Scorching Heat Down South

Chapter 18

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"A goddamn virgin!!"

Levi cursed as he took a sip of his ice cold beer. God, he'd known! The way she'd been so unbelievably small and tight, he'd known she'd never had sex as soon as he'd pushed himself deep inside her.

He was from another long but successful meeting. He knew he had to be heading home soon but damn, he was sure having a difficult time having to be in the same vicinity with Claire and not get inside her pants.

So here he was sitting by the bar of a local honky tonk, passing time. Old country music played softly in the background. And stale cigarette smoke and cheap perfume permeated the air. Even cheaper whores in short skirts and heavy makeup were easily available too if that was your thing. Maybe he should get it on with one, you know, get rid of this incessant lust for his daughter's tutor. Bad idea! He'd never fucked a whore and he certainly wouldn't start now. Besides, he only wanted her.

He recalled the conversation he'd had with her last  night. He'd ended it with a single kiss because he'd known that if he'd gone any further he'd have taken her right then and there on the kitchen counter. Another bad idea!

The last goddamn month without her had been brutal torture. He'd been barely able to stand being in his office because every time he was in there he'd remember how sweet she'd tasted on his tongue. How soft her skin was, how good she smelled. He'd wake up, late at night, from an erotic dream reaching for her only to find himself alone in the bed and he'd feel like he was suffocating, dying a slow painful death. His thoughts naturally progressed to the other night when he'd walked in after a tiring day at work and saw her standing in the living room. All the lust he felt had came crushing down on him like a fierce avalanche he'd had no way of avoiding.

And she had been as hot for him as he'd been for her. He'd touched her and she'd exploded in his arms. He thanked his lucky stars she hadn't stopped him because he hardly knew if he would have been able to. The moment he had penetrated her he'd felt like he'd died and gone to heaven. He remembered how good it had felt as he'd pushed and buried himself inside her. She'd been so tight and soft and wet, man had she been wet, that he'd almost come just from putting it in her.

Now he couldn't stop hearing those deep throaty sounds she made and seeing the look of pure pleasure on her face as she came. Her body tender and supple beneath his, yielding to him as he hammered into her. He felt his dick get hard just thinking about it. He had been so stunned afterwards, rendered completely speechless. He'd had sex countless times and generally enjoyed everything about it, the sounds, the smells, everything. But with Claire it had been just about the best damn sex of his life. It had been more than just sex, it had been ...? Well, he didn't know what the hell it had been. All he was certain of was that he didn't know what the fuck to do about it now.

He couldn't stop thinking about her either, not just the fantastic sex. He couldn't stop thinking about that laugh that reached his ears like the sweetest damn thing he'd ever heard. Her blushes and gentle smiles that made her beautiful face light up like a ray of sunshine. And those sensual, light blue eyes that looked at him as if he were the best damn thing they'd ever seen.

God, how pathetic! He ran a hand through his hair and swore liberally under his breath. Here he was drooling over her smiles and blushes like a goddamn fool.

And all the homey domestic stuff didn't help either. She was more than a decent cook, amazing in fact which was a definite plus because he couldn't fucking stand lazy women who couldn't even boil water. His house now had flowers everywhere making it cozy and shit. Her presence so greatly inundated the place, she might as well be living there. She was great with his daughter too. The kid practically worshiped her and had been miserable since Claire had left. Although she hadn't been nearly as miserable as he had been. It didn't even warrant a comparison.