Page 51 of Sweet Temptation
A need stronger than any storm hits me hard and fast, and I wrap my arms around Lucky as we fuck our way into oblivion.
Lost in the perfect.
Lost in him.
LEXIE
Being a functioning adult every day seems a bit extreme, don’t you think?
—Lexie’s Secret Thoughts
Lucky’s lips are pressed to my shoulder when I wake up. The storm has passed, and the sun is shining through the open curtains. And in the light of the morning, everything feels different.
Harder.
Lucky wraps an arm around me, dragging me closer, and I let him.
Everything’s changed.
He kissed me all night long. Every time he reached for me, his lips brushed my skin as if a magnetic force demanded it. I blame that same force for waking up in Lucky’s bed. I had no intention of staying in here, but damn him for giving me the best sex and the best sleep of my life.
“Stop thinking so hard, Lex.” His sleepy, sexy voice is like nails on a chalkboard.
“I can’t be here,” I whisper, wishing I still had the cover of darkness to hide behind.
But Lucky doesn’t release me. He drags me closer.
Holds me tighter.
Like he can change things by sheer strength.
Why do men always think they can bend reality to their will if they’re strong enough?
“I know for a fact the shop is closed on Mondays,dolcezza. You have time. I don’t have to be at the field for an hour. It takes twenty minutes to get there. That leaves me at least twenty more minutes of this.” His hand slides between my thighs, and I forget the argument that was on the tip of my tongue.
That is until the front door opens.
Shit.
“Lucky—” I hiss as his finger strokes me. “Stop.”
“That’s not what you were saying?—”
“Lucky. Lincoln just got home, and our clothes are in the kitchen.” Sex-drunk did not make for the most responsible Lexie. The only good choice I made was making sure we used condoms. Lots of condoms. I lost track after four. Maybe five. And there goes my mind again.
I shove at Lucky’s chest and pinch his nipple when he smiles at me. “You have to get our clothes before Linc sees them. Tell him you’ve got a girl in here. Tell him whatever you have to. Just get our clothes.”
Crap. I think I’m going to be sick, and the big, sexy, asshole next to me is smiling.
“What are you doing? Get up.” I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“I got them last night, Lex. They’re on the chair.”
My entire body relaxes, and the fight-or-flight adrenaline bleeds free from my nervous system. Oh thank goodness.
“Lucky,” Linc calls out, and I freeze, right back where I was a moment ago.
“Up here, man,” he calls back, and I stare in shock.
