Page 29 of Heart of Dixie
I only needed to loosen one string and my swim shorts hit the water around my knees. “Problem solved.” Her quick whimper was soft, but I heard it.
With her dress unbuttoned to her waist and her eyes plastered to my chest—and my semi-hard cock—she lowered the narrow straps from her shoulders one at a time until the filmy fabric hung from the curve of her hips. Her breasts overflowed the cups of her bra. Her skin was flushed, a delectable shade of pink that she couldn’t blame on the heat of the sun. My erection grew until it throbbed against my lower abdomen. I kicked my shorts away and took a step toward shore. “Good girl. Now the skirt, Dixie.”
We weren’t kids any longer. Not teenagers to fumble in the dark. We both knew where we were headed, the pleasure to be found in each other, and she seemed as eager to get there as I was. She dragged her eyes upward until they locked on mine, the chocolate of them gone to glittering coal. Her lips were parted, her breathing labored. Her dress landed on the grass.Sweet Jesus.Red satin panties matched the barely-there bra that strained to hold all of her. She reached behind her to unhook it.
“No!”Her eyes widened and darted to meet my steady gaze. “Leave that on.” Loving on her breasts as I uncovered them was a pleasure I chose to savor. I took another step toward her, over the gravelly creek bed and toward the wide, sandy bank where a colorful blanket was still laid out from our earlier picnic lunch—and held out my hand. “Come here, princess.”
17
Deke
Afew uncertain steps down the shallow grassy incline had those bare fingers of hers locked in mine, her warm eyes open and curious as I stood bare ass naked before her on the warm sand. I lifted one hand, rubbed the back of my fingers over the softened skin covering her cheekbone. She leaned into it before I trailed my fingertips down her neck. “Will Miss Kitty survive if you don’t get her food to her right away?”
Her eyes were dark and vague. “Mmm. Miss Kitty?” She shook her other hand free and the flats of her palms found my pecs, then wandered lower over my abs, and I could have French kissed Shane for shaming me into joining him at the gym.
I chuckled and kept my hand busy at the gentle slope of her shoulder, down the length of her arm to the feminine indent of her waist. “That’s what I thought. She’ll be fine.” I lowered one bra strap and put my lips to her shoulder. “We don’t have to swim, Dixie.”
Her head went back even as her hands continued to roam and found my ass. I clenched and her hands smoothed over the tightened globes until I let them relax. “Swim?”
Jesus, her hands felt good on my skin. “Mmm hmm. Are you hot? Do you want to get wet?” I lowered the other strap, let it dangle as I nuzzled across the tops of her breasts on my way to her other shoulder. “Or would you rather go inside, find some other way—”
“Wet? Oh, God, yes, I’m wet.” She pushed her fingers into my hair, grabbed my head and pressed my mouth to her breast. No complaint from me. My lips surrounded the firm flesh through the airy red silk and sucked until it was soaked through.
Heaven.
Her hands lifted from my scalp and with no fucking warning at all she had one palm wrapping my dick, my balls encased in the other. My knees went weak. “Jesus fucking Christ, Dixie.” The words roared in my head, but tore from my throat in a raspy whisper. My heart thundered against my chest. No doubt, Dixie was used to a plush mattress and satin sheets. How would she feel if I pulled her down, rolled her around in the grass and made her feel as good as I did with her hand gently working me?
She removed her hands and relief blew out on a sigh. One of us would need a clear head to locate a condom if we were taking this party horizontal. Then she rubbed her barely-there panties against my crotch, and reason wanted to flee.
Desperation gathered in a knot and unwound like a spring. My gaze swept the area around us. My shorts were snagged on a rock protruding from the shallow water. They’d either stay there or I’d shop for a new pair. The house was so far away—the studio only slightly closer. Dixie’s clothes and bags were scattered on the lawn. It was a long shot, but . . . “Dixie, what are the chances you have what we need in that big-ass handbag of yours?”
Her eyes shot that way and a grin lit her face. She untangled herself from me and was already headed that way. “I wasn’t sure which to buy, so there’s a variety. You should have seen the prune face Mrs. Marshall gave me.” She returned with her purse and tossed a handful of boxes onto the picnic blanket. Dixie Barnes may be accustomed to a plush mattress and satin sheets, but today my girl was satisfied with a cushion of sand and a blanket of sunlight. I lowered her to it.
We had been working our way to this moment for days. To the lushness of Dixie’s lips beneath mine as I stretched her out on the blanket, to the butterfly smoothness of her cheek beneath my knuckles, to the strength of her calves as she wrapped them around my thighs and held on. I stretched her arms over her head and trailed my fingertips down the satiny inner skin until I reached her chest and then cupped her breasts over the pretty red lace.
“This is nice, Dixie. You could be a model in one of those flyers that clogs my mailbox.” She arched her back and I reached behind her to unclasp her bra. I flung it away and lowered my mouth to her breast.
“Oh, dear God, Deke, that feels good. Suck harder . . . I think it landed in the water.”
My brain was exploding with sensation. Dixie’s firm breast filling my hand and my mouth. Her tight nipple coarse against my tongue. “Water?”Oh, her bra.I peered over my shoulder toward the edge of the creek. “Fuck, princess, I’ll buy you one in every color.”
She chuckled and the vibration shot straight to my cock. “Shut up, Deke. I want to see you do the same thing with my panties.”
“A dare? My girl wants to challenge my strength in the panty toss?” She giggled and my dick throbbed against the smoothness of her belly. I lowered myself down her body and rocked myhips into the heat of her. She bucked upwards against me. The panties had to go. I peeled them off and pitched them over my shoulder.
She followed their arc until they landed in the grass. “Oh, Deke, not even close.”
I held my dick and gave it a quick jack. It wept with precum. “Beg to differ, princess. I’m fucking close to exploding.”
Dixie’s lips parted and her chest heaved with her rough breath. “Grab a condom. Now, Deke.” I didn’t have to be told twice. I lunged for the nearest box and ripped into it, then tore open a wrapper and sheathed myself. Her feet hit the ground on either side of my hips, and her hand wrapped around me and squeezed.Fuck me!
I reared back on my knees as she glided me back and forth through her heat, teasing us both. Her entry was open to me, swollen and slick. “You ready for this, princess?”
She gasped for breath. “Dammit, Deke, I need you in me.”
I bumped my hips forward and gave her a taste of the tip. “You mean like this?”
She growled—deep in her throat and low. “Give it all to me, Deke!”
