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

“What did I do?”

Too confused herself to deal with his question, she shook her head all the way to the door, then disappeared down the hall while Barrett stood there, naked in the middle of his own bedroom, puzzled, worried, and confused.

Defeatedly, he sank down on the end of the bed, replaying the events of the past few minutes, when something struck him.

She’d left him. Physically and emotionally withdrawn, practically

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ran from him. Barrett took a deep breath and steeled himself, tugging on a pair of gym shorts. He’d be damned if he was going to let her do this again. The last time she’d closed the door on him, he’d barely been able to stop her from leaving over the oven-mitt incident. This was infinitely more serious, and he wasn’t about to lose her now.

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The tears Meg had been barely able to stave off while she was with Barrett exploded the moment she got to the relative safety of her own room. What was it with that man that he was able to create such severe reactions in her? That was the most painfully explosive orgasm of her life, and it made her want to cry with the pleasure, which she did convulsively as she got into an old pair of pajamas she wore when she wasn’t feeling well. They were old and comfortable, and nobody’s idea of sexy. Huddled under the covers of her bed, she hugged the spare pillow and sobbed and sobbed.

She could still feel a throbbing ache in her pussy, as if she could come again at any minute without Barrett even touching her.

Meg had never been so frightfully pleasured in her life, and she never wanted to be again.

When he got to Meg’s room, he could hear her sobbing her heart out through the door, and it tore at him deeply. She hadn’t locked the door – not that that would have stopped him anyway –

so he simply walked in. She was crying so hard she didn’t hear him. All of a sudden, she and the covers were being lifted to sit on his lap in the easy chair by the window of her room. Barrett permitted no struggling, quelling her attempts to get up with shattering ease. He said nothing, simply held her as she settled down. Crying on him was becoming a habit, Meg thought errantly.

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“Talk to me.”

He felt her stiffen again, fighting his request, command, but he held her tightly then repeated himself, quite content to sit there all night, if they had to. He wanted some answers.

Finally, close to sleep and very relaxed from the mind-blowing orgasm, she obeyed him. “I was so frightened, Barrett.”

If the chair they were in had been a rocking chair, he’d’ve rocked her. He could only stroke her hair. “What did I do that frightened you, Baby, and I won’t do it again,” he promised, hating the idea that she might be afraid of him.

“You wouldn’t stop, you made me – I had an – “

“Orgasm.”

She was so glad he filled the word in for her. “Yes.”

“Was that your first, Honey? Is that it?”

Embarrassed, she replied in a small voice, “No, Barrett, it wasn’t the first. But it was – it was the most.”

“The

most?”

“The most everything. The hardest, the most pleasurable, the most raw, bare-naked – “

“Uncontrollable,” he furnished the perfect word, knowing now what had caused all this.

Her head rested on his shoulder. He understood. “Yes.”

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“And that made you cry?”

She shook her head. “I cry after an orgasm if it’s very hard.

That’s just me. Orgasms, for me, are an emotional as well as a sexual release. I tend to build up a lot of stuff and when I come, it comes out.” He nodded, having heard of that type of reaction in women, but he’d never seen it before. “It made me want to run. It made me afraid of you, because you – you created the orgasm, Barrett. You can practically do it in me from across the freaking room. All you have to do is look at me in that bedroom-eyed, sexy way you have, and I – “ the volume of her voice lowered “ – I get wet whenever you’re around,” she whispered, as if it were some terrible secret.

He took a deep breath, surprised and amazed at what he’d learned this evening. If his ego got any bigger, he wouldn’t be able to fit back through the door. She was a very complex woman. At least he wouldn’t be bored any time soon. She’d keep him hopping.

Barrett put her back into her own bed and tucked her in as if she were a little girl, settling on the side of the bed for a moment.

“We keep coming back to control and trust issues, have you noticed?” She nodded. “Part of the beauty of sex is the spontaneity of it, and the control you give up to the other person.

You can touch me anywhere on my body. I can touch you anywhere. The only orgasms you have direct control over, Honey, are the ones you give yourself. You won’t have control over any of the ones I give you, and that’s kind of delicious, isn’t it? And vice versa. I like the idea of putting myself into your small hands, literally and figuratively. I trust you, and I know that the pleasure you give me will be just as fantastic as what we just did.”

“But no