Page 41 of Sweet Southern Memories

“But as I pulled up out front and looked up to find the light still on upstairs, I decided to take a chance. Channeling the younger me, the one who loved the way you looked at me, just the two of us, in the cab of your truck. All the times you’d pull me close, kissing me like I was the only girl?—”

“You are,” I interrupt making her smile widen.

“You always made me feel like I was.” She starts to untie her coat, letting it gape open. “I want to have those feeling again. I want to forget about all the bad.”

My gaze drops to where her jacket now hangs open. The space between her breasts calls to me as she opens it further. Suddenly there she is in pink lace panties and a matching bra, with the coat barely draping on to her shoulders.

“Zoey.” Her name falls from my lips in awe as I take her in. She is incredible, always has been. The curve of her waist, her perky tits, and those killer thighs that immediately bring back memories of the many times they were wrapped firmly around my waist.

“I’m not the same,” she starts to shy away, but I stop her.

Pushing the coat off her shoulder, I glide my hand over her side, to grip her hip and pull her body to mine.

“You are perfect,” my body trembles with need. “So beautiful,” there are no words. Or at least no right words to explain how I am feeling.

Reaching around her I lock the door then start walking backwards toward the stairs taking her with me. I cup the sideof her face with my hand, bringing her closer. “I want you,” I confess, “I’ve never stopped wanting you.”

Turning her around, to where her back is to the wall I move in and press my mouth to hers. The familiar whimper escapes her when I drag my tongue along her lips and I smile into our kiss. She’s always done that, always vocalized her pleasure. I loved it then and I fucking love it now.

The jacket that had been barely hanging on pools at our feet as I pin her to the wall behind her. Using the weight of my body to hold her there I lower my hands and begin to explore. Every curve, and contour of her body drives me deeper into the pits of need, my control slipping as I fight to hold on.

It’s been so long, so many times I’ve dreamt of her. The years of longing to feel her again and here we are.

“I’m never letting you go,” I practically growl the words and she squeezes my shoulders, her nails biting into my skin. “Do you hear me,” she nods, “never.”

I grip her waist and lift, as she wraps her legs around my hips. Together we climb the stairs, stealing a kiss or two before reaching the top.

The space is small, which I’m thankful as we reach the bed and I lower her to the mattress.

It’s like the many dreams I’ve had as her creamy skin contrasts against the dark sheets of my unmade bed. I watch in awe as Zoey glides her palms over the soft material before moving herself up higher so her feet aren’t hanging of the end.

I remain where I am, taking her in, before she parts her legs and I am instantly lost.

Climbing up the mattress, I lower my body over hers, and she reaches up, grabbing hold of my neck and pulling me closer. Our mouths crash in a heated kiss as my body fits perfectly between her thighs. Thrusting my hips forward she gasps when my hardness pushes against her. I don’t remember ever being this turned on. I am shaking, my heart racing, as I fist the sheets at each side of her head.

“Damn,” I growl when her hand snakes between us and she rubs me over my shorts.

I kiss her along the side of her neck, then move lower, tasting her as I travel further.

“Yes,” Zoey sighs when my lips move along her chest, dragging my tongue over the space between her breasts. Hooking my finger under the side of her bra, I pull it over and her hard nipple peeks out beneath the lace. When I flick it with the tip of my tongue and suck her back arches off the bed. “Jay…” She’s panting my name as her fingers comb through my hair and she holds me in place.

Switching sides, I do the same before continuing lower, kissing over her stomach.

Tracing along the waistband of her panties, I dip just beneath the elastic and again she shifts beneath me.

Memories again flood my mind. Zoey knows what she likes, and she still isn’t shy about it. She combs her fingers through my hair, only this time her grip tightens and the sting it triggers makes me groan. Then she gives a little push and I smile against her, as I hook the lace and drag it lower. Along her thighs she lifts one leg and then the other as I toss them to the floor.

Fucking incredible, I dip my chin, and tease her with the tip of my tongue. She whimpers, and I apply a little more pressure, her taste coating my tongue.

“Jay,” again she pants my name, as I look up to see her back arching, her head tilted to the side, her lips parted.

“Yes?” I pause, my mouth hovering above her and I wait for her to look at me. “Is this what you want?” I ask when her eyes lock on my own. She nods, and I drag my tongue over her wetness once again. I place my hands on her thighs, applying just enough pressure to make her part them further. Tracing over her inner thighs with my thumbs, I nuzzle her, sucking on her clit. Something inside of her ignites and her grip on my hair tightens. The burn is amazing.

Moving my hand closer, I push a finger inside of her and instantly she begins to shift her hips, riding it out.

Needy, and so responsive.

twenty-six

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