Southern Hotshot (North Carolina Highlands 2)

There’s a pull at my feet, like gravity is sucking me into the floor. My vision goes blurry at the edges. The room spins.

It stops. All that’s left inside is Emma and me, and this feeling that moves between us.

We’re lost.

We move together, giving and taking in equal measure. I roll my hips, and she bobs her head. We do this until I feel a familiar twist at the base of my spine.

“Baby.” I cup her face again, thumbing up her chin. “I wanna come inside you.”

Curling her tongue around me one last time, she slowly pulls back. Her saliva covers my cock and her swollen lips. It’s lewd and it’s beautiful, and I take a mental snapshot so I can remember her like this.

“I have condoms in my bag by the garage door,” she says. “I’ll go get a few.”

It’s wrong that I wonder why she’s got condoms and who she was planning to use them with. I know that. But I’m past knowing, I’m just feeling now, and what I feel for this woman is deep and raw and primal. The idea of her fucking someone else makes me burn with jealousy.

I do my best to shove it aside. Em and I can have that discussion later.

Right now, I need to be between her thighs, or I’m gonna die.

Bending down, I bring our joined hands to my lips and kiss hers. “I’ve got condoms in my bathroom. I think. I may have to do some digging—”

“My bag is close, and it’s a sure thing.” She squeezes my hand again. “Hurry.”

The fact that she’s as needy as I am has me darting for the back hallway.

It’s chillier over here away from the fire, and dark, but I don’t bother turning on the light. I make a beeline for the outline of her bag on the bench beside the door, unzipping it. I dig around inside. Something pokes the back of my hand—a heel? Thing’s a fucking weapon.

I dig blindly until I hear the crinkle of foil packets. Sleeve of Trojans in hand, I sprint back to the living room.

And nearly come right then and there when I see Em waiting for me on all fours. Light of the fire catching on the bare skin of her back, her ass toward me, knees together.

I stand, and I stare. I don’t know where her pants went, and I don’t care. Glancing over her shoulder, she shoots me a little grin and gets down on her forearms, making her back arch and her ass shoot straight up.

“Fuck,” I say, tearing a packet off the sleeve and opening it. “Not fair, Em.”

“I never promised to play fair.”

“Spread your knees.”

“Make me.”

“You want me to hurt you?”

Her grin fades. “I just want you to be with me.”

I roll the condom on with shaky hands.

Getting on my knees behind her, I lean down and press a kiss to the base of her spine. “I’m here, baby.”

I straighten, my cock brushing her hip. I cover her ass cheek with my hand. Then I use my thumb to pull her cheek aside, revealing just the tiniest sliver of her asshole and pussy. Pink. Wet.

I suck in a breath through my teeth.

“Em,” I whisper, gliding my middle finger through her folds. Back to front. She’s so wet and swollen I move easily, dipping two fingers inside her. “You’re so fucking right for me. You’re right.”

Her hips cant, rising into my touch, and she glances over her shoulder to meet my eyes. Hair loose and wavy. Her brow’s wrinkled, lips parted.

“Samuel,” she pants. “Please. Don’t stop. I need you.”

She’s hot and soft against my finger, and to be honest, I’m a little dizzy at the prospect of being allowed to have her this way.

She’s giving this to me.

She’s holding absolutely nothing back.

She’s also shaking. Tiny tremors that make her skin tremble beneath my touch.

“Hey.” Curling my arm around her waist, I use my knee to gently part her legs. “I’ve got you. I’m here.”

The lines of her throat work as she swallows. “I’m sorry. I don’t usually get like this. I just…”

“You need. I know.” I glide my fingers forward and circle her clit, whispering, “Thank you.”

“For what?” she whispers back, hips rolling. I move my hand up her belly and cup her breast, plucking at her nipple. She moans.

I replace the fingers of my other hand with the wide head of my cock. She moans. I say, “For letting your guard down with me. I’m honored. And inspired.”

Emma pauses, mid-roll. Her eyes say what her words cannot. That she’s happy and scared and so turned on it hurts.

I sink a little inside her, her pussy swallowing my crown. Seeing stars at how sweet she already feels.

Her breath catches, eyes squeezing shut.

I’m big. She’s small. This position is probably not the best call for our first time, but it’s what she wants. So I nudge her legs a little wider and grit my teeth and go slowly. I move my hand back to her clit, gently massaging her there while I sink inside her millimeter by millimeter.