All I Want Is You by Kayla Perrin

experienced.
    And she’d wanted to experience it again.
    â€œSo, what are you up to today?” Barry asked.
    Mikki looked at the time. It was shortly after ten in the morning, and she was surprised she was even awake. She and Barry had spent the better part of the night making love. And even when they’d fallen asleep after two, they’d woken up around four to make love again. It was as though they’d both been starved sexually and had found something so completely amazing that they couldn’t stop doing it for most of the night.
    â€œWell, it’s the day before the wedding,” Mikki said. “We had the rehearsal last night, but there’ll be lots to do. My sister’s going to need me. I’d better get home.”
    Last night, she hadn’t given any thought to the fact that if she spent the night with Barry, she would have to head home in the morning and deal with a curious family. And it was too late to do anything about it now.
    She would have to face them, come up with some explanation as to where she’d been. She couldn’t exactly tell them that she’d been busy undergoing a sexual metamorphosis.
    Barry took her hand in his and kissed it softly. Then he pulled the blanket from her breasts, brought his head down, and took her nipple in his mouth. Pleasure flooded her instantly, and moaning, she arched her back.
    She could so easily sleep with him again. Right now. She could spend the entire day in bed with him and not feel guilty.
    Except that she knew she couldn’t. Not before the wedding.
    â€œBarry, I wish I could stay, but I’d better get ready. Can you give me a ride home?”
    â€œNo worries, baby. I can wait until tomorrow night.”
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    Mikki was glad when she got to her parents’ house and saw that the car wasn’t there. She could only hope that one or both of her parents were out running errands.
    Chantal’s car, however, was there.
    Mikki tried to enter the house as quietly as possible, hoping that wherever her sister was, she wouldn’t hear her. She glanced in the living room and kitchen and didn’t see her sister there. Pausing to listen, she heard no sound.
    Perhaps Chantal was still sleeping.
    Hurrying down the hallway that led to the bedrooms, Mikki slipped into her room, then sighed with relief. She was home free.
    But not more than ten seconds later, the door to her room flew open, and Chantal breezed in, asking, “And where were you last night?”
    â€œSheesh, Chantal. You scared me.”
    â€œThe way you scared me, Mom, and Dad last night?” Chantal countered.
    Mikki frowned. She hadn’t considered that her family would be worried about her whereabouts, just that they’d simply be curious. “Damn, I’m sorry. Did you think something bad happened to me?”
    A sly smile formed on Chantal’s face. “I had a pretty good idea that you were okay.” She paused. “So, where were you?”
    â€œI was . . . with a friend.” That wasn’t a lie. Barry was a friend.
    â€œI didn’t think you were wandering the streets on your own last night,” Chantal said, tongue in cheek. “Fess up, sis.”
    â€œI was with a friend from high school,” Mikki went on. Again, not a lie.
    â€œThe last I knew, Barry was dropping you home. Next thing, you don’t show up. All night long.”
    Mikki’s face flushed. She wondered if her sister could see on her face the exquisite experience that she had gone through.
    â€œWell, it got late, so I just figured I would stay and sleep there.”
    Now Chantal was grinning slyly. “So who’s this high school friend? Barry?”
    â€œWhat?” Mikki asked.
    â€œYou can try to play dumb with me, but I wasn’t born yesterday. I saw the way Barry was looking at you last night. The way you were looking at him.”
    Mikki’s face grew hot, the memory of Barry’s naked body