Southern Attraction (Southern Heart 3)

His kindness, the heart he wears on his sleeve, that attracts me to him just as much as his good looks and southern charm. Michael Wallace is one of the good guys, the kind of guy you hold on to, no matter the sacrifice. I don’t comment on his kind words, partly because I don’t have the words and partly because I want to show him.

Releasing him from my grip, my hands find the waistband of his boxer briefs and tug gently. He lifts, reading my mind, and I carefully slide them over his erection and down to his knees. He again uses his feet to kick them all the way off.

When I see him lying naked before me, I feel kind of awkward still in my work pants. Standing from the bed, I discard them before he can ask what I’m doing. I climb back on the bed, this time lying alongside him, my head at his hips. Propped up on one elbow, I take him in my hand again and stroke gently, just enjoying the feel of this man in my hands. He buries his hand in my hair once again. Leaning in, he hisses as I kiss his bare hip. I’m sure he thought I was going for gold, so to speak, but I want to drag this out. I want to enjoy being able to watch him, to explore the feel of him while I can. I don’t know if or when I might have an opportunity like this again.

Everything between us is so muddled, yet it isn’t. I’m pretty sure we have feelings, strong feelings, but the distance of our worlds divides us. I’m going to live in this moment and enjoy it while he’s here with me. I want him to experience my hometown just as he’s shown me his. That’s all that matters this weekend.

Needing more, I lean over him and place a kiss to the tip. He groans, which gives me incentive to take it further. This is not something I’ve enjoyed in the past—it was always an expectation from the guy—but this is different. Mike simply lies still, letting me have my way with him. It’s a heady feeling.

Deciding to just go for it, I take him deep and a breathy “fuck” falls from his lips. He remains still, his hand tight in my hair but never moving me. His legs twitch but he doesn’t change positions, letting me take control of the moment. Climbing to my knees, I take him as deep as I can, over and over, letting my lips slide over him. I’m lost in the moans that my actions are eliciting from him, until I feel his hand slide up the back of my thigh. He grips tight as I take him deep.

“Can I touch you?” He’s breathless and almost pleading.

Looking up at him, I say the words I know are without a doubt the truest I’ve ever spoken. “I’m yours.”

Heat blazes in his eyes as he guides his finger inside me. My head falls to his hip as I relish the feeling. Composing myself, I take him back in my mouth, setting out to make him fall apart. I increase my speed and so does he, as if we’re in a battle. If I know Mike like I think I do, he’ll refuse to get off without me, no matter what the situation.

“I’m close, Jamie. Are you there?” he asks, adding yet another digit and pumping in and out. My mouth follows the rhythm, his cock sliding in and out past my lips.

“Mmm,” I moan around him.

“Jamie, babe, you need to stop.”

I don’t. I want this. It’ll be a first for me, and I’m excited at the prospect. I’ve never had the desire to take everything, but with Mike, it’s different. I want all of him any way I can get him.

“Fuck!” he roars as he explodes in my mouth. I take as much of it as I can until my orgasm rips through me as well. I pull away, resting my head on his toned abs as the ripples of pleasure wash over me.

“Come here,” he says once we’re both sated. I wiggle up his sweat-slicked naked body. He wraps his arm around me and holds me tight, kissing the top of my head. “I missed you,” he whispers.

“Missed you,” I say as exhaustion washes over me. I slept for shit last night, too excited to sleep knowing he would be here this weekend. Now as I lie here in his arms, I can’t seem to keep sleep from claiming me.

Waking up with her in my arms is something I’ve only done a handful of times, but I missed it all the same. I lie awake just watching her sleep. We both took a nap yesterday afternoon. When we woke, the sun was setting and we decided to stay in. I’d be fine if we never left her apartment the entire time I’m here, but I know she’s excited to show me her world. I won’t take that away from her.

Last night was… exhilarating. It’s going to be hard as hell to leave her on Tuesday morning.

“Hey, creeper,” she laughs, her voice husky from sleep.

“Morning, beautiful.” I kiss her nose.

“How long have you been up?”

“Not long. I was just enjoying the view.”

She smiles a soft sleepy smile that has me fighting the urge to beat on my chest that I cause that reaction from her. “You ready for today?”

“What’s on the agenda?”

“We’re going to Millennium Park. There’s a music festival going on, there will be tons of food vendors. Thought we could spend the day there.”

“Sounds good. I’m all yours for whatever you have planned.”

“First we need food, and I need a shower.”

“How about you shower and I’ll start breakfast. Any requests?”

“No, whatever is fine. Something easy, maybe a bagel?”

“Bagels I can do. You need any help in the shower?” My eyes roam over her naked body under the thin sheet. It’s covering her, but that’s fine; I have every inch of her gorgeous body engrained in my memory. It’s not a sight I’ll be forgetting any time soon.