Southern Playboy (North Carolina Highlands 4)

Different from dawn in Carolina, but not half bad.

The house is quiet. I glance at the monitor on my bedside table and see that Liam is snoozing peacefully in his crib, a wilted Pup Pup on the mattress beside his head.

There’s a rustle. A hot mouth on my neck.

Grinning, I turn my head to see Amelia looking up at me, brown eyes lazy with sleep as she nicks my skin with her teeth.

My dick gets hard, and I say, “Don’t start somethin’ you ain’t gonna finish, honey.”

“I would never.” She wraps a hand around my dick and gives it a tug. Every muscle in my body tightens. Blood warms. “Good morning.”

“Morning.” I reach over and return the favor, slipping my first two fingers through the folds of her pussy. “Damn. You dream about me or something?”

“Yes. Most vivid dreams ever. It was bizarre. And delightf—” She gasps when I circle her clit. Her legs fall open, and I glide my fingers farther into her slit, finding her entrance. I slip one inside her, and she tightens around me, immediately responsive.

“Whoa, you weren’t kidding. You gonna come already?”

She shuts her eyes and smiles. “Maybe.”

I can’t help it. I lean in and kiss her mouth. When I first did this a few months back, Amelia would always protest. Morning breath, she’d say. And I’d say, I love it because it’s yours.

Now she doesn’t say anything at all. She just smiles and kisses me back, the way she’s doing right now.

“I wanna come when you’re inside me,” she breathes, hips rolling into the strokes of my fingers. “Please, baby.”

God, I love it when she calls me that.

Because I can’t ever say no to this woman, I roll on top of her. Kiss her jaw, her neck. Her tits.

“Oooh,” she hisses when I take a nipple in my mouth.

I go still. “That doesn’t sound good.”

“Yeah. My boobs are sore.”

“Do you need to stop?” I ask, furrowing my brow.

Amelia grabs a fistful of my hair and gives it a tug. “Don’t you dare. Just be gentle with the nips, all right?”

“You think this could be a sign?”

She looks at me and I look back. “Maybe, yeah.”

We’ve talked about having a baby. A lot. We haven’t been trying, per se, but we haven’t done anything to prevent it either. We’re not married yet, sure, but Amelia doesn’t want a big wedding, and she keeps mentioning how fun it would be to “elope” here in Vegas. Just me, her, Liam, and Elvis. Oh, and Rose too.

I kinda dig the idea. To be honest, I’ll marry Amelia any way she likes. I just wanna make her mine for good.

I smile. “I don’t wanna get my hopes up, but that would be a really, really awesome way to start our Tuesday.”

“I know.” She smiles back. “I’ll take a test when we’re done, all right?”

“Okay.”

We don’t say another word as we move. We don’t need to. I guide her knee to my hip, giving her thigh a soft squeeze. She reaches down and guides me to her center. I rock my hips and sink inside her, quietly and slowly, and her head falls back as I fill her to the hilt.

She feels like heaven. Hot, swollen, sweet.

She trails her fingertips through the hair at the nape of my neck, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I begin to move, baby thrusts at first, and when I open my eyes, I see that she’s studying my face, a smile on her lips.

I nudge her nose with mine. She nudges back and wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer. My chest brushes against her erect nipples.

“That hurt?”

“No,” she pants. “That’s—so good, Rhett.”

I swivel my hips, doing my best to hit her where she wants it. She bites her lip. Plays with her clit for half a second, and then she comes without warning.

She never makes much noise during morning sex—my place in Vegas is smaller than the one I have on the farm, so we have to be quiet—but today, she cries out, her pussy clamping down on my dick like a vise.

Clawing at my chest, Amelia kisses me hard and keeps coming.

“My God,” I manage.

“No kidding,” she says when she can finally speak. “Wow, wow, wow.”

I come with a grunt. “You’re welcome.”

I stay inside her for a minute. We stopped using condoms after we both got tested, so I feel myself seeping out of her. Raw sex is messy. I love it, and judging by the way Amelia clings to me, she does too.

“How about I make you some tea?” I murmur. “I’ll get breakfast going too. What are you in the mood for?”

She smiles up at me, and my heart swells. Damn, she’s gorgeous.

I still can’t believe this woman is mine.

“Nothing too fancy. Toast is fine.”