Southern Comfort (Southern 2) - Page 57

“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 of my lips and moves down to my neck, biting me and then sucking in. The elevator pings, and I pick her up. Her dress hikes up so far that it’s only covering her ass as she wraps her long legs around my waist. I walk to the door, one hand around her waist, the other looking for the fucking key. I finally get it open, and I shut the door with my foot and then press her frantically against the wall. Her tongue slides into my mouth as her fingers fuss with the tie around my neck. I leave her mouth and I move my mouth down to her neck biting her exactly where I know her heart beats. I suck it right after I bite it and her head hits the wall and I look up and see her eyes are closed.

“Stay with me,” I say, and I move down to the top of her dress. I kiss her, and as I trail kisses down, I move her dress lower and lower until her nipple comes out, and I take the little pink pebble into my mouth. She moans out now as I press her deeper into the wall, my cock aligned right over her covered pussy.

“Casey,” she says as her hands now go into my hair, and she holds on to me as I move from one nipple to the other. I let go of the other nipple, and I look down at her. Her dress is pushed down and her nipples are now out and glistening with the wetness of my mouth. Her back arches, and she tries to press into my cock as she moves her hips. “Casey,” she says, and this time, her eyes flutter open and she looks at me. Her eyes are filled with lust, I peel her from the wall and walk into the living room.

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