Southern Charmer (Charleston Heat 1) - Page 67

A spark of heat lights in her eyes.

“I’m a little sore. Nothing too bad.”

“Still bleeding?”

“No.” Her eyes rake over my bare chest. I never, ever wear a shirt when I’m at the cabin. She gets up, dropping her napkin on her plate. “I think I’m healed enough. Let’s go to bed.”

Olivia’s already tugged off her jeans and shirt by the time we get to the bedroom. She reaches behind her and unclasps her bra.

She isn’t wearing underwear.

Climbing into bed naked, she looks so good I can’t stand it. Her tits bounce when she falls against the pillows. Her eyes are on me.

I shuck off my jeans and boxers. Olivia watches my every move, her gaze darkening with hunger when she takes in my swollen cock.

I take it in my hand and give myself a slow, strong stroke. Sensation winds tight low in my stomach.

“Like that, baby?” I murmur.

She licks her lips.

“Come here,” she says, crooking her finger as she gets on her knees.

I stand at the edge of the bed, and then she’s curling her hand around mine on my dick, her thumb playing with the head as I lean down for a kiss.

Guiding her in another stroke, I pant against her mouth. I’m not gonna last long at this rate. But before we have sex again, I need to make sure she’s really okay.

With my other hand, I reach between her legs. Gently—very, very gently—I part her lips and slip my fingertip inside her folds.

She’s soaking wet and hot.

“Yankee girl,” I sputter.

“I meant it when I said you turned me on, Eli.”

I meet her eyes. Study them as my fingertip moves over her clit. Her eyes go hazy. My cock surges.

But when I move to her entrance, barely touching her, those blue eyes light up with pain.

Immediately I pull back.

“You’re still hurt,” I say.

“No!” she says, grabbing my hand. “No, it’s fine, Eli, I promise. I really want to do this. I want you.”

I search her eyes. “How about we try something different? Give you a little more time to heal before we—you know,” I say, gently pressing the head of my cock to her pubic bone.

I grin when I see the heat return to her gaze.

“Something different,” she says, eyes flicking to my cock. “I’m down for that.”

And then, before I know what she’s doing, she literally does go down.

She’s on her hands and knees now, crouching in front of me on the mattress while I stand. Leaning all her weight onto her left hand, she reaches for me with her right. I see stars when she uses that hand to guide my cock to her mouth.

She takes me in, inch by inch, working her tongue over my head with slow, sensual strokes. Need rips through me. I bury my fingers in her hair. It’s still warm from the sun.

Olivia looks up at me. Eyes wide. My dick in her mouth. Dark hair all over the place.

“Sweet girl,” I whisper, rolling my hips the tiniest bit.

Closing her eyes, she takes me deeper.

And then she sucks.

She sucks and she strokes and she drives me so fucking crazy I feel my orgasm coming, not twenty seconds into this thing.

I’m in her throat now, her soft palate pressing against my head. She moans, the vibrations sending shockwaves through my cock.

She’s good at this.

I gotta return the favor somehow.

Her legs are spreading wider now, opening her ass cheeks. I run a hand down the pretty slope of her back. Slowly, I curl my first two fingers between her cheeks, sliding them into her wetness from behind.

Olivia moans again, canting her hips to give me a better angle.

I go right for her clit, moving through her swollen, slippery folds with care. She starts bobbing her head when I circle my fingers where she wants me. She’s winding up tight, just like me.

She’s giving in. Being vulnerable.

Sucking me off with all that pent-up ardor I saw in her writing.

It does me in.

“Baby, I’m close,” I say through gritted teeth. I move my hand from her hair to her chin, tilting her up so that she looks at me. “Lemme come in your mouth.”

I let her know with my eyes that it’s a question. She’s the one calling the shots here. Always will be.

Some Neanderthal part of me just wants to mark her. Make her all mine. I hate the idea that she’s got this shithead ex back in New York. She said she’s not going back to him. But I’m still going to do everything I can to make sure she stays. I want to cross every line. Do all the wrong things the right way.

I just want to make her mine.

The blue in her eyes blazes.

In reply, she takes me even deeper, her tongue swirling soft and hot around me.

I roll my hips. Roll again, jerking a little this time. I feel my orgasm closing in on me.

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