His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,17

tried to scoot farther back onto the couch. She followed him, kissing along his chest, tasting the alluring combination of his skin and the oil. With his body suddenly accessible, she couldn’t help but skim under the waistband and stroke across the damp tip of his erection. The impact of her touch caused his entire body to tense, a tight bow of need and desire. Emboldened by his reaction, she reached in, stroking his full length as she moved up onto the couch, straddling him until they were face-to-face. His lips were parted, his breathing harsh and rough as he lifted his head and took her mouth.

“Fuck. I have no willpower when it comes to you,” he panted against her cheek before trailing down to kiss the column of her neck. She titled her head, encouraging him as he tasted her skin with moist kisses and a tingling scrape of teeth. The burn heightened the pleasure, tightening her nipples as she rubbed them across the hard planes of his chest. As if he sensed her growing need, he stroked work-roughened fingers across her collarbone, her shoulder and the cleft between her aching breasts.

“Let me give you a happy ending.” She laughed against his mouth. “Although, normally, I’m not that kind of massage therapist.”

“Taylor, baby, there’s never going to be a happy ending for us,” Lucky murmured into the curve of her shoulder, his hand easing aside the strap of her sundress and allowing him unfettered access to her sensitive skin.

“All the more reason to take what we can.”

“And walk away with no regrets?”

“Tell you what, in the morning I’ll still respect you…” Taylor wove her hands through his hair, tugging to lift his head and force him to look her in the eye. She leaned in to brush her lips against his, her tongue sneaking out to taste because she couldn’t help herself. “… and you can blame it on the alcohol.”

Chapter Six

“There isn’t enough alcohol on the planet that could make me forget this,” he murmured as he traced her plump lower lip with his thumb. He could still taste her on his mouth, and he ached to take her kiss again. She’d made it clear she wasn’t staying, and sleeping together wasn’t going to make it any easier to let her go. “This is only going to end badly.”

“If you mean it won’t end in diamond rings and white veils, you’re right.” Taylor nipped at his finger, her teeth causing a sharp sting and a corresponding pulse in his cock. “But we can make some good memories. Have fun. Leave as friends.”

“You have no idea what you are asking.”

Taylor’s eyes flared with heat, this time her passion mingling with her anger and coating her words with a spicy bite. “I’m fine with just having fun. You know that. You won’t be the first man in my bed or the last, but I know you’re the one I want in it right now.”

He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her he wanted more than just three weeks with her and to walk away when she said no. But he wouldn’t, because when it came to Taylor he never did the right thing. He’d indulge now and pay the piper later. Leaning in, he took her mouth, invading her with his tongue, letting his body communicate his decision better than any words.

Taylor’s arms wove around his neck, bringing her sexy body in full contact with his own. Soft breasts crushed against his chest, toned thighs bracketing his own and her hot, moist sex grinding against the unbearably hard length of his dick. Lucky pushed back, his groin thrusting upward in the ageless search for the delicious friction that would get them both off. Frustration licked at the frayed edges of his mind when the perfect pressure eluded him at this angle, so he cupped her tight little ass in both hands and rotated them until she lay underneath him on the couch.

Taylor moaned, breaking off the kiss with an arch of her back that bared her neck and pushed her breasts against him. Unable to resist the offer, Lucky bent his head, pulling down the loose top of her dress to expose her nipples to his tongue.

“Oh, hell. Those are new.” He rocked back on his heels, lust amping him up like a shot of adrenaline. Taylor’s breasts, full and firm, were tipped by pink nipples pierced through with small silver hoops. “That is fucking sexy.”

Lucky leaned down, taking