His Southern Temptation (12 page)

“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 fuck 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 clit, 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 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 him take the lead.

“You didn’t like what I said.”

“No.”

“Well, I’m not sorry I said it.” He paused, fingers now tapping lightly against her waist. He always did that when he was thinking. “I want you to stay in Elliott. With me.”

“I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?”

“Both.” She wiggled out of his arms, sitting up cross-legged on the bed, near him but without the befuddling addition of his hands on her body. His touch had the power to make her forget what she needed to do. “You’re asking me to move back here and give up my life, my business. For what? Diamond rings and empty promises?”

“I didn’t hear anyone proposing.”

“So, what? Shacking up? Dating?”

“I’d love to wake up with you every day, but we can live however you want. I’m just asking for a chance.”

“A chance?”

“To figure this out.” He gestured between them, his large, warm palm landing on her knee with a gentle squeeze. “To see what we can be if we have the time.”

“Damn it. And you just thought this up?”

“No. It first popped into my mind two years ago in Hawaii.” He reached up, caressing her bottom lip with his thumb. His half smile was sexy and indulgent. “It scared me so bad, I hopped the first plane out of there. You remember.”

She did remember. It had scared her too.

“And now?”

“Now, I’m looking for more and I want it with you.”

His words thrilled her, the icy, hot rush coursing through her veins. She wanted to run and wanted to stay. She wanted to scream and she wanted to kiss him senseless. Emotions morphed together into a huge ball of frustration that sat heavy in her gut. The urge to lash out in frustration was one she barely contained.

“So I’m supposed to give up all my plans to come back here and play happy farmer’s wife?”

“You can have your business here.”

“With your mom?”

“Yes. Or with a spa in Roanoke, or you can open your own business and be independent.”

“Lucky, I have an amazing deal on the table that I have to sign within the next couple of weeks or it’s gone forever. I don’t have enough in savings to get a loan to do it on my own and these guys are covering a good part of what is normally my investment cost. I cannot just throw away years of hard work to see if we’d work out.”

“You
know
how good we are together.”

“Only for a few days at a time. In bed. Most couples never last past the honeymoon stage, and that’s all we’ve ever had.”

“What made you such a cynic?”

“Oh, Bobby wasn’t my only poor choice. Just the first.” She brought up another option. “Why can’t you come to Hawaii? It’s beautiful, modern, so much more to offer than here.”

“The farm is here.”

“So your dad is going to sell it to you?”

“He will.” Lucky’s jaw was set, eyes hard with determination.

He scooted forward, large hands hooking under her body to pull her into his lap. She pushed against him, resenting his manhandling but also finding his touch comforting. In his arms she could pretend they weren’t really at odds.