Page 35 of Sweet Southern Heat

“Landon,” she greeted, a warm smile spreading across her face. “How can I help you?”

“I’m just looking for some flowers,” I began nervously then winced. Of course I was looking for flowers. I was in a damn flower shop, after all. “For a friend,” I added. It didn’t make me sound any less idiotic, but it was a nice try.

“A friend-friend or afriend?” she asked with a wink and suggestive emphasis on the last word.

“She’s more than a friend,” I admitted, shifting nervously from foot to foot. I didn’t want anyone knowing about Olivia and me yet, and stopping here to get flowers for someone would have the rumor mill buzzing. I glanced around the shop, looking for anyone who might overhear us.

“I have just the thing,” Rae Lynn said, and walked to the cooler. She pulled out a bouquet filled with pink and purple flowers with the occasional yellow bloom dotted throughout. It was perfect. Itfeltlike Olivia, all bright and cheery. I paid the bill and headed to Olivia’s house, stopping quickly to grab a bottle of wine.

My skin prickled, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as I pulled out of the parking lot. The sensation of being watched was overwhelming. I glanced in the rearview mirror to see if I was being followed, but the car directly behind me turned off on a side road. I didn’t notice any suspicious looking vehicles, although if someone was following me, it probably wouldn’t be in a sketchy looking, windowless white van.

Shaking off the feeling, I continued onto Olivia’s house, checking my rearview mirror occasionally. When I arrived, the nondescript sedan that had been behind me since the bridge drove past. The woman behind the wheel didn’t spare me a second glance, and I released a relieved sigh. I wasn’t being followed. I was just paranoid about someone finding out about me and Olivia and telling my brother before I could.

Pulling my phone from my pocket for the umpteenth time today, I checked our message thread again just to be sure Ihadn’t missed a text from Lyle. Every message I’d sent the past several days had gone unanswered. He hadn’t picked up the phone when I called. I’d contacted the jail and the hospital just to ensure something hadn’t happened to him. It appeared that he was simply ignoring me. It wasn’t unusual, but it still made me uneasy.

Climbing out of my truck, I grabbed the flowers and wine and slung my bag over my shoulder. Luckily, I’d planned to hit the gym after work, so I had a change of clothes with me. A shower was a must after working in the garage all day. I smelled like motor oil and sweat and had black streaks up my arms.

I held both offerings in my hand as I waited for Olivia to answer the door. She pulled it open with a smile, fully expecting me on the other side, but her expression morphed when she saw what I held. Her mouth fell open and she gasped in surprise when she took in the flowers. She reached for them, her eyes filled with delight.

“Landon,” she breathed, her eyes lifting to mine. “These are beautiful.”

“As are you,” I said and hooked my arm around her waist. I pulled her into me and pressed my lips to hers. “Hi,” I whispered when we finally broke apart.

“Hi yourself,” she replied breathily then led me inside. “I’ll put these in water,” she said, holding up the bouquet.

“Do you mind if I grab a shower? I came straight from work.”

“Not at all. You can use my bathroom. Towels are in the closet.” I thanked her and headed upstairs, half expecting her to join me. Needless to say, I was a little disappointed when I shut the water off and she hadn’t made an appearance. I slipped on my gym shorts and t-shirt before returning downstairs.

My disappointment was short-lived when I rounded the corner and found Olivia sitting on the kitchen island, her legs crossed demurely as she rested back on her elbows. She woreonly an apron and a pair of strappy high heels. My mouth went dry, and I swallowed as I tried to find my voice.

“You wanted to recreate the scene from the bakery,” she said, her voice sultry with a hint of teasing. Reaching her hand to the glass bowl beside her, she dipped a finger into the chocolate and brought it to her lips, sucking it clean as I stood motionless watching her.

“Mmm,” she moaned, and I snapped out of my trance. I was on her in a second, pulling her to my mouth roughly. Her kiss tasted like chocolate, and her skin smelled of vanilla.

“Dinner will be ready soon,” she said in playful warning.

“I don’t give a fuck about dinner,” I growled. “All I care about is dessert.” I yanked her to the edge of the counter, and she let out a surprised yelp. My head disappeared beneath her apron, and I kissed a trail up her leg. She moaned and wiggled beneath me as my mouth neared the apex of her thighs. With one hand, I released the ties behind her back and lifted the material to expose her breasts. Dipping the spoon into the sauce, I held it above her, letting some dribble onto her nipple before closing my mouth around it. She groaned, and her head fell back as I licked her clean.

She was panting by the time I released her, and my gaze landed on her glistening cunt. Her body was primed and ready for me, but I had more in store for her before I would take my own pleasure. Lifting the spoon from the bowl again, I held it above her slit. A small dollop dripped onto her clit, and she sucked in a breath. I leaned forward and swiped my tongue over it. The taste of her mixed with the chocolate was intoxicating. I sucked her into my mouth, and she cried out. Gripping her thighs, I hooked one leg over my shoulder and devoured her, bringing her to orgasm as she screamed my name.

Once she was sated and her body laid limp on the counter, I straightened and wiped the back of my hand across my mouth.I reached for her apron and attempted to pull it down over her body, but she slapped my hands away.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she proclaimed and lifted from the marble. Reaching behind her, she tugged at the strings tied at her neck, and the apron slipped from her body. She caught it before it could hit the floor and folded it into a small rectangle, her eyes never straying from mine. My breathing picked up, and my heart raced in anticipation.

She lowered herself in front of me and placed the apron beneath her knees. Her hands slid up my thighs slowly, and my dick strained against my gym shorts. There was no hiding how badly I wanted her. She reached for my waist band, but I grabbed her hand to stop her.

“Wait,” I commanded, and her gaze lifted to mine. “This won’t do.” She swallowed hard, and her crestfallen look felt like an arrow through my chest. My face softened, and I offered her a gentle smile in reassurance. “Don’t move.”

I hurried to the living room—as fast I could with a raging hard-on—and grabbed a throw pillow from the couch. My step faltered when I returned and saw what awaited me. Olivia was naked except for her heels, kneeling where I’d left her. She was so beautiful and sexier than any woman I’d ever seen. The sight stole the breath from my lungs.

I crouched in front of her and instructed her to lift slightly so I could remove the inadequately thin material from beneath her and replaced it with a pillow. Tangling my hands in her hair, I pulled her to me and captured her mouth with mine. I poured every ounce of longing I felt over the past few weeks in our kiss. We were both panting when I finally pulled away and stood.

This time, she went straight for it, tugging my shorts down my legs and letting my cock spring free. I reached for it, desperate for relief, but she swatted my hand away. She tutted, wagging her finger at me with a wicked gleam in her eye.

“This is all mine,” she said, curling her fingers around my shaft. I thought I might pass out as she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around the swollen head. She sucked me into her hot, wet mouth, and I had to grip the bar stool next to me to stay upright. She teased me with a few short bobs before taking me to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” I hissed through my teeth, feeling my release already beginning to build. She pulled back, nearly releasing me from her lips, and flicked her tongue over the tip before taking me in again. Her throat strained as she struggled to take my length.

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