Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(46)

She shifted her legs, but the way my knees were positioned on either side of her thighs, she couldn’t move them far before she got to the barrier.

“Ezra,” she hissed. “Move!”

I snickered, moving first one knee, and then the other.

The moment she was free, she widened her legs and then pointed at her clit with one finger. “Right there, Coach McDuff.”

I licked my lips, then dropped down onto my elbows, pressing my erection into the bed.

“Here?” I asked, kissing the inside of one thigh.

She shook her head, her eyes clearing up by the second. “No, here?”

She touched her clit again, and we both hissed.

“Here?” I moved closer, kissing the crease of her thigh.

“No,” she wailed, her hand going to my hair. “Do you need me to guide you?”

I grinned against the skin of her thigh and nodded my head. “Maybe, Ms. Crusie.”

She yanked on my hair, and I obediently looked up at her. “Will you follow the directions? Most don’t.”

I nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m good at following directions.”

That was a lie. I was totally a fly by the seat of my pants guy, but I’d tell her just about anything when she was in this mood.

I liked it when she was feisty.

“Okay,” she said. “But if you don’t listen, you’re going to need to do some serious ass kissing to get the points you’re losing back.”

“Oh, no,” I teased. “We can’t have that.”

She narrowed her eyes and pulled on my hair. “Up.”

I went up, nibbling my way to where she wanted me.

“Open your mouth,” she ordered.

I did.

“Stick out your tongue,” she continued.

I did that, too.

“Forward,” she instructed.

I moved forward, feeling my saliva gather in my mouth in anticipation of tasting her.

Her pussy was so pretty, and I could see the clear fluid gathering at her entrance, giving away her excitement.

I wanted to taste her everywhere, but for now, I’d play her game, doing what she wanted.

Though, what she was wanting definitely wasn’t displeasing.

In fact, I fuckin’ loved every second of it.

Her hands in my hair, her taste in my mouth? Yeah, there wasn’t anywhere else I would want to be but exactly where I was.

“Jesus,” she gasped. “Push it inside.”

I did, following her directions to the exact preciseness that I did all things in life.

There was no reason to half-ass anything.

I was never the type not to give it my all. That was why this thing with Raleigh was going so far, so fast.

I wanted her.

I’d always known what I wanted, and I trusted my gut.

My gut was telling me exactly what I should do—and that was take her and keep her.

Make her mine forever.

I wasn’t at the point where I’d propose, but I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I felt it was the right time.

“You’re not paying attention.” She yanked on the hair she had fisted in her hands. “Lick me!”

I liked this assertive, drunk Raleigh. I liked her a lot.

I made a mental note to get her drunk more often.

“Yes, ma’am,” I teased.

Then I did what I wanted, and she forgot that she was supposed to give instructions.

It was when I’d brought her nearly to the brink of orgasm and stopped that she finally realized I wasn’t doing as I was told. However, at that point, she was too far gone to care.

Before she had a chance to protest, I was yanking the rest of my clothes free and crawling up between her legs, thrusting inside. I gave her my full length without giving her a chance to adjust.

Which, in turn, had us both crying out. Her in surprise and pleasure, and me in such exquisite agony that I could barely find it in me to breathe.

Even though I’d had her regularly and had been masturbating on my own when she wasn’t around to give it to me, I was on the brink before I’d even gotten three thrusts into that tight body of hers.

Everything was just so hot and wet that I couldn’t function, let alone tell myself that it was too soon. That I hadn’t been going long enough yet for either of our best interests.

But then she started to ripple around me, and I started to spurt inside of her in reaction.

I couldn’t help it.

With Raleigh, she rendered me utterly useless when it came to making her mine.

“Fuck!” I snarled.

Or was it Raleigh?

I wasn’t sure, to be honest.

But in the end, I wasn’t sure that I really cared, because I was inside of her and everything in my life was fucking right.

For the first time in forever, I knew what I wanted out of life.

Her. Us. Me and her. Kids. Three. A house. Two cars. A white goddamn picket fence.

Everything all centered around her, though.

And as I looked into her eyes and saw the same feelings that I was currently feeling rising in my chest, I knew that we’d make this work.

I wasn’t going to ask her to marry me today…but I knew it’d happen.

Soon.

“I love you, Raleigh.”

She closed her eyes and smiled.