Page 15 of Savage Outlaw

Need to push her down on the table and discover how she tasted when she was aroused.

Not for nothing, Butcher was having a great time, he was glad she had shit driving skills, because he would have hated to miss out on meeting her.

He did not expect the goddess to push up from her chair and put herself in his lap.

All the blood rushed from Butcher’s head down to his cock.

“Kiss me already,god. I can’t take the hungry looks any longer.” She told him with boldness. Her breath fanning his face and her eyes …fuck,her eyes could seduce any man and they trained on him.

Then he kissed her.

A growl gurgling at the back of his throat, he took her lips like he’d been starving for his whole life waiting for a kiss like this one.

Her mouth offered him everything Butcher didn’t know he’d needed and now was dying for.

She was a breath. A yearning.

Her mouth parted so inviting and he dove in with his tongue.

When her taste filled his mouth, the ticking bomb inside his head intensified. It only grew louder as her fingers speared into his hair and kissed him back like she was meant to kiss only him.

Like she needed his flavor drenching her mouth in the same way.

She moaned.

Butcher grunted his arousal, holding the back of her head to keep her right there. And when her mouth opened again, he pushed in to chase her tongue.

His free hand sloped down the curve of her back until he had a grip of her ass, helping her to move on him. Fuck, she was like a serpent curling her hips, driving him crazy and then crazier still, he lifted his pelvis from the chair in hopes of getting closer to that heaven but that would only happen if she let Butcher take her somewhere private.

One more taste.

Another bite and suck.

One more bruising kiss.

Not a kiss. It was a possession.

He couldn’t take her into his mouth deep enough. With each whimper he wanted to offer her every-fucking-thing to keep her making those noises.

She licked his lower lip and sent lightning to his gut. What a little minx.

“Get a fucking room,” cackled a voice behind them. Startled, Roux wrenched away from his mouth, breaking the spell but Butcher kept hold of her head so no one else saw the arousal on her face. He cranked his head and scowled at Tag, that asshole grinning at him. “Get the fuck out of here,” He said angrily and felt her put her forehead to his neck, like she was seeking solace in his body. It was the only thing that calmed him down, so he didn’t try to punch his brother.

“Do you have your own room around here?” She asked him, and the top of his head near exploded as he gripped her hips. She was circling him again, marking her fucking territory it felt like.

She smelled incredible, but he wanted her smelling of him. All over her skin, inside and out. Her mouth was the best thing he’d ever tasted.

He didn’t kiss her this time, he devoured her and stood with her in his arms. There was no stopping Butcher when she laughed into his mouth. No fucking stopping him.

The whole club disintegrated around them.

Her hands locked in his hair and her legs around his waist, she was the only person who existed.

This was crazy.

Fucking madness.

“I like how you taste.” She whined.

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