His Southern Sweetheart

Desperate hands reached for the opening of her one-piece outfit. The swell of one breast was cupped in the palm of his hand. Nate’s fingers twitched and in pent-up anticipation he reached for the opening of the top and yanked it open. The ampleness of her breasts made it hard to access them, so he pulled harder, ripping the material down to her belly button.

“Nate,” she gasped into his ear with a delightful surprise.

“Sorry, not sorry,” he replied before lowering her backside to the steps. His fingers skillfully pulled away the material of her bra, freeing her breasts with both hands and pressing them together. His mouth sought the peaks of the hard nipples he’d been craving since they first got together. As his mouth fastened on both of them, Amelia clasped her legs around his waist and ground herself on him.

Amelia clawed at the hem of his shirt until she managed to pull the black material to his shoulders. Nate ceased feasting on her breasts enough to pull the shirt over his head. A ripple of pleasure spread across his body with the touch of her hands along his spine, around his collarbone and to his bare chest. A trail of heat followed her fingertips. He inhaled deeply when her fingers sunk below the fabric of his pants. She rounded her fingers to his backside and tugged the material. With the belt removed, the material came down with ease. Her hands reached under the waistband of his boxers and freed his straining erection.

“Amelia,” he whispered between the valley of her breasts.

“Nate,” she mocked. “Let’s take this into my bedroom.”

Without hesitation, Nate secured her bottom and stood upright with her legs wrapped around his waist. In the week he’d been here, he’d already learned his way around Helen Marlow’s home, including where to find Amelia’s new bedroom. He walked with ease and desire driving him. Their mouths never broke their kiss until he laid her on top of her white comforter.

Amelia rose to her elbows and shifted her body enough to allow him to free her of the rest of the flimsy material he’d torn away. As Nate pulled the last of the garment down her shapely legs, he held her foot in his hand and kissed her ankles, then the arch. She pulled her leg in, bending it at the knee, thus pulling him close. Nate knelt on the edge of the bed and held both legs out to the side. His fingers read her inner thigh like braille until he came to the center of her core.

With the pad of his thumb and forefinger, he massaged her outer lips, rubbing them together. Hot, liquid moisture coated his fingers. Slowly he sunk one finger into her flesh. Her upper body rose off the bed. Nate, not wanting to break his concentration, eased her back down onto the mattress by circling her left nipple with the palm of his hand.

Nate drove his finger deeper into her wet flesh and pulled out. He did it again, deeper, and let his thumb trace circles on her throbbing nub. A cry escaped Amelia’s throat as she began to quiver. His body trembled, knowing how ready she was for him. He sighed at the view and swallowed down his desire. The pads of his thumbs traced the delicate skin of her inner thigh. Her hands pawed the air toward his chest, willing him to come closer. He obliged.

Two full weeks had passed since he’d last touched her body, with a week of her teasing him with visions of her sexy body. But not tonight—he could no longer wait.

“I need you,” Amelia whispered. She arched her neck and turned her head to the side as she thrust her lower back toward him.

In seconds Nate kicked off his pants, rolled on a condom from his wallet in the back of his pants and joined her naked body with his, entering her swiftly. They both sighed, clearly satisfied with the reunion. Her tight walls clamped around his shaft. He closed his eyes and tried to maintain stability.

Amelia gasped in satisfaction. Nate nuzzled his mouth against the crook of her neck and began to lick and suck. Her fingernails scratched the length of his back. Not wanting to come too soon, Nate held Amelia’s hands over her head and drove into her. Like the first time they were together, she matched his thrusts with one of her own. They were a perfect fit. They moved in harmony. Nate dipped his head lower and captured her mouth with his. The tongues danced again to the sound of their bodies pounding against each other. Nate let go of Amelia’s hands and balanced himself on his own hands to watch her face as he drove into her over and over. As her back arched in anticipation of another orgasm, Nate drove faster. The moment her eyes tightened, he let go of his pent-up desire with a yelp, thrusting until he was spent.

He could never find bliss like this with anyone else.

Chapter 9

The elegance of the Keaton-Marshall wedding almost made Amelia want to get married. Almost.

As promised, Amelia helped out Lexi’s employee, Chantal, with the video. She was quite impressed with the amount of money Lexi had invested in her quality cameras. Amelia’s fingers itched to take control but she let the young woman handle everything. She made mental notes of how she’d do things differently. She might have placed a GoPro camera on the baseball caps of the groomsmen from Sam’s fraternity. Maybe next time, she could talk Lexi into getting some battery-pack microphones for the next bridal party to better catch all the conversations.

Next time? Amelia gave her head a little shake as she jotted her notes in the small notepad she kept in her handbag. There’d be no next time. After Grandmamma came home, Amelia would be around for a few more weeks and then she was out of here. Hell, wanting to hold a boom mic was proof she needed to get back to work.

“You look like you’re in your element.” Nate’s deep voice vibrated against her spine as he snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

A slow smile spread across her face at the memory of Nate just a few hours ago. She’d thought that after staying up all night making love to him, she’d be tired by now, but at the moment of his touch she was recharged with desire. “I am now.”

Out of view from everyone, Nate’s hand snaked around to her backside and roamed across the curve of her behind. “Admit it, life is better living reality than filming it.”

Amused with the idea, Amelia half nodded and half shook her head. “I’ve been doing film for a while now. I’ve only been doing you for a couple of hours.”

“And already you’re contemplating staying,” he retorted.

Had he read her thoughts? No, not possible. Amelia shook her head and spun around. With Nate’s arms still on her body, she was flush against his chest. The pale lavender scoop-necked tea-length dress Lexi’s niece had picked out for her crushed against Nate’s dark suit, pressing her breasts forward and drawing Nate’s attention to them.

“You believe one night of passion can...” Whatever she wanted to say was drowned out in the back of her throat when Nate dipped his head lower and kissed her. The sweetness of his mouth made her knees buckle. Thank God for his hold.

“Are you crazy?” she asked breathlessly. “Anyone can see us.”

Nate shrugged without a care in the world as they stood in the back of the church. Maybe there was something in the water. All the other couples they’d hung out with last night were cuddled up. Stephen snatched Lexi’s clipboard from her hand and drew her close for a kiss. Cay and Greg slipped out from the church to the hallway connected to the back room for a few stolen kisses. “Is something in the water?”

“The pastor’s running late, so we all have a few minutes to misbehave.”

As she prayed that the pastor going missing during a wedding was not a bad omen, Amelia sunk into Nate’s embrace and enjoyed the moment.