Wild Cowboy Nights (Foolproof Love 1-3)

Her body flushed hot. Guess he’s not great at being subtle, either. “Yeah, that.” He didn’t immediately jump in with something reassuring, so she just kept talking. “It was good. It was really, really good. I just, ah—”

“I’m not staying.”

The words came out so harshly she had to take a moment to fight back her instinctive response. Finally, she said, “I never asked you to.”

“Right.” He set the plate down and stretched out his legs. “So, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way—”

Is he serious? “Adam, we have to talk about this. I mean, obviously we’re not dating for real, and I don’t exactly go hook up with almost strangers on the fly under normal circumstances. I just…” God, she didn’t even know what she was trying to say.

“Sugar, breathe.” He took her hand, the contact steadying her. “It’s okay. We don’t have to go there. I lost control. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

That was not what she wanted. Jules bit her lip, searching his face. In the fading light of the day, his eyes were too dark as he stared at her mouth. He wanted her. He wouldn’t have lost control in the first place if he didn’t. So why was he trying to give her an out?

For such a supposed bad boy, he’s sure got a lot of honor.

The realization struck a chord in her chest. She finished off her beer and set it carefully aside. “I don’t want you to have control.” Before he could do anything but frown at her, she crawled over and straddled him. “Look, I know this isn’t real. I obviously have no experience in this sort of thing or I wouldn’t need to scandalize the town in the first place.” She took his hands and set them on her hips. “Why don’t we just enjoy ourselves while you’re helping me out?”

His lips twitched, but his grip tightened on her hips a little. “Sugar, we don’t have to do this. We can keep the gossip mill churning without taking things beyond where we went earlier.”

Yeah, there really is an honorable man in there. “I know, but I want to.” She could feel him growing hard between her thighs, and she settled against him with a little sigh. Jules leaned forward until her breasts were pressed against his chest. She felt a little silly trying to proposition him, but he wasn’t tossing her on her butt, so she must not be doing too badly. She held her breath and kissed the spot on his neck right below his jaw. “Adam, I would very much like to have sex with you.”Chapter ElevenAdam could hardly believe this shit was happening. If he was a better man, he’d set her aside and explain why this would only end in tears for her. Jules wasn’t the type of woman to be able to get to a certain level of physical intimacy without her heart becoming involved. He liked her. He didn’t want to hurt her.

But he wasn’t a better man.

She’s a grown-ass woman. She knows her own mind.

It was an excuse and a weak one at that. He didn’t care. For all his words, he didn’t want to stop this any more than she did. But he still held back. He wrapped his fist in her hair, using the leverage to guide her back so she had to meet his gaze. “You’re sure about this?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.”

He didn’t quite believe her, but he allowed himself to be persuaded. “Come here, sugar.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and scooted them away from the edge of the roof until his back hit the side of the house. From here, no one on the street below could see them.

Scandal be damned, I’m not about giving them a peep show.

He coasted his hands up her sides, lifting her shirt as he did. He checked her expression when he hit the same level as her breasts, but there was nothing but eagerness there. So he pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it next to them.

She gave a little cry when he took off her bra, at once eager and needy, and that nearly undid him on the spot. He knew this wasn’t supposed to be real. Except it sure as hell felt real when he helped her wiggle out of her jeans and resume her position straddling him.

It felt all too real. He ran his hand down the center of her body, between her breasts, over her stomach, to cup her pussy. Adam groaned when he found her hot and wet. “You drive me to distraction.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” This being a distraction was supposed to be the point. He pumped first one finger and then two into her. “I enjoy the hell out of it. Wear a dress next time we go out, sugar, and I’ll do this to you while I drive us around.”