Southern Secrets (Southern #7) - Natasha Madison Page 0,59

my shirt in his fists. My own hands move to his shirt. Pulling it up, I put my hand on his skin. Every time I’ve kissed him this week, I’ve wanted to run my hands all over him. I’ve wanted to have him on top of me and feel his skin on mine. He moves his head to the left and then to the right, each time trying to deepen the kiss. I rake my nails up his back, and he groans. My mouth swallows his groan as his hand moves up my side and cups my tit. I let go of his mouth to take in the sensation of him. "Baby," he whispers. Attacking my neck, he pushes me harder into the door. His cock presses right on my stomach, and I move on my tippy-toes to have him angle right where I need him to be.

I press into him, and before you know it, he has me picked up, my legs going around his waist. I pull his shirt up. "I want to feel you," I say as he moves to give me access to take his shirt off. I bend down and kiss his chest. I cross my arms and pull my shirt over my head, leaving me with nothing but my black bra. His eyes turn from a deep brown to almost black. "I want to feel your skin on mine," I admit.

"Anything," he says. Bringing his mouth to my neck, he sucks in and bites down just a touch, and the sensation goes through my body all the way to the end of my toes. He comes back to my mouth, my mouth opening for him and my hands go up by my head, my knuckles hitting the door. His mouth leaves mine, and my eyes slowly open to see him go to my neck. I move my head to the side, giving him as much access as he wants. His kisses trail toward my collarbone, and the black bra strap slides down. His tongue comes out as he trails it to the swell of my breast. "Perfection," he says, pushing his hips into me while his hands cup both my tits. "Fucking perfect," he says, pushing the cups down. "And fucking mine." He bends to take a nipple into his mouth. My back arches and my hips move up and down on their own. He moves from the right nipple to the left, biting down and then sucking in. His thumb and index finger rolling the nipple he just left. "Right here," he says, sucking the area right next to my nipple into his mouth. He lets go of it and looks down at the red mark. "Mine."

He wraps his arm around my waist, turning and walking back toward my bedroom. "I want you spread out and open for me," he whispers in my ear right before he puts me down. He squats down in front of me, kissing my stomach while he unties his shirt from around my waist. "I have so many things I’m going to do with these legs." He drags his fingers from my calves all the way up, making me shiver with his touch. "First," he says, his tongue coming out as he licks my stomach, "I want them wrapped around my head." He unbuttons my belt in one motion. "Then I want them …" He unbuttons the button to the jean shorts, and I know they will fall to the floor because they are so big on me. The sound of the zipper joins the sound of my panting. "Around my hips," he says, and the shorts fall to a puddle around my feet. "Fuck," he says, looking at me standing here in my black lace thong. Okay, fine, thong is being generous. It’s more of a string with a little triangle.

"When I put these on tonight," I say, and he looks up at me. My hand goes in his hair. "I was hoping that the night would end like this.”

His hand goes to the string on the side as his face goes to my pussy. He sucks in, and I can feel the wetness from his mouth meeting my own wetness. I pull his hair, and his hand snaps my thong off. He uses his tongue to lick my slit, and the sound he makes has my knees trembling. It’s almost a roar.

"Sit on the bed at the edge and spread your legs for me.” He doesn’t