Southern Desire (Southern Heart 2)

He stops. Suddenly his lips are no longer skimming their way across my exposed skin. The heat of his stare has my breath catching in my chest. I give him a subtle nod and that must be all he needs. He starts with the top button and slowly, too damn slow, he unbuttons them one at a time. Torture, slow, glorious torture as he kisses each new area of exposed skin as the buttons come undone.

I come undone.

I want more of him. More of his lips against my skin, more of everything. However, I’m digging this slow thing we have going on. This isn’t the first time we’ve fooled around, but this time it feels different. Maybe it’s me and my feelings for him. I can’t deny them and I won’t. I’m just not sure I’m ready to reveal them to Aaron just yet.

“Gorgeous,” he breathes against my belly once the final button is freed.

I sit up, allowing him to slip it off my shoulders. Reaching behind me, I find the hook to my bra and free it as well. Slowly, ever so slowly because I love the way his eyes heat as he watches me, I remove it and toss it on top of my shirt.

“Your turn,” I say. My voice is low and filled with all the emotion of the moment.

Aaron doesn’t waste time. His shirt is pulled over his head and lands on the pile we’re starting to create. I lie back on the blanket and fight the urge to cover my breasts. The only thing stopping me is the look in his eyes as he drinks me in.

Licking his lips, he leans down and captures a nipple between his teeth, lightly nipping, soothing with his tongue. His hand snakes around the back of my neck as he tears his lips from my breasts. He kisses me hard, pulling me to him. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes against my lips.

His lips are soft, yet his kiss is firm and demanding. I open for him as his bare chest presses against mine. It’s a feeling I relish. Skin against skin. Me against him.

Breathing heavy, he pulls away and buries his face in my neck. “I have to slow down. If I don’t, I’m going to devour every inch of you.”

I take a deep breath and slowly release it, getting myself under control before I breathe the words, “Don’t slow down.”

His head pops up and those brown eyes study me. “I want you,” he finally says. “More than my next breath, I want you.”

“I’m yours,” I reply, never breaking eye contact.

Aaron kisses me. His lips are a whisper against mine; it’s a far cry from the desire in his eyes. “I’m going to devour you, Whit. But I’m going to do it slow. I’m going to savor you, every fucking inch of you. All night.” With that, his lips are back on mine, his tongue sliding past my lips. Mine mimic his as he explores me.

My hands slide to his jeans. I need to feel him, all of him, next to me. “Off,” I say between kisses, tugging on the waistband.

He chuckles, pulling back. He stands and strips off his jeans and boxer briefs all in one sweep, kicking his jeans to the pile of clothes. He lowers to his knees. Leaning down, he kisses my navel, his lips trailing until they reach the waistband of my jeans. He unbuttons them, sits up, and pulls them down my legs. I’m now lying before him in nothing but my white lace thong.

“You forgot something,” I tell him.

He grins. “Hmm.” His lips are back at my navel and begin working their way down. When he reaches the top of my thong, he takes it in his teeth and pulls. It takes all of my focus to not squirm. I’ve never been this turned on.

Ever.

“Aaron.” His name falls from my lips.

He releases my thong and looks up at me. His eyes are burning with heat and desire for . . . me. “What, baby?”

Longing flows through me and I can feel the effect his words, his actions, have on my body. I’m ready for him. Reaching down, I grab the sides of my thong and push them down. Aaron gets the hint and takes over. Sitting back on his knees, he leisurely peels it from my body. Like he has all the time in the world. Once it’s off, he tosses it to the side. Then he begins a whole new wave of torment. He starts at the ball of my left foot and kisses me there. His lips trail up my leg, kissing, licking, nipping until I’m ready to come apart at the seams. He reaches the apex of my thighs, kisses me tenderly just above where I want him, and pulls away. I don’t have time to protest before I feel his lips on the ball of my right foot as he repeats the same process, driving me crazy with need for him.

This time when he reaches my sex, he traces me with his tongue. “Damn,” he mumbles before going back for more.

I can’t speak; hell, I can barely breathe. My chest is rapidly rising and falling with each kiss, lick, nip. Instead, I bury my hands in his hair and hold him there, right where I want him.

Aaron chuckles and I’m too turned on, too focused on how good that deep rumble feels against me, to care. I get lost in his touch, his tongue, his fingers inside me, his hand gripping my ass. Just lost to him.

“Give it to me, Whit.”

I start to pulse and my legs lock around him. He doesn’t seem to mind as he continues to eat at me like a starved man. “Aaron,” I breathe.

“Now, Whit. I want to you to come on my tongue,” he says, and just those words have me falling over the edge as my orgasm flies through me. I feel it from head to toe.

When I get my bearings, Aaron is now lying alongside me, his body pressed into mine. The blanket is pulled over us. “Gorgeous,” he whispers as he presses a gentle kiss to my lips.

“You’re not done yet,” I mumble, reaching for him.

He chuckles. “Is that so?” he asks, rising up on one elbow to look down at me.

“Uh-huh.” My hand rests on the scruff of his cheek. “We have to take care of you.”

He shakes his head. “No, as long as you’re good, so am I.”

“Aaron.” I wait for him to look at me with those big brown eyes. “Make love to me.”

He swallows hard. I watch the movement of his throat. Leaning up, I kiss him there.

“Whitney.” My name is a whisper.

“Please.” I can see when his resolve breaks. His eyes grow even darker. He kisses me quickly before rolling over. I watch as the muscles in his back constrict with each movement. I want to trace the carved lines with my tongue. His body is sculpted from all the hard work on the farm.

I fumble with my jeans, reaching for my wallet. I say a silent prayer to those above that I have a condom. I didn’t plan on this, but there is no way that I’m turning it down, turning her down. Her soft plea for me to make love to her broke my resolve. I’ve been trying like hell to take my time with her. I know she’s still healing and I wanted to give her that before we muddied what we have with sex. I’ve almost caved a thousand times, my cock straining to feel her. I wanted her to be ready. She’s not just some girl, she’s the one. I’m sure of it.