Page 51 of Sweet Southern Heat

I laid her on her bed and tore off my shirt. I was ready to feast and planned to make a mess of her. Gliding my hands slowly up her thighs, I watched as her chest heaved, her ragged breaths revealing her excitement.

I hooked my fingers in the thin straps at her hips and tugged. She lifted her ass and shimmied, her movements fueled by a ravenous impatience. I leaned in and pressed a kiss to her mouth, sliding my hand beneath her skirt. It inched higher until I reached the apex of her thighs, and I brushed a single finger over her slit. It was slick with her arousal. My cock strained against my zipper.

“It looks like your needy little cunt is just as eager for my mouth as I am to taste you.” I plunged a finger inside her and curled it forward.

“Ah,” she groaned, and her legs fell open. Slipping the fingers of my free hand beneath the straps of her dress, I slid them down her shoulders one by one and pulled the front down, exposing her lace-covered breasts. I yanked at the cups, freeing the soft globes from their confines. Her nipples peaked, and I bent to draw one into my mouth. Her hands went to my hair, and she clutched me to her as I circled it with my tongue.

“More,” she panted. I moved to the other breast, cupping it as I flicked my tongue over the rosy tip. A second finger joined the first inside her, and she let out a soft mewl.

“Landon.” My name on her lips was a plea, and I was prepared to give her exactly what she was asking for. I dropped one final kiss to her mouth before I moved down her body, settling my shoulders between her thighs. Her pussy glistened, and I leaned in for a taste, no longer able to resist the temptation.

She arched off the bed at the first swipe of my tongue. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, and I grinned wickedly as she squirmed beneath me. Her fingers tangled in my hair, and I growled, spurred on by her enthusiasm. I circled her clit, applying the exact amount of pressure she craved. She bucked against me when I drew the swollen bud into my mouth and sucked with gentle pulses before releasing her. Her ankles dug into my flanks, and she tightened her grip on my hair. She was close. It only took a few more flicks of my tongue before she arched off the bed, and her entire body shook with the intensity of her orgasm.

I crawled over her, peppering kisses over her flushed skin until I reached her lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. My cock strained against my zipper, and I flexed my hips, letting her know how desperately I needed her.

Her gaze heated as I yanked her dress down her body and tossed it over my shoulder. Her bra was next, and soon she lay before me, completely bare.

Standing, I hastily removed my shorts, and my boxer briefs followedquickly after. I bent to retrieve a condom from my pocket and brought the foil square to my mouth, fully prepared to rip it open with my teeth.

“Wait,” she said, and I lifted my gaze to her. My stomach sank as she watched me with trepidation, her lower lip trapped between her teeth. Did she not want to have sex with me? Fuck, had I damaged our relationship to the point where she didn’t fully trust me with her body?

“I-I’m on birth control, and…” She glanced away, her words trailing off. She took a moment to gather herself, and I remained silent. Finally, she returned her gaze to me, and the heat in the amber depths made my stomach tighten with need.

Olivia rose to her knees and crawled across the bed, resting back on her heels when she reached me. Her gloriously nakedbody was on full display, and watching her crawl to me did something inexplicable to my insides. It made me feral and want to push her down onto the bed and have my way with her. But I refrained, curious to see what her next move was.

“I haven’t been with anybody else in a long time. I’ve been tested since my last partner.” She brought a shaky hand to my chest and slid it over my shoulder. My pulse thundered in my chest.

Is she saying what I think she’s saying?

“I don’t want there to be any barriers between us,” she said finally, and I nearly wept. I wanted so badly to slide into her tight heat and feelallof her.

“I’m clean,” I assured her. Hell, I’d pull up the results of my last test on my phone if she wanted proof. I just wanted to feel her, to have that connection I’d never shared with anyone else.

She brought her hand to my face and cupped my cheek. Her eyes stared into mine and said the one thing I never expected to hear from her again.

“Make love to me, Landon.”

Chapter 45

Olivia

Landon’s eyes fell closed,and he leaned into my touch. When they opened again, they burned with desire. He wrapped an arm around my waist and lowered me to the mattress. His hips settled between my legs, and I felt the hard length of him press against me. Air hissed through his teeth as his erection met my slick center. He rocked forward, gliding his cock over my wetness.

“Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside you. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me with nothing between us,” he confessed, his face tense with the effort of his restraint.

“What are you waiting for?” I asked breathlessly. His hips surged forward, and his cock slid against my sensitive flesh again. He did it a few more times, spreading my slickness around before notching himself at my entrance. He held my gaze as he pressed forward, one hand braced beside my head.

He dipped his head and gently brushed his lips over mine before pulling back. His eyes searched mine, and I held onto him as he entered me in one tortuously long stroke. I expected him to begin thrusting once he was fully seated inside me, but he didn’t move. He held my gaze for a long moment, affection shining inhis eyes. When he spoke again, his voice trembled, and my pulse fluttered in my chest.

“I love you, Olivia. I choose you. And I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never have to doubt that again.”

Emotion clogged my throat, and I held back a sob. Tears pricked the backs of my eyes, but I blinked them away. My breath hitched as he rocked into me, and my chest constricted. He gazed down at me with unmasked adoration.

“I love you too.” The truth of my confession slammed into me. I wasn’t falling for this man like I’d claimed on the Ferris wheel. I was already in love with him. His very existence was etched into my soul, and I would never be able to erase the mark he left on my heart. And I never wanted to.

His eyes pinched closed, and he dropped his forehead to mine.

“Olivia,” he groaned, his hand lifting to cup my face. “You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted to hear you say that.” He pressed his lips to mine and began to thrust. I opened to him, and his tongue invaded my mouth. He poured every ounce of longing into our kiss as he picked up his pace. Every sensation was heightened, and the feel of his bare cock inside me brought me closer to release.

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