The Cowboy's Saving Grace, an erotic western novella (Taming the Cowboy) Read Online Free PDF Page B

feel weird.”
    She looked at him through her lashes. “You can’t tell me you haven’t slept with women who have kids before.”
    “Do we really want to talk about that?” Because he’d thought about whether she’d brought home men, had slept with them with his son in the next room. He’d be damned if he risked bringing that up.
    She sobered. “No. Not now.”
    She leaned forward and popped open the top button of his shirt and pressed a kiss to his chest, then the next, and the next, following the path she created. His objections fell by the wayside when she unhooked his belt buckle and blew a hot breath against the fly of his jeans. She maneuvered him so that he was sitting on the bed and she was kneeling between his legs.
    Jesus, he was easy.
    “Take off your shirt,” he murmured.
    She sat back and made a show of stripping off the tight shirt and the flimsy bra. He’d seen guys at the bar staring at her nipples through the shirt and wanted to claw their eyes out, though God knew how many men had seen her tits—and more—when she’d been stripping. He tried to remember if he’d felt jealous when he’d watched her strip before, then taken her home to bed. He just couldn’t remember.
    And then he couldn’t think, as she opened his jeans and gave his cock a long swipe with her tongue. He dug his fingers into the comforter as she rose over him, pressing light kisses over the head of his dick, suckling kisses down the length. He released the comforter to bury one hand in her hair, to guide her where he wanted her. She took a deep breath and gave a pleased hum around him, the vibration going straight to his balls. She lifted her head and used her teeth—holy shit—on the crown, which shot him from aroused to fucking crazy. Before he could react, she’d released him, only to lower her mouth to his balls, her fingers stroking while she gave him suckling little kisses. Then the teeth again.
    “Jesus, Grace!” He’d never been so goddamned hard, so desperate to empty himself. “Let me fuck you.”
    She ignored him, taking his dick back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him in quick strokes that made his head fall back, his muscles quiver in anticipation. But no, he wanted to watch her, and lowered his gaze to meet hers as her lips wrapped around him, her hand stroked the base of him.
    “I’m going to come,” he warned, feeling the sensation build from the backs of his thighs to his balls.
    She squeezed the base of his shaft, holding him off, then released him, rising in the same fluid motion. She stripped off her shorts and panties together, grabbed a condom from the nightstand and handed it to him.
    The idea that she kept condoms in the nightstand distracted him enough that she surprised him by straddling him. He sheathed himself quickly, control gone, and guided himself to her.
    She grinned as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders but leaned back to look into his eyes as she rode him, slow and easy, her pussy hot and wet. Damn, he wished he could be naked inside her. Just the thought, and the sway of her breasts, the sultry little smile on the corners of her mouth—he was going to leave her behind.
    He gave up the fight and gave into the orgasm, lifting his hips into her in rhythm with the pulses of his cock.
    She laughed. “You used to have better control, cowboy.”
    “Story of my day,” he groaned, falling back on the bed. “Couldn’t last on the horses today, either.”
    With the last of his strength, he flipped her onto her back and pumped into her, staying inside as long as he dared before the condom came loose. She gasped with each thrust and moaned in frustration when he pulled out of her to deal with the condom.
    “Don’t worry, I won’t leave you high and dry.” He stretched out beside her and circled her breast with his fingertips before sliding down her flat belly, outlining the landing strip of her pubic hair.
    She parted her legs wider and lifted her hips