Southern Charmer (Charleston Heat 1)

But I know what I’m doing when it comes to this.

I pull her hand off the sink and hold it in mine, turning her around so she’s facing me.

“Then come to bed. I’ll take good care of you, baby.” I search her eyes. The trust and the desire I see in them flattens me.

I really do have it bad for this girl.

Real bad.

The sinews of her throat move sensuously as she swallows.

“I know you will,” she whispers. Then she pushes off the sink and, turning around again so she’s still facing me, pulls me slowly into the bedroom.Chapter Twenty-FourEliMy heart is pounding when I kick the bedroom door closed behind us. Billy’s got a bad habit of showing up just when I don’t want him to.

I want to have Olivia all to myself tonight.

A breeze blows in through the windows. The air is crisp. A little cool.

Her eyes never leaving mine, Olivia drops my hand. Steps out of her flip flops. Tugs at the tie near her hip that holds her dress together.

My mouth goes dry when it opens, revealing a slice of her milky white belly. Makes the candy apple red bra she’s wearing really pop.

She’s got on different panties today. A nude thong.

Olivia rolls back her shoulders. The dress slides down her body, pooling in a pretty gauze heap at her feet.

I can’t move. I stand in front of her like a slack jawed idiot, devouring her body with my gaze. She’s shaking, small tremors in her leg muscles and arms. But she keeps her eyes locked on mine. Blue eyes lit up with fire.

Trust.

She’s not touching me. But I feel like she’s reaching inside me anyway, carefully rearranging all the soft parts in my chest cavity. I feel the ghosts of her fingers brushing against my lungs. Her thumb giving my heart a tender swipe.

“It’s not polite to stare,” she teases, a little breathless.

I take a step forward. Put a hand on her hip, dipping the long edge of my index finger into the lacy strap of her thong.

“I just—” I swallow. “I need a minute.”

I rake my gaze up the length of her body. Her slender, girlish legs. The curve of her hips, accentuated by the naughty cut of her panties. I can see the dark shadow of her pubic hair through it.

Strong lines of her belly.

Her breasts.

I can’t help taking one of them in my hand. Cupping its soft weight, I look up to see Olivia’s mouth fall open when I pluck at her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. It pebbles to a hard point.

So responsive to me.

I press the flat of my palm against it. Olivia’s hands find my shoulders. Her fingers dig into my skin. Like she’s holding on for dear life.

Running my finger underneath her thong, I say, “You gonna let me?”

Earlier today in my truck, she already told me she wanted to pick up where we left off last night. But I’m not asking her to let me fuck her.

I’m asking her to let me in.

I’m asking her to share everything with me. Her secrets. Her sighs.

Her story.

I want her to let me see it all.

Her eyes go hazy when I tug the strap down. Her panties catch between her thighs. Another soft tug. They fall with a whisper to her feet. I lean down, hovering my mouth over hers.

“Let me.”

My fingers are between her legs now. Her eyes search mine. Lips open and pink and a little wet.

I duck my head. Capture those lips in a quick whisper of a kiss.

“Let me,” I say, slipping my first two fingers inside her sweet little cunt.

I groan. She’s wet. And hot. And so damn swollen-soft I could die.

A surge of need in my groin, sudden and enormous, makes me dizzy.

I glide my fingers through her slit, front to back. I dip the tip of my middle finger inside her. Hot and soft here, too. Tight.

I move that finger to her clit. Circle it, slowly and firmly. Just once.

Her fingernails bite into my shoulders. Her tits brush against my chest as she breathes. Rapid, uneven breaths.

“Okay,” she says, her eyes fluttering shut.

“Nu-huh.” I press my finger against her clit. “Come on, baby, you gotta look at me when you say it.”

Breath catching, Olivia opens her eyes. They’re wet.

She is wet everywhere, she’s as desperate for me as I am for her, and I love it.

I move my other hand to the small of her back. Trail my fingertips gently up the furrow of her spine. She curls a little closer into my body. Looks up at me. Vulnerable and warm.

I have to take a breath. My heart’s gonna burst.

“Yes,” she says steadily. “Yes, Eli.”

I guide her mouth to mine, tilting my head so I can get a good taste of her sweetness. Wine and Olivia.