Southern Player (Charleston Heat 2)

I rest my forehead on hers. Same as ours will be.

Tightening my ab muscles, I slowly straighten my legs, sliding back on my knees. I’m still between Gracie’s legs, so as I go down, I melt my groin into hers.

I cover her with my body. So much skin and warmth and closeness.

It’s sweet. Everything feels sweeter tonight.

I lick her lips. Open them. Lick inside.

She moans, her hands gliding up my sides. Then clinging. Nails biting into my skin.

I start to roll my body. Leading with my shoulders. My dick is trapped between us, head nestled against her belly button. I lift my hips, then swivel them. Working myself down. She moans into my mouth, her knees curling around my hips. Spreading her wider.

“We using condoms?” I kiss her mouth, hot and quick. “Or you gonna let me do this bare?”

I always use condoms. Without question. Don’t want my dick falling off.

But with Gracie—I hate the idea of anything separating us. There’s a commitment in raw. A promise. That you can trust each other.

That there’s no one else.

I want this to be my last first time. My every time from here on out.

I want this to be the memory we have of our first time. A good memory we can go back to when things get hard. Because they will.

Tonight showed me they will.

Her eyes move between mine. The brown liquid with warmth and want.

“I’m—it’s safe. Without one. Unless you want—”

“I don’t.”

I duck my head. Trailing my nose along her jaw, I put my lips on the underside. Her skin is smooth and soft. I can taste her perfume here.

Shimmying my hips, my cock slips between her legs. My shaft comes into contact with her slick heat first. Making sparks break out at the base of my spine.

“Oh,” she says, eyes fluttering shut. She tilts her pelvis, and now my head is pressed against her pussy. Nothing between us. Raw as fuck. “Luke. Sweetheart.”

First time she’s ever called me something like that.

It makes my chest hurt.

“Yeah?” I breathe.

I don’t know how or why or when. But her hand is on the small of my back. She glides it up toward my shoulder blade, sweet and slow, nails trailing ribbons of sensation along my skin.

“I love the feel of you,” she says.

Aw, shit.

My mind skips forward four steps. I see myself sinking inside her, I see me reaching down and playing with her clit while I thrust and I thrust, deep, just how she needs it. She comes, clamping down on me. Moaning my name.

I see myself telling her I love her.

I won’t. Not tonight. Not when there’s a chance it’s coming from a place I’m not proud of.

But the idea is there.

The desire to tell her is there.

I give her more of what she loves instead. Resting my weight on my good arm, I reach down and take my dick in my hand.

“Stay with me,” I say.

Grace opens her eyes. They’re clear. And kind.

I’m gonna break.

She’s gonna break me.

Nudging my nose against her cheek, I draw myself up her slit.

Her breath catches. Head falling back as I touch my head to her clit.

A tremble moves through her legs. Her gaze, though, never wavers. Her brows just come together, like she’s hurting. Holding back.

Scared, but showing me anyway.

I drag my cock down a little. Notch myself at her entrance. She makes a noise—a plea, a moan—when I set my other elbow down, inadvertently pressing into her a little.

“Okay?”

“I’m—I’m…”

I kiss her mouth. She feels tight tight tight and so fucking soft around me already. I could stay right here and come, no problem.

“What?”

She closes her eyes. Her mouth still on mine but not kissing me back.

“Baby.” I kiss her forehead. I’m shaking with the effort to keep still. To stay where I am and not sink into her. “You need to let me know you’re okay before I go any further.”

When her eyes open, they’re wet.

Really wet.

“This is just exactly how I wanted it to be,” she whispers. “This is a dream.”

I feel the blare of my pulse. My cock’s insistent, needy throb.

Her joy.

Everything else falls away. Can’t even grab at things I worry about—that’s how quickly they retreat.

This.

This is all there is.

“Gracie, you’ve always been my dream,” I say, searching her eyes. Seeing everything I need there.

I press forward. She’s narrow enough that I have to flex my ass muscles to sink inside her.

Her eyes flutter shut, like she wants to look away, but then she opens them again. Breathing as we watch each other watch each other.

Good.

So.

Fucking. Good.

A familiar tightening in my groin. An unfamiliar one in my chest.

I wanna fall apart. I feel it coming. But she needs me to keep it together. She’s already lost. We already got her there.

So I kiss the tip of her nose. Her chin. The hollow beneath her ear. I surround her as best I can, I curl my hips forward until I’m sunk to the hilt.