His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,36

in her marrow. It was too much, too intimate for this place. The town tongues would be wagging but she really didn’t care.

She leaned in closer, making sure no one heard except Lucky.

“Don’t sleep at Beck’s tonight.”

Chapter Thirteen

“Please tell me I’m not hallucinating.”

Lucky paused in the doorway to Taylor’s room, his breathing already accelerated from taking the stairs two at a time. The sight before him made his knees weaker than his first day in the field as a newbie Marine recruit. He grabbed the doorframe to keep from falling at her feet.“

It depends. What do you see?” Taylor looked over her shoulder, looking suspiciously innocent.

“It looks like you’re wearing your high school cheerleading uniform.” Lucky lingered where he stood, savoring the view. It was déjà vu, taking him right back to that day on Main Street when his dick had decided to clue the rest of him in on what had been in front of his face all the time. “Did you put that on for me?”

She laughed, bending over to pick up her pom-poms off the floor. Sweet Jesus, she was actually wearing panties, and the soft folds of the skirt and the silky material of the underwear framed her ass perfectly. When Taylor stood up, her eyes dancing with mischief and an extra swoosh in her step, he knew she was deliberately taunting him.

“No. You took too long and I started cleaning out my closet. I decided to see if my uniform still fit.” She coasted a hand along the waistband where it laid against her flat, toned stomach, the gem in her belly-button ring twinkling in the muted light of the room. “It’s a little snug”—she trailed her touch upward, palming her breasts and making him groan“—especially here.”

Lucky let go of the doorframe to reach down and stroke himself through his jeans. He couldn’t help himself. Arousal heated his skin with electricity and fire. Taylor followed his movements with her eyes, her pink tongue sneaking out to swipe her lips, leaving them wet and inviting.

“I didn’t know you got off on costumes.”

“I don’t.” He moved farther into the room, toeing off his boots and removing his jacket. Her eyes widened as he reached back, tugging his T-shirt off in one motion. He was moving fast, slow seduction the last thing on his fevered mind when his college wet dream was standing in front of him in the sexy, touchable flesh. “But I definitely get off on you in that uniform. It has been one of my go-to fantasies since that day I hit Mrs. Park’s Buick.”

“I remember.” She moaned as he reached out and snagged her waistband with his finger, dragging her flush against his body. He leaned in for a kiss, full tongue and open mouth from the start. He was past the gentle push and pull of foreplay, and the sharp nip of her teeth against his lip said she wasn’t playing either. They both knew how good it was going to be, how the slide of their bodies against each other would make them forget to breathe.

Lucky released his hold on her body, only their kiss maintaining contact, as he undid the fly of his jeans. The relief of the pressure against his dick was so good he hissed against her mouth, prompting her to withdraw and look down. He followed her gaze, blood sizzling when she reached out and slid a fingertip over the head of his cock where it peeked out from the opening. Only sheer force of will kept him on his feet.

“Commando, huh?”

“I didn’t have any clothes at Beck’s.”

“You won’t need any tonight.”

Taylor eased her hands inside his jeans, pushing them down to the tops of his thighs, the contrast of the cooler air on his skin making him shiver. The glide of her palm along his length made him grit his teeth, the sensations overloading his already taxed system of nerve endings and receptors. The pre-come leaking from the slit made her caress smooth, hot, and he didn’t even try to resist the urge to snap his hips and fuck into her grip.

He didn’t know how he was going to stand it when she left. He’d screwed up when he let his mind linger on the chance of them being more than stolen days in exotic locales. Now he pictured them here, at the Comfort, the farm—it was dangerous to daydream when she was so sure she wasn’t staying. Desperation flared in his gut, edging his passion with