Page 87 of Lucky Shot
“It should be. You’re really good at it.”
I spin her around. She wobbles, but I steady her with a hand at the back of her neck and another at her thigh.
She giggles again. The sound worms its way through my chest and warmth spreads through me. My fingers slip under the hem of her dress. She arches into me, pushing her perfect ass into my crotch and driving me out of my fucking mind.
“I’m good at a lot of things, Red. Spread those legs for me and let me show you.”
She does, flashing a smile over her shoulder at me. Fuck, she’s sexy. Sunshine and happiness, sass and wit. I didn’t think I had a type, but I just hadn’t met her yet.
My palms glide over smooth skin as they travel up her thighs. “These little dresses and skirts you’re always wearing make me insane.”
“Good. I should have some retribution for freezing my ass off all the time.”
“This ass?” I slide my hand up and squeeze one lace-covered globe.
She nods frantically, letting out a little whimper.
“Let’s see what we can do about that.” I spin her around again so we’re chest to chest, then crash my mouth down onto hers. This woman. This goddamn woman.
Both of my palms cover that gorgeous ass as I walk her back to the edge of the bed and ease her onto it. I stand in front of her.
“So many inside thoughts.” Her lips curve up, taunting, as she sits on the mattress.
“You better get ready to scream them, Red.”
“That right?” She gets to her feet and slowly fingers the hem of her dress. I’m frozen, captivated. My gut swirls and a deep ache slices my chest as she slowly lifts the fabric up, exposing her panties, then her stomach, and then the dress is lifted over her head.
She holds the material in one hand as she stands before me in nothing but lingerie. Black and lacy. The definition of temptation if I’ve ever seen it.
“Goddamn beautiful,” I mutter.
“Was that an inside thought?” she asks as she drops the dress to the floor.
“No, Red. I don’t plan on holding back a single thought tonight either.” I hook my finger in the front of her bra and tug her to me. “But the only thing I’m thinking is how badly I need to be inside you.”
“What a coincidence.” All her earlier sass is gone, and her voice quivers, and her chest rises and falls with quick breaths. She reaches around behind her with one hand and unhooks her bra.
Her breasts are as perfect as the rest of her. Light pink nipples almost as pale as her skin are peaked tight, begging meto glide my tongue over them. Something I have every intention of doing.
“Get on the bed, baby.”
She steps backward and sits slowly, all the while eyeing me.
With one arm, I reach back and pull my T-shirt over my head. Ruby’s gaze is locked on my every movement.
Several seconds stretch out with silence as she openly checks me out with appreciation.
“Fuck me,” she mumbles under her breath as her stare continues to roam over my bare chest. The tip of her tongue darts out to wet her lips.
“That’s the plan.” Since the moment she showed up, I’ve been fighting this, but right now I can’t remember any of the reasons why.
I toss my shirt and then, as I toe off my shoes, I unbutton my jeans. My dick throbs against the rigid denim.
“Need some help?” she asks when I don’t immediately push my pants to the floor.
Smirking, I shake my head slowly. From my wallet, I grab a condom, then toss it on the nightstand. When I step in front of her, she lights up with a smile.
“This mouth.” I swipe my thumb over her lips.
