His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,38

could—they would go for hours driving each other crazy. But tonight, he needed to move, needed to sate his thirst for her and to show her what she did to him.

“Na’u ’oe.” Mine. She chanted out the Hawaiian word on ragged breaths. She only said it in the heat of their passion. He’d never told her that he’d researched what it meant. It was enough that he knew.

Damn, they were complicated. Never talking about how deep the desire ran between them. Existing only in the fringes of their lives. But this was real. The two of them giving everything they had for a finite moment that only belonged to the two of them. He was afraid to think about how much he wanted it to be something more.

Taylor stretched out beneath him as he thrust into her with a passion bordering on frenzy. Lucky reached down, hitching her leg up to allow him a better angle to hit the sweet spot that would make her come apart all over him.

“Lucky, please.”

He leaned over, capturing her mouth in a soft kiss and a gentle tease. “Please what, baby?”

She smiled against his lips, her laugh melting in a moan as he swiveled his hips and sped up his thrusts. Lucky was close, the familiar zing of lightning starting low in his spine and coursing through his balls and cock. He raised up on his forearms to get a good look at her. The sight of her spread out before him—skirt rucked up, breasts and tight nipples exposed under the edge of her top—flipped a switch in his head and officially ended playtime.

Taylor gasped as he surged into her body. He kissed her roughly, holding her hips in a bruising grip. He pounded into her, hard and deep, and she met him thrust for thrust, their moans mingling along with the sweat on their straining bodies. Lucky grasped both of her thighs and lifted her higher against his body, enabling him to rub against her clit with every push and pull. Taylor gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body clenched around him, eyes locking with his just as her climax hit and pulled him over the edge with her.

Lucky collapsed on top of her, panting harshly while his lips tenderly skimmed her forehead, cheeks, lips, and finally settled against her neck. Taylor lying underneath him, her body clenching with the residual pulses of her orgasm, brought him back to the present. A mild ache in his jaw from the teeth-gritting pleasure and the rough abrasion from the jeans still encasing his thighs would stay with him tomorrow, maybe the next day, and then this would only be a memory.

It wasn’t enough.

“Stay.” He whispered against her skin. “Stay.”

Chapter Fourteen

He wasn’t going to let her ignore him this time.

Lucky wasn’t playing fair. Taylor was wrapped in his strong arms, his face tucked against her skin and his cock still buried in her body, reminding her of how well they fit together. She had nowhere to run—this was her house and she had to stay to finish the task.

“What, no snappy comeback?” Lucky unraveled them, releasing her to dispose of the condom and drop his jeans on the floor beside the bed. She lay there, watching the play of his muscles under his skin, the movement highlighting his ink. She clenched her hand against her belly to resist reaching out to touch.

He rolled back over, facing her head-on with a wolfish grin that only made him hotter and harder to hurt.

“C’mon.” Lucky tugged at her skirt and then her hand, pulling her into a sitting position. “Take off these clothes and climb in here with me. We both need to be comfortable for this.”

She acquiesced, welcoming the time to gather her thoughts and calm down the frantic beating of her heart. Sweaty palms made removing the uniform a little tricky, but Lucky helped, hands caressing her skin as it was exposed to his devouring gaze. He was still aroused, pupils large and dark in his baby blues, and one move from her would take them back to a place where words weren’t necessary. A place where they didn’t hurt each other.

“Don’t even think about it. Get under the covers.” Lucky wagged a finger in her face and tucked her in beside him, pulling her against his chest when she would have scooted to the far side of the bed. She wasn’t sure what would make this easier, distance or intimacy, so she let