Southern Heartbreaker (Charleston Heat 4)

“Bedroom?”

Toeing off my tennis shoes, I pull her tank top out of the waistband of her shorts and take it off. She’s wearing this simple white bra that looks ridiculously sexy on her, the half moons of her breasts swelling over the tops of the satiny cups.

“Upstairs,” I say, my voice hoarse.

She shucks off her shoes and shorts. “I’m following you.”

We’re a flurry of falling clothes and bare limbs and loud, artless footfalls as we tumble up the stairs. She hangs a left but I grab her by the hip and guide her to the right into my bedroom, pressing a kiss to her bare neck.

She turns her head and throws me a grin. Flashing dark eyes, hair falling in her face, lips soft and swollen.

My heart turns over inside my chest. For a second I can’t breathe.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say. And tonight you’re all mine.

Tonight is all mine. The luxury of having that kind of time to do what I want with someone I want is not lost on me.

Her eyes flick over my naked chest. I’m in nothing but my boxers, tented with the biggest erection I think I’ve had. Ever.

“So are you.” She hooks her fingers in my waistband and pulls the boxers down. My dick juts out, painfully hard, and she bites her lip, tilting her head toward my king bed. “Lay down. Relax.”

I pull back the covers and do as she tells me, propping myself up against the pillows.

She’s just in her panties—white thong, fuck me—and bra. For several beats she lets me look at her while she stands a few steps from the bed, drinking in the curve of her waist, the strength of her thighs. The pretty lines of her neck and shoulders.

I can’t help it. Gotta touch myself.

I take my cock in my hand and give it a slow, gentle tug. Eva’s eyes go hazy.

“Nu-huh,” she says, digging her teeth into her bottom lip. “You let me do that. But first…” She reaches behind her. “Let me get more comfortable.”

Eyes on mine, she lets her bra fall to her feet. My eyes go to her tits. They are firm and pert, her dark nipples firming to pretty little points as I look and look and look. She reaches up and cups her breast, gathering the nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

She hisses. I growl.

“Eva,” I beg.

“Wait,” she says, taking a step forward. Then another.

She rounds the bend, hips swinging, one hand playing with her tit, the other sliding to her hip. She dips a thumb into the waistband of her thong and drags it back and forth. Back and forth.

Pacing in front of me. Teasing me.

Turning me on so bad I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from yelling.

“You want to see me?” she asks. “All of me?”

“Take it. Fucking. Off, Eva. Show me that pretty pussy. Right fucking now.”

Eva just grins, shaking her head. “I told you I’m in charge.”

“And I’m about to blow a load just looking at you. I’m dying here. For fuck’s sake, give me what I want.”

She stops at the foot of the bed. Slowly, using both hands, she slides the thong over the slope of her hips.

My mouth goes dry. A strip of dark pubic hair arrows down to sweet little lips.

I swallow, an audible sound.

“Show me,” I whisper.

I don’t need to explain. Eva reaches between her legs and uses her first two fingers to part herself. Showing me her bright pink inner folds. Already glistening.

I’ve got my cock in my hand again. She glides her middle finger into her center, and immediately her brow furrows, a muscle in her leg twitching.

She’s as turned on and needy as I am.

“I want you, E,” I manage. “I want you, I want you. I want you.”

Hand still between her legs, she puts a knee on the edge of the bed. Touches herself for another half a heartbeat, a low moan escaping her lips.

“Keep going,” I say.

Removing her hand, she shakes her head and climbs onto the bed. “Tonight is about you.”

Eva is on all fours, gliding one hand up the side of my leg as she inches toward me, settling onto her knees by my side. Bolting upright, I gather a breath through my teeth when her mouth lands on my stomach. Gently wrapping her hand around mine on my dick. She guides my grip up in a firm stroke, then straightens to kiss my mouth.

“I’ve got it from here,” she murmurs, using her tits to guide me back down onto the pillows. I love the feel of their hardened points against my chest. “Relax, Ford.”

She kisses her way down my neck, and I grit my teeth, using my hand to curl the wild mass of her hair over one shoulder.

“I’m not good at that,” I say.