Free Dare to be Dirty (The Dirty Girls Book Club #2) by Savanna Fox

deliberately, and gently, though his body urged him to just take her, hard and fast.
    Her lips opened to him on a honeyed sigh, and her tongue met his. It didn’t take much coaxing before she was kissing him eagerly again, reaching her arms around to stroke down his back and squeeze his ass.
    Her eyes were shut, her lashes silky and long against the upper curves of her cheeks. Then her lashes fluttered, her eyes drifted open. She gazed into his eyes, then past his face, and her eyes widened. “Oh,” she breathed. “The stars. We’re kissing under the stars. That’s so cool.”
    Kissing her was cool. He didn’t much care where they did it.
    He took her mouth again, felt her eager response. No, “cool” was the wrong word. Her body, her mouth, the woman was
hot
. And he was hot for her. Lust sparked between them and the kiss went deeper, wilder. He hooked his hands under her butt and hoisted her up into his arms. His sore back gave a twinge, but he quickly forgot the pain as Kim wrapped her legs around him and clung. Still kissing, he ground his erection against her center, and she pressed back.
    “Oh God,” she breathed when he broke the kiss.
    “Yeah.” Need consumed him, drove him. He lowered her onto the hood of the truck, hurriedly put the bottles on the ground, then raised the hem of her skirt.
    * * *
    O h God, oh God, she’d had sex before, but Kim had never felt like this, never experienced anything like this.
    A starry, starry night, tall trees all around, air as pure as water from a mountain spring. Her body soft and mellow but on fire at the same time, her sex pulsing with need, hot moisture seeping from her. The man—this tough, hard-bodied cowboy, this smooth dancer, this incredibly sexy kisser—his big hands brushing her legs as he lifted her skirt.
    She’d never wanted anything as much as she wanted this man, this moment, under the stars.
    Ty found the side straps of her thong, his roughened skin a sensual caress against the tender skin of her hips. He peeled her underwear off and fresh air brushed her damp pussy. Then he rolled her skirt to her waist, baring her to the air, the stars, and his gaze.
    Shameless. Like the song.
She should protest, but she couldn’t. She needed him. Here, now.
    “Jesus, Kim, you’re pretty,” he said in a rough-edged croon. “So pretty.”
    He stood back, deftly undid his fancy belt buckle, and unzipped his fly.
    She watched, captivated. This was all so foreign. Sex was about taking off clothes and neatly folding them, sliding under covers, hugging and stroking until arousal glowed.
    But not now. This was so raw, such a weird mix of elements. The most romantic starry sky she’d ever seen. The elaborate buckle that proclaimed this man the toughest of the tough. Under her thighs, the chilled metal of a truck with a ranch logo. The visceral need that had her clenching her thighs against the ache. So unreal, all of it. Exactly like something out of an erotic novel.
    She was living an erotic novel and felt sexier than she’d ever have believed possible. She leaned back, straight armed, to rest her hands against the hood, flaunting her body.
    Ty groaned and grabbed his wallet from a jeans pocket. He found a condom, unwrapped it, then shoved down his jeans and underwear in one rough sweep.
    His cock sprang free, and she stifled a gasp. It was full and bold, bigger than she’d ever seen, more arousing than she’d have believed possible. She wanted to hold it, stroke it, suck it. But later. Right now, as more moisture slipped down her thighs, she wanted him inside her. Needed him inside her, to satisfy the ache he’d created.
    “Ty,” she moaned, “I need you.”
    “Jesus, yeah.” He sheathed himself. Were those strong, capable hands actually shaking?
    The hood of the truck was high enough that she was at his chest level. He grasped her thighs firmly, separated them, and leaned forward to bury his face between them.
    Startled, she let out a squeak, but it