Southern Sinner (North Carolina Highlands 3)

“Make-up sex.” I grin. “Right.”

“Lemme throw together a playlist real quick.” He leaps to his feet and darts to the bed, grabbing his phone from where he threw it when we entered the bedroom. “Gimme a sec.”

After he’s done, I let him pull me to my feet and undress me, slowly, his mouth on my neck, my breasts. My belly.

I surrender. I’m scared as hell but going in anyway, because for the first time, I know I’m not going in alone.

Chapter Thirty

Hank

I hit a button on my phone, and “I’ll Make Love To You” by Boyz II Men spills out of the speakers in the ceiling.

Stevie, lying naked on my bed, bursts out laughing.

“For real.” I reach behind me and grab my sweatshirt by the collar, yanking it over my head. “I wanna make love to you.”

Her eyes go hazy as they rove over my bare chest.

Even hazier when I shuck off my sweats. Her gaze lands on my dick, and it throbs, swelling to the point of pain.

“You’ve already done that,” she replies.

“Not officially.” I step out of the sweats and climb onto the bed, the mattress dipping beneath my weight. I climb over her, my cock meeting with her belly as I plant my hands on either side of her head and lean in for a kiss.

Her lips and legs open to me, and I hike her leg over my forearm, then hike it higher still so it’s draped over my shoulder.

I inhale the scent of her skin and close my eyes against the dizziness that hits me head-on.

I’m still in shock that she showed up on my doorstep. She did it in true Stevie style: unannounced, at just the right time, in just the right way.

It was right because she meant it.

“We’ve done everything,” I murmur into her neck. “Everything but this.”

I notch myself at her entrance and slip inside her. No condom. No fuss. My dizziness increases at the tight, soft feel of her. How does she feel even better than before?

Maybe because I was holding back then. Maybe I did have a shred of self-preservation left, and I was trying to pump the brakes any way I could.

I can finally lose myself in her fully, and I do.

I kiss her mouth, and I move over her in deep, patient thrusts. Her body arches up to meet mine, and I sip the breathless sounds she makes as I run a hand up her side, gathering her breast in my hand. I swivel my hips. I move my hand to her pussy, and I play with her clit. She tightens around me, and the need for release coils in my core.

I break the kiss to catch my breath. Opening my eyes, I see her watching me. Her expression is soft, her mouth parted.

We watch each other rise to meet completion. Her body is soft and sweet beneath mine, tits bouncing as my hips increase their speed, seeking relief.

I tangle our fingers and bring her arm over her head, using it to gain leverage as I rock into her. Her body is laid out and stretched taut.

Beautiful.

So fucking beautiful. I worship every inch of her I can with eyes and hands and mouth, savoring her.

Boyz II Men turns off. I started the playlist kinda cheesy, but deep cuts come next.

Fiona Apple. David Grey. Alicia Keys.

She reaches down to play with her nipple, but I nose her fingers away, taking it in my mouth and giving it a slow, hard suck.

At the same time, I press my thumb to her clit, and Stevie cries out, her pussy spasming.

She grabs my chest and tucks her head into my neck, sinking her teeth into my throat as she rides out her orgasm. I feel needed. Capable.

Strong. Not because I made her come, but because she feels safe with me at her most vulnerable.

Everything inside me turns to mush. At the same time, my dick’s so hard I wanna scream. My hips jerk.

I’m about to pull out when she grabs my ass in her hands and urges me deeper inside her.

“Stay,” she whispers.

Heart bursting, I do as I’m told. I thrust one last time, and then I come, emptying myself inside her.

This time, I bury my head in her neck. This time, I cling to her, every pulse of my orgasm a riot of sensation I can’t handle on my own.

I clench my teeth and let the moment rip me apart. I’m a goner.

The riot subsides, a feeling like lightning rising in its place.

Lightning and exhaustion. It makes no sense, but here we are. Maybe now that Stevie’s back in my bed, I’ll finally be able to get some fucking sleep.

I raise my head and rest my brow against hers. She’s still breathing hard, skin sticky with sweat.

She’s finally warm.

“So,” I say, flipping open my laptop the next morning.