Mr. Unlucky

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Book: Read Mr. Unlucky for Free Online
Authors: BA Tortuga
Tags: contemporary western romance
perfect.”
    “Appetizer. I like it.” He picked her right up and carried her to the bedroom.
    She wrapped her legs around him, fingers working his buttons open as he walked. By the time they hit the bed and bounced, his shirt was gone. Her little halter was way easier than her bra had been last time, so they got skin on skin early on.
    God, she was something, stretched out on his bed, all curves and sweet, smooth skin. He pushed her tiny shorts down her legs, caressing all the way back up.
    Thong.
    Hot pink thong.
    Oh, God.
    Bodie just stopped for a moment, torn between leaving it on for a bit and tearing the little scrap of lace right off. It was a fantastic sort of quandary.
    She chuckled, winked, then slid one side of the thong down, exposing shaved skin.
    Bodie stared. Hard. That was. Oh. “You been busy.”
    “I have.” She pinked for him, looking a little worried.
    Easing the thong all the way off, Bodie stroked her skin, amazed at the softness of it. “I like it, honey.”
    She spread and he could see her flushed, bare skin, the hint of wetness proving that she wanted him. God, she was something. Bodie touched her, his fingers sliding against her pussy, the heat there almost shocking.
    Her legs parted for him, just like her pretty pink lips did. “Cowboy, you have the best hands.”
    “You feel like fire, honey. I could just touch you forever.” He slipped one finger inside her, bending to kiss her hard. She opened up, her nails digging into his shoulders. Little wildcat. He needed more, so he rocked closer, just wanting to cover her with his body and go to town.
    He pushed deeper, and Addie groaned, one leg pulling up.
    “Were you thinking about me on the way over, honey?” She was so ready for him, so perfect.
    “Mmm. I was doing quadratic equations.” Little tease.
    “Stacked and smart. How did I get so lucky?” Condoms. He’d bought more at the store. Had he been smart enough to stash them in the bedroom?
    She laughed, rolled under him and took him in deeper. “Oh, damn. Damn, Bodie.”
    “Mmm hmm. I need a rubber, but damn, I don’t want to let go.” She didn’t seem to mind the commentary, and he couldn’t seem to stop babbling, so he guessed it worked.
    Addie’s low moan as he added another finger, started nudging her clit with his thumb, told him she wasn’t in the place for him to run out to the front room and dig through Wal-Mart bags. Not yet.
    No, she needed him right there, and Bodie wasn’t one to leave a lady hanging. He worked her with his hand, his mouth on her skin, his lips sliding down her throat. She smelled like flowers, left the barest hint of salt on his tongue. He followed the curve of her breast, mouth hungry for the taste of her pink, stiff nipples.
    She shook for him when he licked at one, so he wrapped his lips around it and sucked. She was like ripe strawberries. God, that was such a cliché, but it was true.
    “Bodie! Cowboy, please!” She arched her back, nipple pushing deeper. He’d never met a girl that wanted so good. She wasn’t skanky; not at all. Addie was just as sensual a woman as ever was. She felt things all the way.
    He gave her more, licking this way and that, pushing with his tongue while his fingers worked her over.
    She shivered for him, thighs shaking as she came, calling out his name.
    “Oh, honey.”
    Addie flushed a delicious rose color from her cheeks to her belly ring, and he kissed her while she shook, loving on her.
    “Wow.” She licked at his lips, panting softly. “Wow, cowboy. Good ride.”
    “You’re on fire today, honey.” He eased away, his everything aching. “I’m gonna be crass and go get the condoms I left in the other room.”
    “Hurry back.” She sat up a little on one elbow, giving him all that pale skin to admire.
    He stared at her a moment, from her creamy, perfect breasts to her slick folds, still exposed, before practically running to the front room. He was so ready he was afraid he’d pop just from the

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