His Southern Temptation by Robin Covington Page A

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.
    “Fuck. 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,