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with a lot of women; a lot of beautiful women
haven't you?”
    Barrington
heard the insecurity in her tone and knew right now she was the most vulnerable
she’d ever been with him. He also knew he'd never take advantage of someone so
precious, rare, and dear to him as his sweet Perri. He maneuvered her body
until she lay face to face with him.
    “Don't
do that, baby. You’re not other women and I wouldn’t want you like I do if you
were,” Barrington said honestly.
    “I
appreciate that, Barrington, but you’re not answering my honest question.”
    “Don't
compare yourself to anyone else, baby. I'm not. You're it for me. My sampling
days are over, Perri, have been from the moment I first laid eyes on you. I
don't want anyone else. For me, baby, you're all that matters.”
    “Thank
you for saying that, Barrington. But you have been with a lot of women, haven't
you? A lot of beautiful and very capable women, I can imagine.”
    “But
none of them have shared my bed inside my home. And I swear, Perri, I've never
tasted anyone but you. Your fountain of love is the only one I've ever dared to
drink from; the only one I've ever wanted to drink from.” His arms tightened
around her as he gave her time to absorb what he'd just revealed.
    “Barrington,
I’ve been a backup dancer; I’ve seen the ridiculously wild lifestyle most
musicians lead,” she argued the fact.
    “I
know you have, Perri. I’m not gonna lie. I’ve had my share on the wild side.
Hell, there will never be a shortage of willing groupies throwing themselves at
any musician they come in contact with. But that’s just free sex and that’s all
there will ever be to it, at least in the mind of most male musicians. However,
I can only speak for me when I tell you none of the women I been with cared a
damn thing about my soul any more than I did theirs. Not trying to be cruel
here, but for me, it was just sex with them. And for them, they didn’t want me
per se; just the chance to say they made it with a musician. Bottom line, I
don’t go down on every woman because, to me, that is something intimately
sacred to share with the woman I love. That said, baby, while I can't offer you
my virginity, I have given you a gift I've never bestowed upon any other woman.
In that regard, Perri, you are my first,” Barrington kissed her temple, “and
only.”
    Something
about the tenderness in his voice when he'd said that was like mesmerizing
Perri into a place she'd never been and she knew it was okay to believe him.
“Thank you, Barrington, for allowing me to be the first woman to occupy your
bed, inside your bedroom, in your spacious home.” She smiled affectionately.
“And thank you, Barrington, for the privilege of being the first and only woman
your mouth, tongue, and teeth sought out to possess.”
    Grinning,
he told her, “You're very welcome, Perri.”
    Her
only reply to that was another soul-stirring kiss that she had no problem
delivering to him. Having gotten lost in his kiss, Perri was soon disappointed
when, without warning, his lips parted from hers.
    “You
were something else, girl,” he told her huskily.
    Perri
chuckled and closed her eyes. “Wonder why, Tarzan.”
    He
grew serious. “I didn't hurt you, did I?”
    Shaking
her head, she enjoyed the feel of him next to her, rubbing circles on her back.
    He
lightly bit her shoulder and soothed it with his tongue. “You okay, baby? Still
with me?”
    “Better
than okay; I'm great. And yes, Barrington, I'm still with you. No place else
I'd rather be.” She waited then said, “I know I'm not your first lover, baby—”
    “But,
you are the first one that's ever mattered.”
    After
a delicious moment of silence, long enough for his previous words to sink into
her mind, her to wrap her brain around them, Barrington told her, “You count
with me, sweet Perri.” He flipped her on her back and lovingly gazed down into
her devastatingly beautiful, chocolate brown eyes, hoping she could read