“Trista?” He pulled her hand so that her will-less body
had no choice but to follow. She
conservatively sat down at his side, still unsure of what he was willing to do,
and then he spoke again. “You know, I’ve
never met a woman with your confidence. Your feelings don’t get hurt very easily and the way you tease me, it’s
refreshing. You’re not fake —”
“You’re being way too nice, Lucky,” she
managed to let out in a husky, breathy voice. She slid the hand bearing most of her weight under the covers until she
felt his warm side.
“No, I know you’re not perfect. None of us are, but I want you to know I’m
glad you’re showing me the real you.” He
touched her face gently but it scorched her all the same. “Come here, lay down with me.”
Surely she was dehydrated and in need of water. But no, he
really had just scooted over and made sure the area he’d been laying on had
warmed enough for her. A true invitation to join him in the bed.
She waited for a moment, memorizing the
way he looked at her. Sincere and kind,
his turquoise blue eyes stayed locked on her.
Out of habit, she slipped her dress over
her head. His head fell back into the
pillow just enough to elongate his thick neck and scrumptious throat when she
realized she was standing in front of him in nothing but her bra and
panties. She let the dress fall to the
floor alongside Lucky’s shirt then slowly climbed in beside him, feeling sexy
and feminine under his gaze. She
instantly enjoyed his warmth and he smiled, covering her all the way up to her
neck with the comforter.
“Hi,” she said.
“Hi, darlin’.”
Lucky held her face in his two capable
hands as they lay side by side.
While she wished for his kiss, wonder
filled her at the way he continued to pet her cheek bones and the tops of her
ears, the rim of her jaw.
Her dark heart softened at his tenderness
but there was no denying the spasms coursing through the rest of her body,
leaving her all achy and wet for him. She wanted Lucky to know he didn’t have
to hold back on account of no-good manners. Finding the elastic holding his ponytail, she tugged it loose. Her
fingers fanned through his hair, mussing it up and giving him the appearance of
a sexy golden angel who would make some seriously good love to her if they could
just get that far.
Mmm, his thick, lush waves were longer
than she realized as they fell against his stubbled cheek. He had appeared clean-shaven that morning but
his whiskers had come back in already and all she could think of was how
wonderful it would feel for the parts of her that were rarely touched to be
scraped by them. Fascinated by his body
hair, she wondered what she’d find if she slid her hands down that trail on his
trim, tanned belly and into his jeans. Would her fingers tangle in a thick, course patch or would they glide
through, letting her easily find her way to the bulge she’d seen growing in his
pants? Her female yearnings for a man’s
man, someone rugged and tough enough to deal with her and her world, were fully
awake now.
Burning up for the chance to touch more
of Lucky, she pulled a wavy lock away from his face and trailed it down,
wrapped between her first two fingers, until it sprang free. Had it not bounced back, it would have lay resting
just below his shoulders she was now holding. She had become so enamored of it that his long-awaited kiss landing on
her mouth made her grab at his shoulders and dig her nails into his heated
flesh. He smiled. And then continued taking
his time. The way he used his tongue so seductively in her mouth, she
knew it was his way, a man’s way, of showing he would be equally capable in
other places should she allow him. Could
she raise her hand now and tell him she was so very agreeable to that?
She could taste the Coca-Cola holding
fast to his taste buds. And the Tic-Tac
he had