Page 14 of Country Charm

Pulling back and catching my breath, my face is just inches from his. His ocean eyes are staring into mine. I look down to his lips and spot that pesky piece of lettuce. I let out a small giggle and reach up to grab it.

His eyes widen and he looks at what’s between my fingers.

“Was that what you were reaching for?” He blushes, and I find it surprisingly endearing.

“It was, but I liked where you went with that.”

I flick the lettuce off my fingers and run my hands through his messy hair, pulling his face back to mine. I trace my tongue around his lips, and I feel him shudder beneath me. I feel the confidence from his reaction wash over me. I want him to react to me; I like that he’s into me being on top and taking control.

I slide my tongue into his mouth, and he groans, putting both hands on my hips. He pulls me down deep onto him and I mix my moan into the rhythm of our kiss. His hands slide up my hips, underneath my shirt, and encircle my waist. It makes me feel tiny but fierce. I make a small noise to let him know I like it and want him to keep moving forward. He instead drops one of his hands. I sigh disappointedly, but only for a second.

Hunter slides that free hand under my ass and flips me in the blink of an eye so I’m lying on the couch below him. A quick small squeak escapes me, and I see his bright smile quickly light up the room.

He brings his lips back down to mine and moves his hand from my ass to the arm of the couch behind my head. He braces his weight there and pushes his hips into the juncture between my thighs. Not missing a beat, he slides his hand up from my waist to my cotton-covered breast. I wish I had worn a cuter bra, but I don’t tend to dress up for a night at the bar with one of the girls.

The air in the room is thick and the energy is damn near searing. I don’t think I’ve ever had such a hot make-out session. Those small-town girls are idiots for letting this Casanova slip through their fingers. His hips and that enticing ridge press into me, searching. Once his jean-clad erection lines up with my clit I shudder, and he smiles into our kiss.How is he so coordinated?His tongue is still mingling with mine, while his hand expertly massages my breast, and his hips are keeping rhythm.

I’m feeling out of my league and overstimulated, but not in a bad way. He deepens the pressure at his hips, and I feel a hot energy burning inside me. This buildup has been one of a lifetime and I can feel my tongue growing lazy because I’m starting to pant.

My hands have been secured around his neck but I start to pull at his hair, making him growl. The sounds in the room are only his and mine. Mine are growing more erratic as he pushes harder and deeper.

I start to feel myself beginning to reach that peak, and he’s catching the cue. He slides his hand under my bra to play with my pebbled nipple. In contrast to his hips and mouth taking a forceful claim on my body, his fingers dance across the skin of my breast softly. I moan loudly into his mouth, pushing my hips hard into him, and jump off the cliff into my climax. He smiles as he backs away, his eyes reverently exploring the details of my face.

I sigh and gaze into his eyes, seeing a wicked yet sweet look.

Chapter Ten

Hunter

She looks amazing. Her neck and cheeks are flushed. Her eyes are glazed with satisfaction. Placing a gentle kiss on her swollen lips, I push myself off her. Standing for a moment, I grab both her legs and then return to sitting on the couch, draping them across my lap. I start gently massaging her thighs and down her legs. I can feel the way she continues to buzz with erotic energy.

I could give into Cassidy and screw her ever-loving brains out, but I get a feeling she’s stubborn enough to try and call it a one-time thing. I vow to myself no matter how hard she tries to tempt me I will not give in and sleep with her tonight. I can see plain as day that this girl ain’t your regular Betty; she’s a diamond in the rough of this city.

When I massage down to her feet, I provoke a small moan to escape her lips. If I wasn’t uncomfortably hard enough, the little noises she makes push me over that edge. I look up to her face and she stares at me with what seems like bewilderment and lust.

“I see you dabble in some reading,” I cut, trying to make conversation. She grins at me.

“If you count reading about five books a week, then yes. I dabble.” I continue to massage the arch of one of her feet and she sinks deeper into the couch.

“You always massage girls’ feet after making out with them?” Her eyes fall closed, and she arches her brow.

“Nah. Honestly, my pop would squeeze my ma’s feet all the time. I’m sure she did the same, I just never saw it. I also rarely saw Ma sitting unless Pop was squeezin’ away. For some reason, I felt like now was a good time for it.” I work my way up to her ankle.

“We could do something a little more mutually beneficial, Hunter.” She flits her eyes open and licks those perfect pillow lips.

I remind myself of the vow I made just moments ago.

“I’m having a fine time, right here.” I’m working hard to keep my tone even, but if I could have my way, I’d drive her ass back to my farm and fuck her ‘til next Sunday. That’s not the case, so foot massage and chitchat it is.

“Want to have a great time instead?” She attempts to pull her foot away, but I hold her steady.

“Cassidy, I am having a great time. No need to rush.” I push.

“How long you in town for?”

Smart man.I internally praise myself for not jumping into bed with her. She could make a night of this and then turn that switch off, just to push me back on my merry way. I’ll have none of that. Although, I’m also not sure where it could really go since we live ninety minutes apart, with no traffic.

I’m usually the kind of man who doesn’t mind the consensual one-night stand. The Lover of the Night has been the only way I’ve done things, but I can tell I want more out of this.

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