Sweet Southern Betrayal by Robin Covington

down in the stairwell—a quick kiss and maybe cop a feel—and then bring her upstairs for a long, slow fuck.
    But she’d melted underneath his kiss, her body molding itself to his own in just the right way to entice him to stay for a while. But it was her moan that had flipped his switch.
    He remembered that sound.
    Her voice, always smoky, blasted to off-the-charts sexy when she was aroused. And he knew he’d do damn near anything to hear it again.
    “Get this shirt off.” Risa broke the kiss and tugged at the buttons on his shirt.
    “Your dress first.”
    “Shirt. Off. Now.” She punctuated her demand by dipping her hands into his waistband and pulling his shirt out in big, impatient handfuls.
    “Greedy Risa.” He worked her zipper down, tracking her dress as it slid down her torso, along her legs, landing in a pool around her feet. He snapped his gaze back to her face when she shot a hand out and hooked a finger in his waistband and yanked him close until there was only room for breath in between their mouths.
    “Always greedy.” She leaned in and nipped at his bottom lip with a sensual grin. “I want it all.”
    “I can give you that.”
    She bit her lip, her eyes dark with a rim of silver with her arousal. “Then do it.”
    He’d been waiting for her signal and that was it.
    Teague spun her around, pressing his cock against her luscious ass as he walked her across the living room to the hallway leading to the bedrooms. Risa pressed back, rolling her hips in invitation as he dragged kisses across the tender skin of her neck, the rounded silk of her shoulder.
    They passed the door to the guest room, turning into his room and over to his bed when he looked up and spied them in the large, full-length wrought iron framed mirror mounted on the wall. The designer had placed it there as a focal point, but the picture of the two of them was the only thing he could see.
    “Look at us,” he whispered against the tender flesh just in front of her ear that made her squirm.
    Risa raised her head from his shoulder, her eyes finding them in the reflection and focusing through her lust.
    “You’re fucking gorgeous,” he murmured.
    She was one long, lean expanse of pale skin, flushed at her cheeks and the tops of her breasts with the deepest pink. Her hair was on fire underneath the lights and her lips were swollen from his kisses and from biting them as she was now.
    “I could fucking eat you up.” He pulled her earlobe into his mouth, giving it a sucking tug that drew from her a sharp gasp of approval. “I’d start here with your nipples because they taste so sweet.” He cupped her breasts with both palms, flicking his thumbs lightly over the beaded tips until Risa grabbed on to his thighs and dug her nails into the muscle. “But I bet you taste even sweeter here.”
    Teague moved a hand down, over her smooth belly until he was able to inch his fingers under the waistband of her panties and into the heated silk of her sex. Risa slumped against him as if her legs had suddenly turned to mush.
    “Yes, Teague. Touch me,” Risa said, her head lolling back against his shoulder, the sweep of her silky curls against his skin causing a shiver to ripple up his spine.
    “I can’t believe I don’t remember this.” He stared at her in the mirror as he inched the scrap of silk covering her sex down to the middle of her thighs. Teague dropped to his knees, dragging her panties down the rest of the way, and turned her around to face him. He caught her gaze with his own, his throat tightening at the naked passion on her face. He gently pushed her down on the bed and wedged his way in between her legs. “I won’t forget this time.”
    The first taste of her was amazing. Risa was sweet as he predicted, her honey dripping over his tongue as he lapped at her folds. She was heavy with her want, swollen, hot, and impossible to resist tasting over and over again. He took his time, exploring her, learning, memorizing what made