His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,52

true. “I’ll stay with you.”

She was still scared, still skeptical in the power to make anything last for a lifetime, but she’d follow his lead and step out in faith. Because Lucky believed in them.

That was enough. It would have to be.

Staring into his eyes, Taylor gave herself over to the pleasure created by the sweet friction of their bodies moving together. She chased the sensation until it crashed over her, pulling her under the waves of her orgasm. Her spasms, hard and intense, dragged Lucky with her as he shouted his release and collapsed on top of her. Taylor sucked in big gulps of air as she released her hands and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, holding him in a tight, sweaty embrace.

Her eyes fluttered shut, the moon creating a silver sheen against her eyelids, matching the shimmering glow now settled deep in her chest.

Right where her heart used to be.

Chapter Twenty

“Lucky Landon, cover your naked ass up and explain to me why you’re sleeping in the bed of your truck.”

Lucky stirred, blinking into the muted sunlight of morning. His mind hovered in the space between reality and one of the best dreams of his life. It took great effort to resist the desire to bitch-slap the man who was intruding on his awesome morning after.

He yawned, purposefully flashing the previously mentioned part of his anatomy before turning to face his good buddy Sheriff Burke. The older man was holding a cup of coffee, one foot resting on the tailgate as he sipped and smirked. The old bastard broke out into chuckle, saluting Lucky with his cup while he waggled his eyebrows suggestively. Well, damn. Under the ball-busting cop exterior the guy had a sense of humor after all.

“I take my coffee black. Taylor likes it with a little bit of milk.” Lucky lay a gentle hand on the woman next to him, pulling the blankets firmly over her, and shaking her awake.

“What do I look like? Starbucks?”

“Good morning, Sheriff,” Taylor murmured.

She sat up, her sleepy smile bright, and unashamed of being caught wearing nothing but a blanket in the back of a pickup truck in the woods. Ignoring their intruder, Lucky smoothed her tousled hair from her face, pressing a soft kiss to her mouth.

“Hey.” Taylor beamed up at him, her face displaying no signs of panic over the night before. Lucky sighed in relief.

“I’ve got a good idea of what y’all were up to last night, but it’s time you moved on home and did this stuff in a bed like normal people.” The sheriff lowered his foot from the tailgate and headed toward the squad car parked just behind them. He got to the bumper and turned, yelling out into the still of the morning. “Besides, y’all are late for your cousin’s piano recital brunch at the Southern Comfort.”

Shit. Lucky peered down at his watch—they weren’t technically late yet, but if they didn’t get moving they would be.

“Baby, we’ve got to go to or my mom will have my ass.” Lucky groped around for his jeans, shoving his legs in, opting to go commando.

“Well, since I have plans for that ass later, we’d better get moving.”

Taylor grinned up at him as she lowered her sundress over her head, covering up her luscious body. He bit back a groan of disappointment at the way reality was intruding on their time together. His consolation was the knowledge that now they had all the time in the world.

A crazy drive back to town, rushed showers, and a shave landed them at their destination with five minutes to spare. Pulling the truck into a parking spot just down the street from the diner, Lucky turned to Taylor. She looked beautiful, her chin-length, funky hairstyle framing her sweet face, the blond highlights catching the morning sunshine and making her hazel eyes sparkle. Dressed conservatively for Taylor, she wore a sexy dress that ended right at her knee and covered everything except her shoulders. She even wore underwear—a matching yellow thong and bra set he couldn’t wait to take off later.

Downtown Elliott was busy as usual, and there was no way to kiss her without someone seeing, so he settled for reaching out and giving her hand a squeeze. Taylor pressed back, her smile growing wider as he grinned back like a loon. He was so gone over this girl.

“So, you’re going to stay,” he said.

“I’m staying.”

He brought her fingers to his mouth for a swift kiss. “Thank you, baby. We’re