Southern Heat Book 1 : The Secret Room (3 page)

Amy laughed. Man, how she had missed having someone who could make her laugh. Did she ever really have a guy like that in her life? Not that she could remember.

Jack took her out onto the veranda, and they sat on the big wooden porch swing that was hanging from the ceiling.  She sipped her tea as they talked about the property. The whole time she felt herself wanting to get closer to him. How was this possible? She just met him, but it felt like she had known him for a lifetime.

Just then, a yellow jacket flew into Amy's face. Knowing she was allergic, she jumped up and then fell backward, tea in hand, right into Jack's lap. Spilling some down her dress, it clung to her in the humid Georgia heat. Jack held her in his arms to keep her from falling to the ground. He was strong, and she felt safe there. With one hand, he held her and simultaneously managed to knock the yellow jacket out of the air with his other hand so he could smash it with his boot.

“You ok?” he whispered nuzzling his face into her ear. With no hair there to cover her ears, she could only feel his hot breath on her neck.

“Yes. I am allergic....” she whispered back not wanting to move. Now both of his hands were on her; one around her waist and the other cupping her neck. He breathed her in without moving for a moment until she started to shift out of his lap.

“Don't go....” he whispered pulling her closer.

“What?” she asked.

“Don't go. It's okay if you want to sit here...” he said turning her cheek to look him in the eye.

“I didn't come here for this....” Amy said mustering the courage to get up and walk across the patio. Covered with Wisteria vines, the yellow jackets were getting too numerous. “Can I see the rest of the house?” Amy asked trying to shake off her obvious attraction for him.

“Sure.” Jack said standing up confused by her quick change of topic. “Right this way,” he motioned to the door again. Amy quickly scooted through.

They walked around the main floor, and it was time to go upstairs. Amy asked Jack questions about the house and remained as far away as she could physically. She had already ended up on his lap and shown him her panties. What more could happen today?

“Can you tell me anything else about the home?” Amy asked making mental notes in her head since she had left her briefcase downstairs.

“This home was built in 1832 and has a total of 26 rooms with four halls and three staircases. There is a fireplace in every bedroom and in all of the living areas. There is also a secret room where the original owners probably hid silver, and eventually slaves,” Jack said in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Secret room? That's cool. Can I see that?” she asked curiously.

“Certainly. It's up here right in the library. Come on, I'll show you,” he said pointing ahead into one of the rooms.

They walked into the library which was full of beautiful dark wood and books from floor to ceiling. Amy was stunned by the magnitude of the room. She gasped a bit as she looked around.

“What?” Jack asked.

“It's just so beautiful. I love it here...” she said.

“Beautiful like you,” he whispered as he walked around behind her to turn on the lights.

“You're a flirt, Jack Parker,” she said.

“The funny thing is that I'm really not. Since my wife died five years ago, I've only been on two dates, Amy. Hardly a playboy,” he laughed.

“Your wife died? I'm so sorry, Jack,” she said turning to touch his shoulder out of reflex. Then she couldn't bring herself to remove her hand.

Jack stepped forward a bit moving in to Amy's arm. He reached up with both hands and moved her hand off his shoulder, slid it past his lips and down to his side where he could hold it in both of his masculine hands. Amy was surprised that she didn't pull away. Suddenly her promise to herself about staying away from men for seven more months seemed far away.

“Come with me,” he whispered as he pulled her over near one of the bookcases. Without taking his eyes away from hers, he used his foot to push something in the floor and the bookcase started to shift to the side, showing the entrance to the secret room. “It's this way,” he said taking one of his hands away to motion to the next room.

Amy followed him, holding his hand into the dark space. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and lit a lantern that was hanging on the wall. Just then, the door snapped shut.

“Are we locked in?” Amy jumped with a gasp.

“No, beautiful, Amy. We're not locked in. Don't worry. Relax,” he whispered pulling her closer.

“I don't relax well,” she smiled up at him. However, she was starting to relax with him.

“I can tell,” he chuckled.

Amy broke his gaze and dropped his hand as she looked around the now candlelit room. It had a certain romance about it, although it was pretty bare. There were only hardwood floors and a very old, rustic table.

“It's sort of spooky in here,” he said trying to allay her fears.

“No. It's actually very peaceful and almost romantic in here,” she whispered hoping he didn't hear her. No such luck.

“Why, Amy Kincade. You don't seem to be the romantic type,” he said laughing.

“I don't?” Amy was a bit offended by his remark.

“Don't get mad. You just seem very reserved and guarded. Like someone has hurt you a time or two,” he said sitting down on the tabletop.

“Everyone gets hurt. I mean, you lost your wife. That must have hurt,” she said sitting down beside him.

“Yes, that hurt. We were only married a year before she was killed in a car wreck. Damn drunk driver,” he said.

“I'm so sorry,” Amy said quietly.

“I know it might not seem like it, but I'm not a player or a flirt. You just do something to me. From the first moment.... you know, the CPR scare....” he said smiling and looking at her. He brushed a stray piece of blond hair from her face.

“But I was yelling at you...”

“That's okay. I can take it. I like firecrackers,” he said.

“You really think I am a firecracker?” she asked grinning.

“Oh you like that, do you?” he asked elbowing her lightly.

“I like you,” Amy said before she could stop the words from falling out of her mouth. His eyes looked shocked for a moment, but then he leaned in slowly. Amy closed her eyes as his warm, full lips pressed against hers. She was in no position to stop him. She wanted him more than she had ever wanted any man, and there was no sense in denying it now.

His tongue pressed her tensed lips apart as it darted in and out of her mouth. The intensity was unlike anything she had ever felt. How could a simple kiss be so sensual?

Without thinking, Amy's passions overwhelmed her as she climbed over and straddled his lap. He slid back on the table to prevent her from falling, and buried one hand in her hair with the other one supporting her lower back. She opened her mouth wide to take in every breath and flicker of his tongue that she could. Moaning, she started kissing down his neck wishing to take her kisses further South. Her legs were wrapped around his waist so tightly that she had lost feeling in her feet.

“You are so beautiful.....” he whispered as he leaned her back and kissed her from her chin down to the top of her chest. “Tell me we don't have to stop....” he moaned.

“Don't.... stop....” she said breathlessly awaiting his next move. Her body was full of a sizzling energy that felt as if it would zap her at any moment. She was overwhelmed with sensations that she had never felt with any man.

With one motion, Jack stood up with Amy still attached to his waist. He turned and pushed her back flat onto the table. Removing her cowboy boots, he used his magical tongue to lick her inner calves all the way to her inner thighs. She moaned in anticipation as she arched her lower back hoping to encourage his mouth to move to other, more sensual places.

“Not yet,” he whispered leaning down into her ear.

Jack threw her boots on the floor and helped her stand up. He kneeled in front of her and slowly slid her red sundress up her body and over her head. Her bare breasts in full view, he couldn't help himself as he met one of her hardened nipples with his warm mouth. He moaned as he took her in, sucking her nipple.

“Jack....” she let out a groan as she ran her fingers through his sun kissed, messy hair. He slid up her chest with his face between her ample breasts and kissed her on the nose. Amy pulled his gray t-shirt over his head to reveal a chiseled chest and six pack abs. She rubbed her hands all over his chest before she lowered herself to his waist.

Moments later, she had helped him out of his rugged, muddy jeans, gray boxer briefs and his boots. Standing naked, he was something to behold. She couldn't think long before he picked her up like a rag doll and laid her down on the sturdy antique table.

“I want you,” he said slipping her lacy black panties off and flinging them behind him. Slowly, he pulled both of her legs up toward his head and started kissing down her thighs again. This time, he didn't stop. His face pressed into her waiting area. Overcome with passion, she grabbed his hair and pushed him into her further.

His tongue was unyielding as it flicked her hard, throbbing bud over and over. She writhed underneath him desperate to pull him all the way into her soul. Waves of orgasm swept over her as she gave in to the moment, arching her back and moaning from the depths of her soul. He grabbed onto her hips hard as she came in his mouth.

“Did you like that?” he asked in her ear as he climbed on top of her. She could smell her own scent on his breath as he kissed her neck.

“Yes..... I want to feel you inside of me....” she whispered as she reached around to ease his hips down onto hers.

She heard him open a package and realized it was a condom he had had in his pocket. He put it on and slid inside of her, easing in and out slowly. Moans of pleasure filled the room as the antique table was put to its paces from the weight of the seduction going on in the secret chamber. Pressed against the hard grain of the wood, Amy could feel the length of him inside of her. Rocking harder and harder, the rhythm of his movement sent chills down Amy's spine.

“Come here,” he said as he slid out of her and stepped back onto the floor. Amy stood up and he turned her to face the table. She leaned over it giving him full access to her from behind. He kneeled down and licked her clit from behind. Amy moaned in anticipation. He re-entered her while leaning over to hold her breasts from behind in his hands.

“I like seeing you from behind. It's such a turn-on,” he whispered.

His thrusts grew faster and faster as they both felt pulses of orgasm send shockwaves through their bodies.

“Oh...... Jack!” Amy yelled as she fell breathlessly to the table. He was now resting on her back nuzzling her hair.

“Amy.....” he sighed. She could hear the smile in his voice. “You are definitely a firecracker.”

“I bet this room has never seen this kind of action before,” she laughed as she slid up the table to make room for him. Jack slid behind her so that they could spoon for awhile. He fell asleep for about twenty minutes, as most men do, and Amy listened to his rising and falling breaths. She felt connected to him. This man that she really didn't know.

When he woke up, they talked. For two hours, they laid side by side talking about their lives, their hopes and their dreams. Lying there naked, Amy couldn't believe that this was how her big listing appointment turned out. How would she ever live this down if anyone found out?

His masculine arms were draped over her breasts and his legs were wrapped around hers. He told her how he had lost his wife and had never been with another woman since then. She told him about her failed relationships and vow to stay away from men for a year. That didn't work so well. She asked why he had a condom, and he said he was always hopeful he would find a good woman again.