Page 22 of Sweet Temptation (Love & Legacy #1)

LEXIE

Time is your most precious commodity.

Spend it wisely.

—Lexie’s Secret Thoughts

L ucky and I stay wrapped up like that for hours.

Neither of us willing to speak or move or break the silence—because when we do, the spell will be broken.

The night will be over. There will be no going back.

And as strong as I am, I’m not sure I have the strength to be the one to walk away tonight.

Doing something your head knows is the right thing is so much easier when your heart is on board, and my heart isn’t on board.

How can it be when this man has held me for hours like I’m the most precious thing in the world?

He’s held me the way I always wished he would.

It feels just as intimate as the other night and somehow hurts even worse.

The finality of walking away is too much.

I swallow back the silent sob that’s working its way up my throat, and Lucky kisses my cheeks. “No tears, Lex.”

“I’m not crying,” I lie and lift my head. Wrong move. Epically bad. Because this close, my God, it’s too much. I can’t—and neither can he.

I don’t know who moves first.

We both just move.

My hands go to his face, and his slide to my waist.

Our lips collide, and it’s everything.

It’s fire and ice colliding in my veins.

It’s everything.

I straddle his lap, my hands all over his bare chest. My nails scoring his skin. Holding him closer. Wanting what I know I can’t ever have. “This is such a bad idea.”

Lucky bites down on my lip, and I feel it everywhere.

“Fuck that, dolcezza . This is the smartest thing we’ve ever done.” His tongue slides past my lips, and I rock against him, teasing his beautifully thick cock through my shorts and his sweats.

Lucky grips my hips, and I raise up on my knees, letting the blanket fall and deepen our kiss.

The scorching heat between us burning off any chill left by the storm.

He drags his lips over my bare shoulders and yanks down the straps of my tank, and I rip it over my head.

Needing to be skin on skin. Not wanting anything between us.

Without giving myself time to overthink, I stand and shimmy out of my cotton shorts and tug on Lucky’s gray sweats until he lifts and lets me pull them down.

“Wait,” he stops me and grabs my face with one hand, kissing me so deeply, I doubt I’ll ever be the same. “Don’t move.”

“What? Where are you going?”

“I need a condom. Give me two seconds.” He runs into the house and is back out before I can blink.

“Thank God one of us was thinking,” I moan as he takes my nipple into his mouth.

“I will always protect you, Lex.” He reaches inside my thong, and thick fingers run through my slick sex as he sits down like a king on his throne and rips open the condom. “Now put this on me, baby, and let me remind you how fucking right it feels when I’m inside you.”

Dropping to my knees, I worship his perfect cock, loving the way he tastes on my tongue as Lucky throws his head back and watches me, groaning when I stop to slide the condom down him.

We’re hurried as I rise up, and Lucky lifts me onto his lap, his tongue driving into my mouth.

“Take me inside you, dolcezza ,” he growls against my lips, and my toes curl at the desperation in his voice.

With my hands on his shoulders, I steady myself and drop down onto his beautiful dick. My body sings with the sting of pain as I stretch around him, adjusting to his thickness. “Fuck, Lucky.”

His smile is slow and so damn wicked. “Take it slow, baby.”

“I don’t want it slow,” I pant as I take him inside me, inch by agonizingly thick inch. Rising up and sliding further down with each new circle of my hips as the sting of my body stretching around his threatens to bring new tears to my eyes.

But it hurts so good.

Lucky’s big, rough hands slide up my spine and grip my shoulders, the warmth of his skin against the cool, damp air doing delicious things to my body.

“Tell me you feel this, Lex. Tell me you know we were fucking made for each other,” he demands in a gravelly, deep voice, filled with need and so much emotion, it hurts to hear. “Tell me, Lexie.”

I run my fingers over his full lips, then nip them with my teeth and suck the bottom one into my mouth.

“I feel you, Lucky . I want you .” I kiss him again.

“I feel us .” I deepen our kiss. Giving him everything I have, knowing it will never be enough.

“I want your hands on my body.” I move his hands to my breasts and mold my hands over his.

“I want your mouth on mine. I want to feel you everywhere for days.”

“I want more, Alexis.” Lucky’s fingers bruise my skin as his control snaps, and I’m slammed down on his massive cock. He tangles a hand in my hair and swallows my scream as red-hot sharp sparks of pain mix with molten hot waves of pleasure.

He breathes against my lips.

He breathes for me.

His lips ghost over mine. “I want everything.”

“I can’t,” I whisper on a ragged breath and wrap my arms around his neck, holding him as close as I possibly can. Consumed by him.

My heavy breasts brush against his firm chest, sending tiny shockwaves straight to my core as I rock my hips against him, so close.

“That’s it, baby” he soothes me and drops his mouth to my nipple as he pounds into me hard and fast in a deliciously relentless rhythm. “Look at your cunt taking my cock, Lexie. Fucking perfect.”

God, his filthy words set my whole body on fire.

My knees tremble, and my body shakes as I threaten to shatter.

I drop myself down harder—faster. Taking everything he’s giving me.

Fucking me. Filling me so completely . . .

Fingers dig into my hair, forcing me to bend my head until he’s sucking that sweet spot he already knows is going to make me scream as we both chase our pleasure.

The warmth spreading through me with my impending orgasm threatens to drag me under and never let me up until I give into it.

Give up control completely.

Give myself over to the scorching pleasure I’ll only ever feel with this man.

My orgasm steals my breath, scorching my soul as I cling to Lucky.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers as he pounds into me. “Mine, Lexie.” He slams into me over and over and over again. “Your body. Your heart. Your soul. They’re mine.”

His lips worship my skin as I shatter.

“I can’t,” I cry out.

“Yes, you fucking can. And when you can’t, I will.” A deep, guttural groan is ripped from his throat, and he lays me down, rips off the condom, and shoots hot ribbons of cum over my stomach.

Unable to move or think or process what he just said, I lie there as Lucky runs his fingers through the cum, rubbing it into my skin, then lifting his fingers and painting my lips until I open and suck his fingers clean.

“This can’t happen again,” I pant, and Lucky smiles.

“Sure it won’t, baby. You keep telling yourself that.” He lifts me with a serene smile on his sexy face. “Now let’s go get you cleaned up.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and drop my head to his shoulder.

I’ll fight with him tomorrow.