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

caught would be so embarrassing. But on the other hand, she felt delightfully naughty. Good girl Kim would never do anything so daring. Good girl Kim would be shocked. She smothered a giggle against Ty’s neck. Tonight, with Ty, she’d created dirty girl Kim.
    The voices veered off, and a moment later a door closed with a
clunk
.
    “That was close,” Ty’s voice rumbled close to her ear. Gently, he let her down until her shoes touched the ground. “Sorry, I got carried away. This was crazy.”
    She grinned, feeling her skirt drift down to cover her legs. “Crazy isn’t always bad. I’d just as soon no one else came along though.”
    His hand cupped her shoulder. “I’m with you on that. Let’s go inside.”

Seven
    T y pulled up his jeans and boxer briefs, which were tangled around his lower legs. Man, when Kim made up her mind, she sure got into it. He’d broken his six-month drought with a bang. He picked up the two bottles of beer, which they’d somehow managed not to knock over, and found the room key in his pocket. He unlocked the door of the log cabin and clicked on a lamp. “Sorry, it’s nothing fancy.”
    Kim walked in and put her yellow bag and her discarded thong on a table by the door.
    He handed her the bottle of beer, and she glanced around the room. He hoped the place wasn’t a mood-buster. It sure wasn’t city-sophisticated and it definitely wasn’t artsy, but it was clean and cozy, with wood furniture and red and brown plaid upholstery. His rigging bag rested on a chair, his open duffel was on another, and his straw Resistol hat sat on the bedside table. On the road, he rarely bothered to unpack.
    She tilted the bottle to her mouth and took a long swallow. “Nice hat, cowboy.”
    “If you’re good, I’ll let you try it on.”
    Mischief lit her dark eyes. “Didn’t I already prove that I’m good?”
    He chuckled. “Yeah, you got a point. Okay, you can wear my hat, but before you start putting on clothes, let’s take some off.”
    He guided her toward the four-poster bed and put both bottles on the side table. Hoping his rough hands wouldn’t damage the delicate fabric, he tugged the floaty blouse up over her head and tossed it onto the bed. Under it, she wore a skimpy body-hugging top in vivid turquoise. No bra; he could tell from the way her nipples poked through the thin cotton.
    He undid the fastenings of her skirt and she caught it as it dropped, stepping out of it and laying it over the back of a chair.
    The top was cropped, not quite reaching her waist. What a picture she made, all slim and sexy and, somehow, kind of elegant: tousled black hair with turquoise streaks, fine-featured face, sleek torso clad in turquoise, and all the rest of her naked and golden in the lamplight. Gently curved, nicely toned arms and legs, flat belly, and a tiny, enticing vee of black hair, an arrow pointing to treasure.
    He didn’t get much chance to admire because she was fumbling with the top snap on his shirt, clearly expecting a button.
    “Lie down and let me do this,” he told her.
    “As long as I can watch.” She pulled down the bedspread and slipped between the sheets, sitting up against pillows. Picking up her beer bottle, she ran her tongue around the rim, then took a swallow.
    His cock promptly imagined that tongue circling it, and, despite having climaxed explosively only a few minutes ago, stirred to life again. He tugged the front of the shirt so the snap-style buttons popped open one by one. A couple shrugs of his shoulders and the shirt slid off. He sat on the edge of the bed to take off his boots, his back registering a protest as he bent down.
    She giggled. “You don’t wear them to bed.”
    “Not if I want to get my jeans off.” He stood, peeled off his jeans and boxer briefs, and left his clothes on the floor.
    She stared, wide-eyed. “You have an amazing body.”
    “You stole my line.” He dropped to the side of the bed and touched her cheek. “You do, Kim. Such a