Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers 3)

“Give that back.”

“No.”

“You can’t steal my phone in a desperate time of need.”

“Baby, don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”

She snaps her mouth shut. The silent treatment resumes, this time with her icy glare aimed at me.

My cock jerks at the fiery spirit, and I fight smiling outright. “Poppy, I know you’re fully aware of how my body reacts to almost everything about you. You slinging sass and getting pissy is no different.”

Her eyes grow wide when they drop to my pants. “You can’t be serious. I’m highly agitated and you’re aroused?”

Aroused? Fuck. My sweet Poppy is a trip. This time, my dick lurches. She doesn’t miss this either, a flush creeping up her neck. “Completely turned on.”

“Is that normal?” she asks, the irritation thawing.

“It’s never happened before. My guess is it’s the woman hurling the attitude.”

Her eyes come back to mine, and when she pulls her bottom lip through her teeth, that’s all it takes for me to go painfully hard.

“I need you to stop looking at me like that unless you want me to pull over.”

She slowly faces forward and continues to chew on her lip. I notice her twisting the ring around her middle finger. She does this often, but right now, she’s paying close attention to the center diamond.

“Do you remember that night in the club when I told you I’d done nothing like that before?” Her question is faint.

“I remember everything.”

“Well, it goes a little further than just being impulsive. My last date was a year ago.”

I drive into the garage, park near the elevators, and turn to her. My cock is no longer an issue as I try to figure out how the mood shifted so fast. “What’s running through your mind?”

This time, when she looks at me, her face is full of apprehension and nerves. “We didn’t hit it off and nothing came of it.”

“Thank fuck for that, but can we move on from you being on a date with another man?”

This earns me a small smile. “I don’t have a lot of practice in this, especially with a man like you.”

“Like me?”

“Ugh,” she groans, “I’m screwing this up.”

“Why don’t you spill what’s bothering you.”

“This differs from any other time in my life because it’s you. You’re not only the most handsome man I’ve ever seen; you’re also the full package. Kind, generous, sweet, attentive, brilliant, successful, and a thousand other wonderful traits. You’re also a man full of experience. Women probably fall at your feet offering a lot more than nights filled with kissing, yet you’ve been patient with me. We’ve been hanging out for days, but this is technically our first actual date, and I want the night to be perfect.”

Without a word, I’m out of the truck and at her door. She barely has time to grab her bag before I’m guiding her into the elevator.

“Let me show you something before you go into full freak-out mode.”

She grips my hand tightly through the lobby and up to our room. When we get inside, her body jars at the same time she gasps loudly. “How did you do this?”

A variety of dresses are laid out on the bed for her to choose from.

“I called in reinforcements.”

“Ryanne did this?”

“I called her this morning and shared my plans, asking for help. I left a key, and she brought over options for you.”

“You did this for me?”

I don’t have time to answer before she spins and leaps into my arms. Her lips crash to mine, her tongue diving inside. I grab her ass, hitching her tighter, and go to the sofa.

Her soft hands frame my face, holding me to her as she pours her appreciation into the kiss. I give over control until she rolls her hips, grinding hard, and moans down my throat. In a flash, I have her on her back, my fingers fisting her hair, and my mouth taking over.

She arches up, tangling her tongue around mine. It’s my turn to groan when her legs latch around my waist. Our mouths move urgently together, finding a rhythm. There’s a roaring in my ears and my brain shoots on all cylinders as she flexes her hips and thrusts upward, rubbing herself on my cock.

A deep hunger coils low in my stomach and blood scorches through my veins. Her muscles tighten, and she rocks up again, this time whimpering at the contact. The sound goes straight to my dick, which pulses with need.

Shut this down. My brain breaks through my haze and I tear my mouth away, dropping my face to her neck and nipping the skin lightly. “Jesus, fuck, Poppy. You make me lose my mind.”

Her heart races in beat with mine as her soft pants sound in my ear.

I kneel back, separating our bodies, and stare down at her. My heart rate picks up again, for a different reason this time. She’s staring back at me, her lips parted and slightly swollen, the flower pinned in her hair now crushed, and her hazel eyes bright and wild with their own need.