Page 111 of Savage Outlaw

A few minutes later the roar of Tad’s bike changed the pattern of her thoughts and she smiled at him. He came to a stop and swung his leg over the seat with a grace that contradicted his formidably lanky frame. He was so goddamn sexy. Which made it easy to passively wait while he strode over, catching her face in his hands, and he tipped it up for a kiss hot enough to melt the earth beneath her feet.

“Missed you, Cookie.”

“I only saw you two hours ago.” She replied breathless, holding onto the lapels of his leather jacket.

“Missed you.” He repeated and she grinned sappily.

“Am I allowed to go home today or back to that illicit dungeon and its small bed?”

The grin split his face. “We can go home, baby.”

“Good, I was about ready to kill you.”

“Liar. Unless you mean fucking me to death.”

Her hormones were a riot and Roux was glad they were on the street or she might have scaled him like a mountain and planted her vagina on his face. “That can be arranged.”

The growl was heat and need and he kissed her again. “C’mon, let’s get home, you’re wearing too many clothes and I need you on my face.”

Ah, yeah. He was a good mind reader.

Roux climbed on his bike, held on tight and willed the minutes away.

She didn’t think about what Ruiz wanted or the trouble her dad was in.

Not right now.

Later she would, when Tad had fucked her into a sated coma, and she lay in their bed sprawled naked and happy on his chest.

When she felt this contentment fizzling through her bloodstream it was easy to compartmentalize and rank what was most important.

That answer was Tad.

Always him.

They ate dinner, cleaned up the kitchen and then had sex again in the lazy boy chair.

She couldn’t get enough of him.

He couldn’t get enough of her.

But when exhaustion seeped into her bones and his hand covered half of her butt, his lips skimming her forehead, she remembered an earlier conversation where she told him she wanted honesty. It would have been easy to let Tad carry her to bed, to indulge in more of his magnificent body and then sleep in his arms.

She might have waited around, her heart pining for one man for years, but Roux wasn’t one to wait for anything else. While they were content in each other’s arms, she played with his chest hair. “I talked to Verónica.”

“What? When?”

She told him. “It was a fast call, I wanted to know what she wanted.”

“I told you that’s taken care of, Cookie. She no longer has any evidence.”

“I know, and I’m grateful for that, but I also know bitches like her don’t go away. Not when she has a crazy husband behind her like Ruiz. I had to know what she wanted from me.”

“And, what is it?”

“She wants me at a high stake table in Denver next week.”

Tad pushed himself up in bed until his back was to the headboard, he didn’t bother switching on the nightstand light. “She wants you to play for her?”

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