Page 37 of Country Charm

I watch her pull book after book, looking at the spine, the publication dates, flipping through pages, and then putting them back. She’s about to make it to a very special shelf; it’s small and not built into the wall, set at an angle not far from the chaise. It’s no taller than my hips and only holds three shelves.

Cassidy crouches down on her haunches and then gasps.

“Hunter, oh my God. These are all first editions.” She quickly puts the second book down.

I smile and nod while I walk over to her. She looks up at me with a glimmer in her eyes.

“I’ve sworn to my mother that if this house was ever to catch fire, I would grab this bookshelf before anything else. She’s limited this collection to her favorites because, one, she doesn’t want to be greedy, and two, because if anything ever happened to any of them, she would feel terrible.”

Cassidy nods. Standing, she brushes off her legs and then walks past me. She continues her explorationquietly muttering to herself. I find the whole process completely endearing. I sit on the deep couch and throw my arms across the back. I watch her continue her process: look, open, mutter, turn, flip, mutter, close.

I slowly realize that the idea of bedding this woman may have just gone out the window. It’s been a long day, so I decide to rest my eyes, just for a moment. My blinks become heavier and longer. Cassidy hasn’t looked my way in a while, so I don’t think she’s too concerned with what I’m doing.

I wake up to soft kisses across my neck. They climb higher and graze my ear and jaw. Light lips dance across my closed eyes. The feeling is unusual but not unwelcome. I feel her weight on top of me and her thighs outside of mine.

I hum in approval and slide my hands up her thighs and to her hips. Cassidy signals her approval by grinding her hips downward. I’ve been waking up hard every day for a week, and this moment is no exception. Right now, I might be the hardest I’ve been all week. Instead of dreaming about Cassidy above or below me, she actually is.

“You’re bad news, Hunter Hill. This room has some kind of love potion stained into the wood. Every book I opened smelled like an aphrodisiacal spell.” Her body is thrumming. She’s not bluffing, the girl is wound tighter than a coil spring.

“I need you. Show this city girl what she’s been missin’ out on.” She’s whispering in my ear and the tickle from her breath causes the hairs on my skin to rise.

I squeeze her hips tightly and flip her so she’s sitting on the couch while I stand over her. I drop down to my kneesbetween her open legs and press my mouth against hers. She moans deeply through her pillowy lips for me and parts them. I greedily take what I want from her mouth, showing her more dominance than I have all day. In this room, she seems less skittish than she’s been before.

Note to self:Bitches do indeed love libraries.Not that Cassidy is a bitch; she thinks she is, but she’s far from it. I keep kissing her and her hands start clawing at my grey button-up.

“Off,” she purrs but doesn’t wait for my reply. We resume kissing as she begins to unbutton my shirt. As the cool air touches more of the skin on my exposed chest, goose bumps rise.

“Oh God, you’re so hard.” Her hands are running all over me, across my chest, passing over the ridges of my abdomen. She doesn’t even know how hard I really am. I move and place firm kisses down her neck. Rocking back and sitting deeper on my knees, I lift her shirt and kiss across her stomach before I run my tongue across the skin right above her jeans.

I quickly undo the button and pull the zipper down. Grabbing both her pants and underwear, I pull down hard.Damn, these pants are tight as fuck.They get bunched up just under her knees around her calves and she starts to kick her legs in an effort to help.

“Fuck, these pants always give me trouble. Give me a minute,” she relents.

I don’t though, I just grab them and pull them up causing her hips to sink closer to the edge of the couch. Her knees are together and above my head. I see her puffy pink lips begging for my attention. With my hand still holding her jeans I dip my head and drag my nose down the back of her thigh. She shudders and I waste notime darting my tongue out to travel the edges of her outer lips.

“Oh fuck.” I hear her breathing heavily.

She’s trying to discreetly kick the pants off her legs, but they don’t bother me one bit where they are. They’re out of my way as far as I’m concerned.

After running my tongue on her outer lips, I look down and see her dripping center, begging for attention. I blow cool air and dart my tongue out with feather-like touches barely giving myself the satisfaction of tasting her. Cassidy pushes her hips up toward my face, so I drop my hand holding her legs up, and put one hand on each hip, holding her still. Her legs bend and I feel her heels at the back of my head. She tries to use those to push me closer and I chuckle while continuing to lightly explore her. Not once do I touch her pulsing bud. It’s swollen and peeking out from its small hood.

“Oh God,” she pants, “oh fuck, please just touch me already. I’m going to die.” Her voice shakes with need.

A single firmer swipe across her clit grants me a squeal.

“Yes!” She pushes her hips and heels closed, attempting to trap my face against her core. It doesn’t sound like a terrible place to be, but she’s not in control right now. An idea quickly enters my mind. I take one hand and firmly push her knees toward her chest. With my free hand, before she or I can think twice, I smack her ass, hard.

She gasps and I take that exact moment to run my tongue firmly up her cleft.

“Oh, fuck,” she mewls.

“Don’t move, Cassidy,” I say above her heated flesh.

I eat her like it’s my last meal, savoring how wet she is, and greedily taking it all in. Her center starts to pulse, and I know she’s close. I slip a hand around her hips and betweenher legs. Pulling her lips up, I expose the perfect little bud.No hiding at the last moment.With firm quick movements, I flick my tongue over her clit. She involuntarily grinds her hips down onto my face. I take this as a cue and drag my other hand from her hip to her quivering opening.

I slip a single digit in, and she starts to moan louder, bordering on a scream. I add a second once she’s ready. I don’t need to go far to find that bundle of nerves. I curl my fingers forward slightly and rub against it while I flit across her clit.

“Hunter!” she screams, and I pull my fingers out at the exact moment she gushes with her peaked arousal. I drag my tongue down and drink up what I can, but I know there’s a mark on the rug beneath her.

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