Page 13 of Georgia On My Mind (Southern Promises)

Chapter Eight

Gia didn’t want to cave. She didn’t want to give herself up entirely to Hart on their first official date, especially learning the truth about what he had done. But there was something different about the way she felt when she was with this man—it was carnal and primitive, and she couldn’t hold back any longer. His hands gripped her lower back as if he were holding on for dear life, his kiss consuming her. Her fingertips tugged on his hair, and she couldn’t help but bend one of her long legs and bring it up, brushing against his outer thigh.

“I want you Gia. You gotta know that. I wasn’t expecting this, especially after telling you my story. Tell me to stop now…if you want me to.”

Hart’s voice was low and rumbling, his hot breath on her exposed neck causing her skin to prickle with goosebumps. She pulled back and licked her swollen lips, staring into his chocolate eyes. He took his index finger and gently swiped it across her forehead, moving her bangs to the side.

“Hold that thought,” she whispered. Quickly, she walked to the bank of lights by the front door and turned off the overhead fluorescents. They were in the dark for a second before she flicked the switch on another panel and a spotlight shown on a small disco ball that started to turn in the center of the ceiling. Subtle orbs of light showered the room, like stars falling across a dark sky.

The smile that blossomed across Hart’s face as he looked around the room with pleasure caused her heart to skip a beat. He was gorgeous. And he was flawed—a definite Southern playboy who had probably been with many, many women over the years. Was she willing to give herself up to his advances? He openly admitted that he had put himself into a self-induced time-out from the dating scene for several months. Was he genuinely attracted to her or was he just horny and ready to jump back on the flavor-of-the-month bandwagon? And did it matter? His flavor was tasting really good to her right now.

She approached the sound system and put in a random CD of classical music. The haunting melody of Rachmaninoff’s, Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini started to play, making her smile. It was utterly romantic and soft; the perfect choice to explore the Hart of Dixie. Slowly and intentionally, she approached him, the two of them standing in the center of the studio with the shower of light spinning around them. Hart reached his hand up to her cheek and pushed her hair over her ear, his hand lingering on the side of her head.

“This piece is beautiful. Like you,” he uttered.

Gia’s cheeks grew hot and she couldn’t help but smile. Boldly, she wrapped her arms around him and lay her head against his chest, listening to the faintest sound of his heart beating. His solid arms held her close, and she felt safe for the first time in years. He leaned down, and they kissed. At first, it was gentle and soft, his moist lips and tongue nipping and teasing her mouth. As their kissing intensified, they groped each other and moved across the floor to the ballet barre.

“Turn around,” Hart gruffly whispered.

She turned and placed her hands on the well-worn wood of the barre and stared at his reflection behind her in the wall of mirrors. His eyes were wide and dark, his hair tousled, as if he had just gotten out of bed.

“Look at yourself, Gia. You’re so beautiful and mysterious. I’ve never met anyone like you.”

Gia laughed. “I’ll bet you say that to all your dates.”

His brow furrowed as he leaned his chin on her shoulder. “Seriously. Look at yourself. You’re drop-dead gorgeous. Just watch.”

He wrapped one of his arms around her waist and pulled her snuggly against his body, his hardness obvious. Using his other hand, he tenderly caressed her tummy, making her shiver with desire. Slowly, his palm glided up to her breasts, his fingertips on the outside of her clothing sending electric shock waves throughout her body.

She gripped the barre and tensed, the sensation of a man’s hands on her something she hadn’t felt in a very long time. With wide eyes, she watched him as one hand squeezed her breast, and the other slithered its way down to her crotch and rubbed against the outside of her skirt. She inhaled sharply, her tingling insides making her shudder. Her head rolled back against his chest, and his lips softly dragged over the delicate skin of her neck.

The music changed to the upbeat Mozart, Piano Sonata in C, immediately bringing to mind visions of her tiniest ballet students scurrying across the floor. She couldn’t help but giggle.

“Am I tickling you?” Hart asked, smiling into her neck.

“No…it feels wonderful.” She reached up and ran one hand through his hair, rolling her neck as he continued to kiss and fondle her.

He stepped back and unzipped the back of her black skirt, his eyes locked in on hers in the reflection of the mirror. Breathless, she pulled her soft sweater up and over her head and stepped out of the skirt that pooled at her heeled feet on the floor.

“Keep your heels on,” he insisted. “And put both hands back on the barre.”

Her chest was rising and falling as she gripped the wood. Leaning his solid body against her, he ran his hands over her exposed skin.

“Spread your legs and bend over slightly,” he requested. His chest was rising and falling too as he quietly instructed her.

Slowly, she took two steps away from the barre, pushing against his noticeable bulge and bent over slightly, raising her butt in the air. Hart continued to run his hand around her waist down to her underwear, his curious fingers lifting the garment and sliding down to her soft mound. She whimpered as his index finger brushed her swollen clit, teasing her mercilessly while grinding his crotch against her ass.

“You feel…amazing,” he gasped. “Just look at how beautiful your reflection is.” He paused, and she watched him bite his lip sensually. “I want to watch you come undone in the mirror.”

She couldn’t help but look at herself, the image of her and Hart sexy and stimulating. Her body gyrated against his hand that was down her panties, his other grasping at her exposed breast, the strap of her bra hanging limply across her arm. The fast-moving piano piece and the swirling lights added to the roller-coaster ride that was her fast approaching orgasm. Before she could utter a word, Hart forcefully turned her around to face him and swiftly pulled down her panties as he dropped to his knees.

“Hold on,” he exhaled before gripping her buttocks with his hands and planting his face into her crotch.

“Oh, my god!” Gia gripped the barre and couldn’t help but spread her legs wide, the sensation of his lips and tongue teasing and pulling on her most sensitive area overwhelming. She inhaled quickly with her mouth wide open, and her head rolled back as she tensed and shut her eyes tightly. A warmth of moisture surged throughout her abdomen causing her to shudder uncontrollably.

“Hart!” she cried out, grasping the wooden barre and holding on for dear life.

His grip on her butt cheeks intensified as he tasted every ounce of her pleasure. Her head was swirling, and her body convulsed before she lost her hold on the barre. She could barely make out Hart standing swiftly and catching her as she collapsed into his arms. The lights continued to pulse, and she closed her eyes again, the piano music changing to something more subdued.

---