His Firefly Cowgirl by Beth Williamson

Author:Beth Williamson [Williamson, Beth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Beth Williamson
Published: 2015-10-04T14:00:00+00:00

The gray light of dawn slid through the curtains. Dax dozed with Sophie curled around him, her mahogany hair soft as a feather on his bare chest. She’d cried for both of them.

The time he’d spent with Sophie the last day had been a maddening mixture of frustration, annoyance, anger, arousal, passion and sadness. A cocktail of ups and downs it would take at least a week to recover from. If ever.

He forgot how she felt against him, her softness surrounding him, reminding him what he’d been missing. He was a fool to have had sex with her and an even worse fool to allow the painful thoughts out of his heart.

He’d kept the feelings hidden, crammed into dark recesses where he didn’t expect to let them out again. When he’d come into the room to check on her, she’d looked angelic, sleeping like a baby. She was so damn beautiful it made his eyes ache.

Dax struggled to leave her then. He stood by the window, waiting for the urge to check on her to pass. His heart told him to take a chance. His head told him to run. Then she’d woken up and all hell had broken loose.

Sharp words had been thrown, leaving wounds and ragged emotions. Dax sighed and wondered what would happen tomorrow when she was gone again. He had a full life. He 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.

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