Cowgirl Fever (Novak Springs Book 1) by Dawn Brower Read Free Book Online Page A

leaned forward to smooth away the wrinkles on her shirt, he got a better look at her ass. His mouth watered at the sight, and he ached to reach over and give it a hard squeeze while he took the time to sink his mouth into her lush bosom. It gave him ideas of what he could do with her once he got her naked and in that exact position.
    She turned toward him, and as she looked at him, her tongue slowly ran over her lips. In that moment he knew that she was going to be the one woman he couldn’t resist. She was going to be his, if only for a little while. Miss Butterscotch Locks would be the exception to his one night rule. Oh yes, she will be in my bed for as many nights as I can charm her into it, he thought as he hoped she was one of the program’s two-week guests. That might be enough time to get her out of his system. Heavy emphasis on the might. He suspected it wouldn’t nearly be enough time to satisfy his lust for her. He brushed his sweaty hands on the side of his dusty jeans and walked toward her. As he neared her, she looked him over as if trying to figure him out. He must be quite a sight. The chores in the barn had gotten quite dirty, and he was covered in dust from head to toe. A shower was calling his name, and he had been aiming to get inside of one when he stepped outside of the barn.
    “Can I help you, ma’am?” he asked.
    “Ma’am? Seriously, do I look like a ma’am?” the woman said sarcastically and shook her head. “I’m sorry, it’s been one hell of a long trip to get here. I’m looking for Emmaline Novak.”
    “I might be able to help you with that.” The corner of his lip curved up into a half smile. “I happen to know her very well. Are you one of her guests?”
    “Ginnifer Zeiss,” she said as she held her hand out to him. “I need to tell her that Tori won’t be here until tomorrow and to, well, get settled in. I need to rest, I’ve been traveling since eight o’clock this morning. The trip from New York was hell, and I could seriously use some down time. God, I am rambling, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect jet lag to hit me quite this hard.”
    I sure would like to hit you hard. He shook the idea out of his head. One thing at a time; she needs to get settled in. Ginnifer. It was too long. He needed to think of a fitting nickname for the gorgeous woman standing in front of him. He had never been swayed by someone’s appearance, but he believed by the time she left, he was going to know this female quite well. It would be a vacation she wouldn’t soon forget, and the bonus was that she was leaving in two weeks and he wouldn’t have to see her again. Sounded like a win-win situation in his mind. The key was to try to charm her from the start and maybe they could get a lot closer and soon. Who was he kidding? He wasn’t capable of real charm. She would be his, though, make no mistake about it.
    Dallas reached out and shook her hand. “Nice to meet you, Gin. If you follow me inside, I’ll see if I can find Emma.”
    Ginnifer raised her eyebrows, mocking him. “Gin? I’m not some kind of alcohol you can swill at your convenience. Please call me Ginnifer if you’re going to be less formal.”
    Dallas’s lips lifted into a smile that could only be described as cocky. The corners of his mouth lifted partially up and his eyes narrowed. His gaze traveled her body upward from her feet, slowing over her torso and chest, and then up to stare boldly in her sea-green eyes. “Trust me, I’d take the time to savor every inch of you. Swill isn’t in my vocabulary. Come along, Gin, and I’ll get my sister for you.”
    Dallas started to walk to the front door as Ginnifer followed. They walked in, and he led her into a bright sunny kitchen. The whole room was squeaky clean. There were several fresh rolls cooling on the counters and a huge pot of vegetable beef soup simmering on the stove. The aroma was mouthwatering. It had been ages since he had eaten anything and couldn’t wait to taste