His Southern Temptation

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 f*ck 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 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 *, 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 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 * 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.”