His Southern Temptation by Robin Covington Page B

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