Southern Secrets (Southern #7) - Natasha Madison Page 0,62

I watch her eyes as I fuck her, the sound of slapping skin and pants filling the room. Her eyes go from a light blue to a deeper blue, like the deep ends of the ocean, and I can get lost in those eyes every second of every day for the rest of my life. She closes her eyes and arches her back off the bed, and with my name on her lips, she lets go and comes all over my cock. I can’t even stop to enjoy it because I’m following her right off the edge. My cock buried deep in her, and with her name in a roar, I let myself go.

Her legs slowly slip off my shoulders, and I slowly fall onto her gently, burying my face in her neck as she wraps her arms and legs around me. I turn to my side, taking her with me, and her hand plays in my hair at the nape of my neck. "I can’t move," I admit. My cock is still buried in her.

"Then don’t," she says softly. "I like you here." I look up at her, and she kisses my nose. "I like you here a lot," she says. I wait a couple of minutes before I get off the bed, taking her with me. I wrap one hand around her waist, and she locks her legs behind me. "Where are we going?"

"Shower," I tell her, walking into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I’m getting out of the shower, dripping water everywhere as I run back into her bedroom to get a condom. Twenty-five minutes after that, I’m setting her on her bathroom counter, and I’m fucking her for the third time in an hour.

She leaves the bathroom before me, and when I walk out, she is under her covers. I stand here wondering if I should go to my room or join her. Her eyes open when she must feel me staring at her. "What are you doing?" She gets up on her elbow.

"I was going to go to bed," I say, and she tilts her head to the side.

"Well, then get into bed." She moves over, leaving me the open spot for me to get into bed. When I pull back the cover and see her naked, my cock twitches. I can’t get enough of her.

I get into bed with her, my hand coming out and pulling her to me. She throws her leg over my hip, tilting her head up to kiss my neck. "You don’t have any marks on you." She rubs her nose on my jaw. "And I have ten." I laugh. She had three when she got into the shower, and then she had six when she got out, and then she got four more on the counter.

"Where would you put it?" I ask. "Keep in mind that I take off my shirt during the day when I’m working with your family," I remind her, and she groans.

"Buzzkill," she says, making me laugh even more. My mouth touches hers, and we kiss, her tongue coming out to play with mine. It’s only a matter of time before I’m sliding into her again. When I finally close my eyes, the sun is coming out.

I hear a phone ringing, and when I open my eyes, all I see is blond hair. "I’m breaking that phone," she says from on top of me. Her head is on my shoulder, her legs thrown over my hips, and her arm is wrapped around my waist. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. "Why is it still ringing?" she groans.

"I can’t move and get to my phone," I say, and she leans over the bed, grabbing the phone out of my jeans and turning off the alarm and then tossing it on the side table.

"If it goes off again, I’m running it over with my truck," she says, getting back onto my chest and the position she was in when she woke up. I laugh. "It’s not funny."

"We have to get up," I say, turning her to the side and kissing her neck softly. "It’s after eleven."

"We just went to bed," she moans when I take a nipple into my mouth, and I don’t know if it’s because I’m waking her up or she’s happy with my mouth. "I need sleep," she says, rolling onto her back.

"You sleep," I say. "I’m going to eat some breakfast." I kiss down her body until I find her pussy.