His Firefly Cowgirl by Beth Williamson Read Free Book Online

didn’t need a woman, and he especially didn’t need Sophie.
    That didn’t mean he didn’t want her.
    If he were lucky, Myron would have towed her car and fixed it before Dax dropped her off. Then he could say goodbye and she would be on her way.
    “Is it tomorrow?” Her sleep-tinged voice stopped his musings and startled his dick awake.
    That wasn’t good.
    “Yep.”
    Oh hell, she was naked too. The blanket slipped off her shoulder and he remembered how she looked last night, punching him, her face full of fire. Her soft, curvy body bared for his view.
    Shitfire.
    “We should get up.”
    “Ah, yeah, we should.” Parts of his anatomy were already up, like, really up.
    “You’re comfortable.”
    A strangled sound came out of his throat.
    A few moments passed before she came into full wakefulness. Then she must’ve realized exactly what was poking her in the hip.
    “It’s morning.”
    “We already covered that.” He didn’t know whether to move and allow her to keep her dignity, or let her escape to keep his dignity.
    “This is awkward.”
    “We’ve had a few of those moments since yesterday.”
    She tried to wiggle off his lap and instead managed to turn herself until his dick ended up between her thighs. He sucked in a breath, tortured by the soft trap.
    “And a few more ahead apparently.” She glanced up at him, her dark eyes a mixture of arousal and confusion. He had to pull back and save both of them. A gentleman would.
    “We shouldn’t have done what we did yesterday.”
    “Bareback no less.”
    “I’m clean.”
    “So am I, but that doesn’t prevent pregnancy.”
    His gut slammed up to his throat then back down to his feet. “What was that?”
    “That’s how babies are made, Dax. I thought for sure you’d taken sex ed in high school.” She sighed. The very thought of a baby made Dax want to jump out of the bed and run like hell. It also made him imagine what a baby would look like, half Sophie, half himself.
    What in the ever-loving hell was he doing?
    “I, uh, should’ve thought of that.” His lame excuse was met with silence.
    “There’s no help for it. I’m gonna have to bare my boobs to get out of this,” she finally said.
    He tried to stop her. He truly did, but she rolled onto her back, baring those beautiful orbs to his view. The dark pink nipples hardened as the cool air hit them.
    His mouth watered. “Damn, woman. You are hot as hell.”
    She blinked. “Really?”
    “God, yes.” He leaned down and pulled one nipple into his mouth. His hard-on did a happy dance.
    She groaned and tugged at his hair. “Jeeezus.”
    He suckled, nibbled and laved at the turgid peaks, her skin as sweet as honey. His pulse notched up with each suck, his heart beating a faster rhythm.
    Thump-thump-thump.
    “We can’t do this again, cowboy.” She ran her hands up and down his back, a purring emanating from her throat. “Not after all we said.”
    He didn’t stop. Didn’t even consider stopping. Nope. Too lost in the delicious breasts in his mouth. He moved to the other breast and his hand crept down her belly. Her pussy called to his fingers, the scent of her arousal teasing his nostrils.
    Good God, she was all sweet, wet heat.
    He slid through her silken folds until he reached her clit. She arched her back, pushing her nipple farther into his mouth. As he pleasured her, his own body throbbed with need. He wanted to plunge into the heated depths, to bring both of them to the ultimate release.
    “We should stop.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “Right there. Harder. Harder.”
    He continued to pluck and circle her hot button. She started to make chuffing noises and he knew she was close. He bit her nipple and she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her.
    “Do you have protection?” Her voice was husky and sliced through his self-control.
    He jumped to his feet and raced to the bathroom, hoping his stash was still in the drawer. “Bingo!” He snagged a condom and made quick work