Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,62

on my way out. Her small hand is in mine as we walk out, and all eyes are all turned to us while we do it.

The driver is there waiting as soon as we walk out, and he opens the back door. I stand behind her to block her from all the visible eyes. Once the door is closed, I walk over and get into the car. This time, I unbutton my top button and loosen the tie. It’s not often I have to dress up and when I do it, I hate every single thing about it. I thought I would love it, thought that it would make me feel more important, but I was wrong. It just made me want to go home faster.

“What do you want to eat?” I ask her and she looks over at me and her eyes twinkle. I shake my head and try to calm my throbbing cock. I had to spend most of the night with one hand in my pocket to hide my salute. “I mean, food.”

“I mean, it’s technically considered meat.” She giggles. Leaning over, the driver takes a turn and she flies into my lap and she laughs.

“Darlin’,” I say, trying to get her up and somehow she is straddling me, her dress riding even higher up her long legs. My hands go to her hips and she grabs my face and devours me. Her kisses are all tongue as she grinds herself into me. This isn’t exactly how I thought it would happen. She lets go off my lips, and she bites her lower lip.

“You taste like whiskey,” she whispers, and my eyes travel down to her chest that is rising and falling. “And Casey.”

I laugh now as her hair falls in her face. “And what does Casey taste like?”

“Heaven,” she says and slams her mouth down on mine again. I can’t even say she’s wrong, but I’m not the one who tastes like heaven. It’s her; it’s all her. My hands get lost in her hair. I get lost in her, so lost I don’t notice the car stopping. It’s only when I hear the driver clear his throat do I let go of her.

“We’re here,” I say softly, and I don’t want to let her go.

“Promise me,” she says in a whisper and I want to say that I’ll promise her whatever she wants. “Promise me that we can finish this upstairs.”

Her eyes looking at me, and I look at her lips swollen from my kisses and the little red marks around her mouth from my scruff. “How much did you have to drink?”

“Enough to give me the courage to ask you to finish upstairs,” she says and then looks down. “Not enough to not remember every single moment.”

“Are you sure?” I ask, holding my breath waiting for her to answer. Hoping like fuck she hasn’t changed her mind.

“I haven’t been sure about a lot of things in my life,” she says, and her hands come to play with my tie. “But this?” She looks up at me. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

“Thank fuck,” I say, and in one move, I’m out the door and she’s on her feet. Her hand remains tucked in mine as I walk as fast as I can to the private elevator. The sound of her heels click on the marble floor, and when I look over my shoulder, I see she is almost running to keep up with me. But not only that, she’s stunning. Her smile is everything, and at the moment, I feel myself lost for her. I’m lost in her; I’m lost in everything that has to do with her and for the first time in my whole life I know what it feels like to love something so much it takes your breath away. I know what it feels like to want to protect something so much you’d give your life for it. For the first time in my whole life, my heart beats for another person, it beats along with hers.

When the elevator door closes behind her, I grab her and push her against the back of the elevator. “Casey,” she whispers my name, and my mouth crashes down on hers. Her tongue tastes like champagne and whiskey. I grab her hips and push into her so she can feel how ready I am for her.

She moans into my mouth and arches her back. “Darlin’,” I say as she lets go