she assumed he’d

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do that and then spank her. He declined to disabuse her of that notion because it was working too well for him.

Of course, she ended up where he wanted her, and she gave in with little grace, humphing her way into the stronghold of his arms. Barrett kissed the top of her head. “No more sex, Darlin’.

I’m only human, too.”

Meg loved to cuddle against him, and, sighing, rested her cheek against his chest. “Ahhh. Human. You’re more Klingon to me.” She yawned, and snuggled further into the safety of his embrace.

“Klingon? Thanks! I think I’ve been insulted!!”

“Not that you look like a Klingon, Dear. Just that you have a lot of the same values. Family. Honor. Etc.”

“Humph.” Her explanation placated him, barely. There was a comfortable silence, until Barrett began to hear a light snoring coming from just above his pectoral muscle. She’d fallen asleep on him, literally. Instead of being insulted, he was elated.

Sleeping on someone required trust. Maybe, she was finally beginning to trust him, just a little.

Carrying her was becoming a habit, he thought as she burrowed further against him while he transported her slowly and carefully to her own bedroom. He shooed Butchie off the bed, wondering if it would be worth the screeching to put her into his bed for the night and sleep with her. Nah, he didn’t want to have to deal with the furor that would create tomorrow morning, despite the fact that he would love to hold her while she slept cradled by his body all night.

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Instead, he undressed her sleeping form as clinically as possible, trying not to look at the frilly, peach scrap of lace she called underpants when he got her out of her jeans. He left her in tank top and undies, then slid her under the covers. For a second, he ducked into his own room, and came back with a morning present for her, a stuffed Gund bear for her to add to her collection.

Barrett positioned it carefully, so that it would hopefully be the first thing she saw when