His Southern Temptation

chapter Six


“There isn’t enough alcohol on the planet that could make me forget this,” he murmured as he traced her plump lower lip with his thumb. He could still taste her on his mouth, and he ached to take her kiss again. She’d made it clear she wasn’t staying, and sleeping together wasn’t going to make it any easier to let her go. “This is only going to end badly.”

“If you mean it won’t end in diamond rings and white veils, you’re right.” Taylor nipped at his finger, her teeth causing a sharp sting and a corresponding pulse in his cock. “But we can make some good memories. Have fun. Leave as friends.”

“You have no idea what you are asking.”

Taylor’s eyes flared with heat, this time her passion mingling with her anger and coating her words with a spicy bite. “I’m fine with just having fun. You know that. You won’t be the first man in my bed or the last, but I know you’re the one I want in it right now.”

He opened his mouth to speak, to tell her he wanted more than just three weeks with her and to walk away when she said no. But he wouldn’t, because when it came to Taylor he never did the right thing. He’d indulge now and pay the piper later. Leaning in, he took her mouth, invading her with his tongue, letting his body communicate his decision better than any words.

Taylor’s arms wove around his neck, bringing her sexy body in full contact with his own. Soft breasts crushed against his chest, toned thighs bracketing his own and her hot, moist sex grinding against the unbearably hard length of his dick. Lucky pushed back, his groin thrusting upward in the ageless search for the delicious friction that would get them both off. Frustration licked at the frayed edges of his mind when the perfect pressure eluded him at this angle, so he cupped her tight little ass in both hands and rotated them until she lay underneath him on the couch.

Taylor moaned, breaking off the kiss with an arch of her back that bared her neck and pushed her breasts against him. Unable to resist the offer, Lucky bent his head, pulling down the loose top of her dress to expose her nipples to his tongue.

“Oh, hell. Those are new.” He rocked back on his heels, lust amping him up like a shot of adrenaline. Taylor’s breasts, full and firm, were tipped by pink nipples pierced through with small silver hoops. “That is f*cking sexy.”

Lucky leaned down, taking one hot bud of flesh between his teeth and tugging on the tiny hoop. Her nipple hardened to a fine point, the cry of need erupting from Taylor’s mouth slithering down his spine and settling low in his balls. He wasn’t going to last much longer with his wet dream under him and responding to every touch, lick, and suck.

He toyed with the ring, tugging it, rolling it, and playing with it, the metallic bite only adding to the sweet taste of her skin. Taylor writhed underneath him, hands scraping against the overly sensitized skin of his chest, her legs tightening around his waist to bring their lower bodies together in an unspoken, shameless plea for release.

“Kiss me, Lucky.”

He released her nipple, melding their mouths together and letting her take control of their frenzy. He was rewarded with her hand trailing down his stomach, her fingers releasing the tie on his sweatpants and shoving them down to his thighs, exposing his arousal to her touch. She wasted no time in taking him in hand, her fist stroking his dick from root to tip and making his eyes cross with the sheer bliss of every caress.

He f*cked into her grip, his hips moving with a mind of their own since his brain had clearly left the building. On autopilot—he’d done this a million times in his dreams—he pushed aside her skirt, suddenly grateful she found panties too confining. The skin of her thigh was like silk, the calloused tips of his fingers tracing a path upward until the folds of her sex bloomed under his exploration, wet with her arousal and hot to the touch.

“Yes. Just. Like. That.” Taylor’s pleas, each syllable breathed out on a pant, drove him to do whatever it would take to get her to the place where speech was impossible. He wanted her breathless, mindless, and surrendered to his desire.

Taylor’s hand clenched his dick tighter when he brushed against her *—once, twice, the third time wrenching a gasp from deep in her throat. Lucky inserted two fingers inside, her tight channel drawing him in deeper and promising just how good it would be when he buried his cock in her sweet little body. They rested their foreheads together, eyes locked, breath mingling, skin dampened with sweat, and the scent of their lovemaking perfuming the air.

They were easy lovers, in perfect sync, and now they expertly stroked each other, their caresses a test of wills to see who would break first from the unadulterated pleasure.

It was him.

The spark of his orgasm deep in his balls surprised him. All he could do was grit his teeth, sheer willpower momentarily staving off the release that was coming way too soon. He hadn’t had so little control since he was a horny teenager, wrapped around a girl in his truck, hitting every base but fourth and not caring as long as he came.

“F*ck. I’m going to—”

His words were cut off by her cry, her body clenching around his fingers as she climaxed. The brutal beauty of her fulfillment was seared on his eyelids as he closed his eyes and followed her over the ledge, his cock thrusting into her grasp with a desperate ruthlessness. He would have called it pleasure, but the word didn’t touch the waves of bone-melting sensation racing through his marrow.

Still shuddering from his orgasm, he collapsed, rolling to the side at the last minute in order to avoid crushing her under his dead weight. Lethargy, fueled by too much alcohol, settled in his limbs, making it impossible to do anything beyond cleaning them both up with a discarded napkin and dragging her close. Taylor melted into him, arms spanning his waist as she twined her legs with his. The drone of the television in the background was the only sound in the house beyond their breath settling into an easier rhythm.

“Holy shit. That was…” He pressed a kiss to her hair, her unique scent of coconut and sunshine easing him further into bone-deep relaxation.

“Stupid?”

“I was going to say amazing.” Lucky peered down at her, catching her chin with his finger to tip her gaze up to meet his own. No matter how this turned out or how he felt about it in the morning, he wouldn’t let her think she was anything less than amazing. He leaned down, capturing her lips with his, his tongue exploring her taste until she moaned under him. Releasing her mouth, his voice was unsteady when he continued. “You were perfect.”

“So, no regrets?” Taylor asked, her expression daring him to lie.

“I didn’t say that.” Now that blood was returning to his brain, he was starting to panic, but the exhaustion from a long couple of days and one too many beers was keeping it at bay. He didn’t want to think about it now. It was the coward’s way, but it was the path he was taking at one o’clock in the morning.

“We’ll talk tomorrow,” Taylor murmured on a yawn.

Lucky held her close as she snuggled back into his side, his breathing matching hers as they eased into a sweet rhythm. He knew they should get up and go to bed before they conked out on the couch, but thoughts were not enough to pull him out of the fleeting moment when he and Taylor were together and wanted the same things.

Too bad they couldn’t stay.

“Wakey, wakey, Princess.”

Yanked into consciousness by a loud voice and a startling shake, Lucky immediately slipped into Marine mode and reached for his gun. Confused when he couldn’t find his weapon, he sat up quickly. Too quickly. The ache in his head and slight tilt of the globe reminded him he’d had a few beers last night, and several previous nights with little sleep.

“Wakey, wak—” Teague’s voice grated in his head.

“Shut up.”

“Whoa. Drink too much last night?” Teague shouted the question at him, grinning when Lucky groaned and flipped him off.

Enough to act like a horny teenager and get to third base with your sister.

He didn’t say it. Yeah, he was hungover and grumpy, and there was no coffee in sight, but he didn’t have a death wish. Or a desire to damage their friendship beyond repair. He’d deal with what happened last night, but not before a shower and caffeine. Then he’d look for Taylor and they’d figure out how much of a mess they’d made.

Looking around, he noted the clean coffee table, the silent TV, and the lack of anything incriminating.

“Where’s Taylor?” he asked. He rose to his feet, grateful for the lack of spinning.

“Upstairs, I guess. I heard the shower running. You want coffee?” Teague turned to head into the kitchen, his long stride soundless on the hardwood floor because of the running shoes he wore. The lure of hot, liquid energy was a siren’s call, but he needed to get his ass upstairs and talk to Taylor before they faced Teague together. A pit bull trial attorney, he was like the gossip magazines—one whiff of a story and his inquiring mind would want to know.

“I’m going to take a quick shower. Be down in a few!” Lucky yelled in the direction of the kitchen. Not waiting for an answer, he sprinted up the stairs, taking them two by two and hitting the landing in a controlled skid that ended right in front of her door. Two brisk knocks and it opened, revealing Taylor in a pair of those sexy boy shorts and a tank top.

“Don’t you have any baggy sweats to wear?” he asked.

“You don’t want me to wear baggy sweats.” Her smile was wicked and knowing as she leaned to kiss him. He backed up, looking toward the stairs, the sounds of Teague moving around the kitchen drifting upward. He turned to find Taylor looking at him with her head cocked to one side in an obvious question.

“Teague is downstairs.”

“Oh, good.” She reached out a hand, grabbing the waistband of his sweats and yanking him closer. Full body contact was his downfall with this woman. Her height made her soft parts a perfect fit for his harder parts, especially the one getting harder by the second.

The kiss should have been quick, but her taste drew him in like an addict. Lucky was an expert at seducing women, but with Taylor it was anybody’s guess on who would be the seducee in the grip of unshakable desire.

Taylor opened to him willingly, giving of her body effortlessly and without any hesitation. Her tongue sparred with his own, her hands dragging along the sides of his torso, giving him chills and a fever at the same time. Deepening the kiss, he turned her slightly until the tall dresser in her room was against her back and he could grind into her body, dragging a groan from deep in her chest.

She broke off the kiss. “So, you had fun?”

“You know I did.” He leaned for another light brush against her mouth, now berry-ripe and swollen.

“Good. Want to do it again?” she asked with a dangerous wiggle of her hips that shot pleasure through his half-hard cock.

“You know I do.” Lucky pulled back to look her in the eyes, needing to see her true reaction to his words. “This isn’t going to end well.”

“So you keep saying.”

“Somebody is probably going to get hurt.”

“You don’t need to worry about me. I’m a big girl.”

“Maybe you’re not the one I’m worried about.”

That stopped her.

Her eyes widened and she took a step back, putting a little distance between them. Good, she was listening. “We aren’t strangers. We have a past. We’re already involved whether we want to admit it or not.”

“I can keep it casual.” Her jaw was stiff, eyes flashing, and everything about her expression dared him to challenge her.

“What if I want more?”

Her smiled dimmed. “This is all I can give you, Lucky. I’m not hiding it from you. No games.” She reached out to place a hand on his chest. “Give us the three weeks, okay? If you want to have that talk then, we will.”

“Teague can’t find out.” Even to his own ears, his resignation was overshadowed with desire.

“It’s none of his business.” Taylor smiled, the triumphant grin only making him want to take her to bed right now and replace it with one of sexual satisfaction. He leaned in to get the party restarted, but stopped when he heard Teague turning the TV on to a cable news station. They weren’t alone. He took two good steps back from her sexy body and all its temptations.

“I’ve got to get to work. Maybe we can meet later and I can show you some of the reasons to stay in Elliott,” he said.

“Oh my God. You’re still drunk. Go drink some coffee, lightweight.”

He laughed, dodging the punch she aimed at his arm. “I’m going to make a couple calls about the missing persons case before I head out to the farm.”

She leaned in close, her expression saying she had a plan and she’d bet the farm he wasn’t going to like it.

“I could go to the Jolly Gent, work there, and see if the girls will talk to me.”

“Oh, f*ck no.” Lucky leaned in, trying to use his bulk to intimidate her and she just laughed in his face. “This is a closed subject. There are so many things wrong with that idea I can’t even count that high. Teague would kill me, and then I would kill me for being such an a*shole.”

“I don’t need permission. I can go on my own and ask my own questions.”

“Don’t do this to me.” He wasn’t above begging. He couldn’t imagine how ticked Teague would be if he ever got wind that his sister was dancing at the Jolly Gent.

“I already have a job there. Bodean Taggert practically fell over himself to hire me.”

“Holy shit.”

“It’s perfect. Give me a couple of days and I bet I can get the girls to spill. And you’ll be in the audience just in case anything weird happens.” Taylor beamed up at him, the pride in her plan shining in her eyes. “If you don’t come along, I’ll just be there on my own, and God only knows what might happen.”

He ground his teeth together in an effort not to say all the things resting on the tip of his tongue.

Taylor was going to the Jolly Gent, and apparently he was going with her.