His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,37

something darker.

“Turn around,” he growled.

His voice was harsher than he intended, but the spark in her eyes told him she liked it. Taylor swiveled, hips swaying, the pleats in her skirt highlighting the curve of her tight little ass. Lucky nudged her from behind, rubbing himself against the fabric, fingers digging into her hips to keep her tight against him from shoulder to thigh. She leaned back into him, her panting breaths in time with his own ragged gulps of air.

Releasing his tight grip on her body, Lucky traced a path over her flat stomach, teasing just along the edge of her top with a whisper-like touch. Taylor arched into him, the outline of her nipple rings visible under the stretchy fabric. Using one hand to release the zipper of the short top, he pushed it up until he had unfettered access to her flesh. Using both hands now, he cupped, teased, caressed her breasts, tugging on the rings until she gasped and writhed against him. She was exquisite. The way she gave herself completely over to her passion thickened his blood, making his breath stutter in his chest.

“Get them wet,” he groaned.

Lucky pressed fingers against her lips, encouraging her to suck them into her hot mouth, rolling them with her tongue until they were slick. Easing them out, he wasted no time using them to moisten a straining nipple, stroking it until a cry of desperation erupted from Taylor’s throat.

“Stop, I’m going to come.” She reached up, grabbing him by the wrist to cease his movement.

For several moments they stood still, two bodies strung so tight by passion they might just break from the strain. Taylor finally broke the silence.

“So, this uniform is a fantasy of yours?” she asked, her voice a rough, sexy purr.

“No. My cock inside you while you wore this uniform is a fantasy of mine.” He pressed kisses along the soft curve of her neck, inhaling the uniquely Taylor mix of sunshine and coconut. He eyed the bed in front of them, the bed from her youth, four-postered and canopied in an awful light-purple concoction of ruffles. “In my fantasy, your legs were wrapped around me on the front seat of my truck.”

Taylor moaned, the vibrations echoing along his skin. “Mine were all here. You sneaking into my room, taking me here.”

“You thought of me? That’s so hot.” Lucky licked along her skin, sucking just below her ear, not caring if he marked her or not. The idea of Taylor wanting him in this bed made his hands tremble as he reached under the skirt to ease her panties down her legs. “Baby, I need to be inside you now.”

“What’s stopping you?

Nothing. Nothing but the condom he fished out of a pocket and smoothed over his erection. In the span of few breaths he was in heaven. Hot, wet, tight—her body clasped him, the pulses of her muscles in time with the heartbeat drumming in her chest. Taylor, unsteady and moaning, reached out to grab one of the bedposts, gaining enough leverage to push back against him and shatter what little control he had left. Taylor freed a hand to bring one of his to where she needed him the most. Their fingers, intertwined, caressed her clit, making her shake against him in pleasure.

“Don’t come.” He bit down on the soft spot between her shoulder and neck, knowing it made her hotter. And that was where he wanted her—desperate, aching—thinking twice about walking away from this.

“Oh my God, Lucky. Don’t tease.”

“I always take care of you, baby. Trust me.”

He eased out of her slick heat, his inward groan eclipsed only by her keen of protest. Shifting her around to place her on her back, Lucky knelt between her legs, licking the muscular curve of her calf, the sensitive silk of her inner thigh, until he reached the place where she was hot and wet for him. Taylor’s body, tense one moment, eased and melted beneath the kiss of his mouth against her sex. She was sweet, and he was helpless to stop from tonguing her, suckling her until she fractured under him, her passion his and only his.

Lucky rose on rubbery legs, climbing onto the bed to lean over her as his cock slid in to the hilt. Taylor was writhing beneath him, her eyes closed and plump bottom lip pulled between her teeth as she rode the aftershocks of her climax. He loved keeping her here, on the edge for as long as he