His Southern Temptation(5)

By: Robin Covington


She was tall, her length stretched out under most of his six-foot-three-inch frame even with their legs tangled together. And he could feel every inch of her long, silky-skinned limbs as they extended out of the sexiest, tiniest pair of boy shorts ever sold without a warning label. Those shorts, coupled with the tiny tank top, left absolutely everything to fuel his imagination.

Damn, she smelled good too. From where his face rested in the crook between her face and her shoulder, he was enveloped in the combination of coconut and a sharp, exotic floral scent. Their exertion had caused the unique combination to intensify, and he couldn’t resist taking one last deep breath and dragging it in. It reminded him of the beach, long summer days, and suntan oil.

“Are we going to lie here all night?” Her voice was breathy, but she maintained a healthy edge of “kiss my ass” in the delivery.

“Nope. Only until the sheriff arrives and he confiscates the gun you tried to kill me with.”

“I didn’t try to kill you.”

“Sugar, if you point a gun at me you better be prepared to—” Lucky lifted his head to get a good look at his would-be assassin, and the shock of her identity hit him between the eyes, swirled around for a bit, and melted his brain. The hair was different, shorter and colored in broad stripes of blond and darkest brown, but he’d know those eyes anywhere—hazel with all the colors of autumn on the mountain—just like her brother, Teague. Just like all the Elliotts.

“Holy shit. Taylor?”

“Lucky?”

“What the hell are you doing here?” Shock, instant remorse at the way he’d tackled her, and the crazy need to touch her threaded together in his mind in a confusing jumble of conflicting desires. The only clear thought was that Taylor was here—in the flesh— after two long years. He didn’t even mind his hands shaking as he released her arms from over her head, trailing his fingers down one smooth cheek, and finally stopping to cup her jaw in a light grip that forced her to maintain eye contact. Not that he needed to—her gaze never wavered from his. The warmth of welcome and the edge of heat in her expression made his fingertips tingle where they stroked her skin. “The last time I saw you in Elliott, you were stealing my car.”

“I only borrowed it. I called to tell you where I left it.” Her sexy lower lip pushed out in an amused pout, and instantly he was back in the moment outside the church when he’d gotten the first full-throttle view of the woman who’d been hiding inside her all along. Damn, she was still the most exciting woman he’d ever known.

“You took the keys out of my pocket when you kissed me.”

Lucky still remembered that kiss. There had been nights in the desert and shittier places where that kiss had pulled him through to the dawn. The kiss had been way too short, with lots of tongue, a truckload of regret, and the bitter edge of good-bye. As always, the memory of her caused his body to react, and the arousal coursing through him battled the adrenaline to heighten the buzz in his brain.

It never mattered to him that she was wearing a wedding dress meant for another man when he’d held her close and tasted her passion. And it didn’t even factor into the equation that she was his best friend’s little sister and should have been off-limits.

Taylor shifted underneath him, one leg wrapping around his hip as her muscles softened and invited him closer. Her movement brought his hard-on into contact with the heat between her legs, and he fought the urge to rock against her and finish what had begun over a decade earlier. He should get up. He should let her go. This was crazy. This was still wrong.

They always did this to each other—pushed the limits of their sanity with this impossible lust. The only thing that ever came of it was stolen moments, sad good-byes, and regret. Time and distance were the only things that kept them from driving each other insane.

The times they’d hooked up after her flight from Elliott had been amazing, sexy, decadent, and addictive. They’d also been clandestine, in Hawaii or whatever place their paths crossed, which added a dirty little thrill to the whole affair.

The stroke of her fingers through his hair had him leaning into it, begging for more. Lucky closed his eyes and let her tug his head down until their foreheads rested against each other, her warm breath skimming across his skin and making him shiver. Her chest shook in silent laughter at his reaction, but he won the battle when he grazed the smooth skin at the edge of her boy shorts and slipped underneath, raising goose bumps on the sensitive skin along the crease between her hip and stomach. Taylor gasped, her fingers tightening in his hair until he saw sparks behind his eyes from the twinge of pain.

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