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friction of his jeans.
    The rubbers were where he could find them, and he started unfastening his jeans on the way back, wanting nothing more than to bury himself in Addie’s sweet body. Bodie skinned his jeans down by the bedroom door, hopping to pull off his boots all the way to the bed.
    Soft laughter met him, Addie clapping. “Beautiful.”
    How did that not sound mean? Mocking? It didn’t, even if he felt like he was doing the bunny hop instead of a sexy bump and grind. He grinned. “Thanks, honey. Shall I strike a pose?”
    Her arms opened wide. “Over here.”
    “Hey, you.” He came down on her, his legs tangling with hers. “So pretty.”
    “And you’re a lady’s wet dream.” She pushed right against him, every inch of her.
    “Thank you.” He meant it, too. That kind of honesty was a huge ego booster for a man. So was her enthusiasm. He dug a condom out of the now-squashed box.
    Her fingers dragged along his prick, tugging the sensitive skin. He drew in a deep breath, his body jerking. “Careful now.”
    “Mmm. I promise.” She cupped his balls, hands warm, so soft. She was gentle, but firm, rolling them a little, pulling down just enough to give him some control back.
    He rolled the condom on, looked over at her, grinning as she drew him right where he wanted to be. Bodie settled between her thighs, his cock pushing against her slit, his chest heaving as he tried to breathe.
    “You’re okay.” She leaned up, kissed him, slow and lazy, easy, even as her heat surrounded him.
    He was. Well, he was so much better than okay. Still, he was able to relax a little, start moving with her like he wanted to. Her sweet body shifted, moved under him, slid and held his cock, so perfect. He loved the way they fit, the way she felt small and delicate when he held her, but how strong she was when he was in her.
    “Mmm. Just like that.” Her hands traced his skin, his chest, his belly.
    All he had to do was brace himself on his hands and move his hips. That and kiss her like he was starving.
    She met each and every thrust, rocking into him, moaning into their kisses. She didn’t seem to care that he needed to shave, or that he smelled like he’d been loading feed. Addie just wrapped around him and hung on.
    Addie squeezed her legs together, cunt gripping his cock.
    His head snapped up, and Bodie stared at her, his hips slapping her skin. “Christ, woman.”
    “You like that.”
    “A dead man would like that.” He might just die. Really. Happy.
    “No zombie sex.”
    Fuck, she made him laugh. Even during sex. He’d never known anyone like her. Addie grinned, winked at him, then squeezed again.
    His whole body jerked, his eyes trying to roll back in his head. This was never going to last, not the way she was going. Bodie grabbed her close and shifted to his back, turning the tables on her by sinking much deeper.
    “Oh!” She braced herself on his chest, gasped. Hell, yes. Look at that woman.
    Bodie grinned. “Now that’s something else, honey.”
    “Uh-huh. Something. Damn.” Her head fell back, throat working. Her breasts pushed up, bouncing, and he hummed, leaning up to capture her right nipple between his lips.
    He loved feeling what that did to her, feeling her body ripple around him. It made him feel tall as mountains, making her happy, hearing that moan. One of her hands supported him and she rocked, her butt smacking on his thighs. The tiny sounds were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. Bodie moaned against her skin, using his teeth just a little. Her fingers dug into his hair, nails stinging as her body fluttered around him. Hell, yes. Bodie started moving again, hips driving up, pulling her down with his hands. Hot and wet, she moved on him, surrounding him in silk. It was like the best kind of dream, the type a man never wanted to wake from.
    “Bodie.” She whispered his name, gasped and then came again, shaking around him.
    “Oh, fuck, honey.” He lost it, his hips smacking her ass