Free South Row by Ghiselle St. James Page B

is getting me in the same condition.
    “Can I keep kissing you now?” he requests.
    “Yeah,” I answer shyly.
    “Thank fuck.”
     

CHAPTER NINE
     
    Jesus Christ, she’ s hot. I tried – God knows I tried – not to think about her. But those lips and her curvy body haunted me all night. I shouldn’t have kissed her last night at Johann’s club, but as soon as I did, I couldn’t stop. And God, when she came on my fucking leg? I almost shot off in my pants.
    She was a fucking vision in a body hugging white dress and deep orange heels to match her hair. She was nothing like little South, nor the South I saw on stage. She was a vixen. Every man in that club was drooling after her, wanted to be the one to dance with her, wanted to touch her, wanted to fuck her. When I saw her dancing with that guy, and how she was doing it, I lost it. So I didn’t know he was gay. Still didn’t mean I liked it.
    I had been watching her since she entered the club and wanted to keep my distance. I felt like such a creeper, but every time she smiled or laughed or scrunched her face up from drinking her Slut, I drew closer. I should have left. But I couldn’t. Not until I had her up against me; and, fuck me if she wasn’t still feisty. Before, I used to find her fire amusing. Now, it gets me hard as a fucking rock.
    I woke up this morning throbbing. I wasn’t hung-over, nor did I have a headache. Well, technically it was a headache, since I had a hard-on from hell. I had to see her. To talk.
    I made up some excuse, telling Kaylee I was meeting Connor for breakfast. To make sure my story checked out, I called Connor as soon as I got in the car.
    “Dude, you’re so fucked,” he’d said laughing.
    “Fuck you.”
    “I told you I don’t do incest, big bro.”
    “ Just cover for me, asshole,” I’d ordered gruffly.
    “ Don’t worry, bro, I’ll throw Blondie off your scent. Just…” he sighed. “Don’t hurt her.”
    I knew he’d been talking about South.
    Now I’m here and going crazy with Red’s scent. I came here to talk, dammit, but the moment I walked through that door, lust so heavy and demanding overtook me. Coupled with her scent, I am going insane. She smells so damn good. Like green apples that I am suddenly having a hankering for. I won’t look at apples the same way again. Not without getting a hard on like a fricking pubescent kid who’s never seen pussy before.
    She is so soft. I pull her into me so she can feel what she does to me. She whimpers and digs her fingers into my back and I grunt in satisfaction. My hands trail up her back and, because I can no longer resist, I thrust them in to her hair.
    Her curly tresses are soft and silky. A familiar flash of me wrapping the strands around my dick gets me impossibly harder and I grip her hair more firmly in my fingers. In response, the minx tightens her hold on my hair. I pull harder on hers and she responds in kind. Fuck me. She likes to play rough.
    Leaving her hair – for now – I slip a hand underneath her awesome t-shirt and play with the skin above her panties , trying very hard not to go further. This is harder than I ever imagined as all I can think about is feeling her pussy ripple around my fingers. I settle with touching her heated skin and she shudders in my arms, pressing herself closer to me. I feel her fidgeting and pull away from her. And I wish I hadn’t.
    South’ s lips are kiss-plumped and glistening, her face is splotchy from being turned on and her eyes…those eyes are telling me to take her right now. Her chest is rising and falling with every breath and her taut nipples are poking at her shirt. She looks like sex on legs.
    I should feel bad that I haven’t thought about um, uh, what’s her name? Kaylee, that’s right. I should feel bad that I haven’t thought about her…at all. But I don’t. Standing in front of South right now has a sense of completeness to it; like this is where I should have been all along. She feels like