His Southern Temptation - By Robin Covington Page 0,75
clinging to him as he pulled out of her depths. Her legs lifted higher on his hips, opening herself wider, inviting him deeper, closer to her. She couldn’t get enough of him and didn’t think she ever would.
Lucky broke the kiss, panting with desire as he shifted them so that he was underneath, fucking up into her with swift thrusts. Taylor rode him, the sun warming her from the outside as he burned her up from the inside.
She undulated her hips, raising up and pressing back down to fill herself with his hard, thick cock before her brain registered the loss. How many times had they done this? But this was different. He was hers. He wasn’t leaving on a plane to go to a dangerous place. They could have this every day, year after year. This really was heaven.
“Ride me, Tay.” Lucky cupped her breasts, caressing the sensitive skin with work-roughened hands that offered just the right amount of sting to keep her on the edge. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
He lifted his torso far enough to lick her nipple, sending sharp, potent electric pulses down to her clit. He drew the hard peak into his mouth and suckled deeply before releasing it with a sharp tug from his teeth on the nipple ring. Taylor’s head scrambled to process the competing sensations created by him filling her, stretching her as her climax built low in her belly. Suddenly desperate, she clutched at his forearms, trying to anchor herself as her body spun out of control and the ground fell away beneath her.
“Let go, baby.” Lucky’s voice was hoarse and his breath hot against her neck. “I’ve got you. I’ll always have you.”
His words, a promise of a future of loving together, sent her over the edge of pleasure. She cried out his name as her body seized him, drawing him deeper and forcing him to join her in the free fall. Lucky gathered her close as he plunged upward one last time and exploded inside her.
For several long minutes they lay together, the leaves of the trees edging the lake rustling in the breeze, sun warming the ground beneath their thin blanket, their hands caressing, legs entwined, lips nuzzling. Lucky shifted to the side of Taylor and leaned up on his elbow as he grabbed her left hand and kissed the diamond sparkling on her finger.
Taylor admired the ring glinting in the sunlight. It was classically styled with a large center square-cut stone and smaller round diamonds on the side. “Lucky, I love it.”
“I’ve had it for a while. I’ve been carrying it around with me everywhere I go.” He kissed the top of her head, hugging her close. “Even when I had no hope, I still kept it with me.”
She snuggled in closer, content to lie here in this perfect moment with the guy who would stick by her. No matter what. “I’m glad you did. This place really is heaven on earth.”
“That’s why I want to build a house here. Our house.” He peered down at her, the pleading look on his face something she couldn’t deny even if it wasn’t the best idea ever. Which it was. “You okay with that?”
“Sounds perfect.” She hesitated, wondering if he would agree with her on the next topic. “I don’t want a big wedding. The last one didn’t go so well for me.”
He laughed, nibbling on her shoulder as he leisurely made his way up to her mouth. Between soft, slow kisses he murmured, “I’m perfectly okay with avoiding the whole Elliott church thing. Between both of our mothers, it would be an event to rival the inauguration.” He grimaced. “No, thank you.”
“I have a suggestion you might like.”
“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, since we’re determined to beat the odds, we should go to the place where the high rollers go to risk it all.” She punctuated her statement with a devilish grin.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Lucky practically vibrated with excitement, his blue eyes electric.
She grinned, the idea growing on her by the second. It made perfect sense.
“Vegas, baby.”
Epilogue
CYPRESS SUITE, BELLAGIO HOTEL
ONE MONTH LATER
Lucky watched the sparkling Las Vegas skyline through the bowed windows spanning the entire length of the bedroom portion of the suite. The vivid neon of the Strip, the flickering headlights of the never-ending traffic, and the lights pulsing in the spectacular fountain display were breathtaking. But none were as beautiful as his wife, lying across his body, their hands intertwined and breathing in perfect