Lucky Baby (Crescent Cove 11)

“Everything okay?”

My skin prickled at the sound of her voice. Now was not the time for that, but my dick had an auto-response to this woman. All hard, all the time.

“Someone tied a little dog to the underbrush.”

“What?” She pressed her hand to my lower back and crouched down beside me. “You’re kidding.”

She smelled spicy. Like cinnamon and leather and fabric softener all wrapped up in a sexy package. I hadn’t been this close to her before. Then her hair slid along my shoulder and my dick decided muddy leaves were a just fine spot for a seduction. “Nope. Hey, it’s pretty gross down here. Dirty and—”

“I’m a mechanic and metal worker, Thor. I can handle some mud.”

I twisted my shoulder enough to get a look at her. “Goddamn, you are so hot.”

She rolled her eyes. “Dog?”

“Right. Sorry.” I inched to the side to give her some room and the little dog jumped, then tried to scrabble back, but he was out of options.

“Careful.”

“I know,” I growled. “He’s tied.”

“How do you know it’s a he?”

Exasperation dented my lust haze. “I’ll let you know when I get it untied, how’s that?”

“Touchy.”

I could not get any closer to the little guy. I winced as thorns dug into my arm.

She let out an exasperated huff. “Can I help? My arms are skinnier.”

“Not in that jacket, they aren’t.”

“I can take it off.” She dropped onto her hip on the ground beside me.

“I think I’m good. Can you get my knife out of my holster?”

“Holster? Seriously?”

I tried to relax as the pup shook uncontrollably. “It’s sharp. Would you rather I sliced open my leg every time I bent down?”

“Good point.” Her long fingers slid along my belt then grazed my skin. “Where the hell is it?”

“Other side.” My voice lowered and I focused on the little dude in front of me, not the fact that my dream woman was in my space for the first time.

She grunted and leaned over me. Her scent was gonna end me. I wanted it all over my skin. And then there was her hair. It was dripping all over my shoulders and tickling my sides. Her fingernails skimmed over my lower belly and I nearly groaned.

“You’re killing me here.”

“I can’t find the snap. There it is. Oh…” She cleared her throat. “I got it.”

She tried not to touch me, but our closeness made that impossible. Her curtain of glorious, soft, fistable hair draped over me. I really wanted to revisit this scenario very soon.

Preferably without our clothes and the mud. Though that might work in an entirely different fantasy…

Focus on the trapped dog, Roberts.

She finally collapsed next to me. “Okay, got it.”