Southern Attraction (Southern Heart 3)

She takes a step toward me. “Jeans pocket,” I remind her. She nods, picks up my jeans and pulls out my wallet, handing it to me. I shake my head. “You do it,” I tell her.

She grins as she opens my wallet and pulls out the little silver packet, using her teeth to tear it open. Dropping to her knees, she settles between my legs and I release my cock. She takes over, using long slow strokes. I watch her as she rolls the condom down my length. Hot as fuck.

Standing, she places a knee on either side of mine on the couch and straddles me. I grip her thighs again, needing my hands on her. Reaching between us, she grabs me and guides me home.

“Shit,” I mutter.

“Mmm.” She closes her eyes. I don’t move, not sure I’m even breathing while I wait for her next move. When she raises up just a little and then settles back against me, I close my eyes to keep them from rolling back in my head.

She’s taking it slow, and this need to make slow, sweet love to her overtakes me. It’s something I’ve never done.

“Baby, I need you to wrap your arms around my neck and when I stand, your legs go around my waist.”

She nods and I stand, me still inside of her. “What are you doing?” she asks, burying her head in my neck.

“I’m going to make love to you.” I take my time getting to my room. She’s moaning with each step and I like the sound, the feeling of her clenching around me. Finally in my room, I have to release her, which means I have to pull out as well. I sit her on the bed and slowly pull away from her. “Scoot back.” She does, and I follow right after her. Her legs fall open as an invitation and I take it. Dropping my elbows on either side of her head, I rest my weight there as I push back inside.

She slides her hands under my arms and grips my back, a move I’ve come to expect from her, as if she needs to hold me close, hold on while we make love. I might not have been slow the times before, but that’s exactly what it was. It could be nothing but when it comes to her.

“I love you,” she whispers.

Leaning down, I kiss her, soft and slow, my tongue meeting the rhythm of my hips as I make love to my girl. I lose track of time getting lost in her. Nothing else matters.

“I’m close,” she says, her green eyes locked on mine. “Can you… I mean, can you go with me?”

“I’m with you, baby. Always.”

Within seconds we’re both falling over the edge. I rest my forehead against hers and relish the feeling.

“Let me take care of this and I’ll be right back.” Reluctantly and quickly, I climb out of bed and rush to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I’m back to her in a flash, sliding under the covers. She comes willingly as she settles her head against my chest and I wrap my arms around her.

“Love you,” she whispers.

I hold her a little tighter. “I love you, Jamie. Sweet dreams, beautiful.”

The alarm is going off way too early. I’m ready to complain until I remember why: Mike has to head over to help Aaron mend a fence today. I debate on sleeping in but decide against it. I’m excited to spend some one-on-one time with Whitney.

Rolling over, I snuggle into Mike and soak up his warmth.

“Mornin,’ beautiful,” he mumbles.

“Morning. I guess I need to get moving.”

“You can sleep in.”

“Nah, I want to go see Whit.”

“All right, babe. You shower first. I’ll start on breakfast.”

“You should shower with me,” I suggest.

He chuckles. “Baby, I’ll never leave this house if we start the day that way. I only have a few days left with you, and if Aaron weren’t one of my best friends, I wouldn’t be leaving at all.” He kisses my hair and climbs out of bed. “Bacon and eggs okay?”

“Yeah. I’ll be quick.” Well, after I watch his naked ass pull on some gym shorts. No point in missing the show.

Once he disappears out the bedroom door, I jump into action and head to the shower, rushing through so I’m not holding him up. I opt for a pair of gym shorts and a tank, blow-drying my hair and then pulling it up in a knot on top of my head. I forgo makeup and head toward the kitchen.

“Just in time.” He sets two plates with bacon, eggs, and toast on the island. We each inhale our food; we must have worked up an appetite last night. I can’t hide my grin at the thought.