Page 23 of Savage Outlaw

Nowhere in that tutelage was how to be a homemaker.

She was far from clear headed as she walked on silent feet through the spacious Spanish style bungalow.

It was quaint and lovely, and she felt out of place among the nice things. Following the masculine scent of a subtle cologne so rich it almost made her sway with want.

Enjoy your engagement.

That one statement went around and around her head all day.

He’d acted the victim as though she’d betrayed him. When in fact, he’d had ample time to claim her and did nothing about it.

The closer she got, the more excited the whip of air through her stomach became.

She didn’t want to be alone.

Not tonight.

Not any night. But the desperate noise of loneliness became too much after seeing him again. She wanted to hate him for the way she felt weak for him, but even that was an impossibility.

She’d felt marked the day they met.

She should have told him the whole truth of who she was the moment she knew he was a Renegade Souls. But caught up in Tad’s green eyes and effortless smile, she’d wanted more time with him.

Unraveling without success from that mess all these years later felt unfair.

The bedroom door opened without sound, the thick carpet beneath aiding in its opening slowly.

The bubbling hormones she’d managed to hold at bay for so long started to clatter and raise holy hell in her body.

Demanding.

Seeking.

Longing for.

He was in bed. That much she could see.

Sprawled on his back. Chest bare, an arm slung casually over his head with dark blankets pushed down to his waist showcasing the arousing V grooves.

Her needy eyes sought him out. Hungering desperately for any new fix.

She was pathetic to be here, yet she was unlacing her boots and not turning around to leave.

It was spite grabbing her in its electric hold as she looked at the sprawling bed, the headboard halfway up to the ceiling, and got her wondering how many had played in those sheets with him.

Unbelievable now that they had four years of history between them. And eight months since he plastered her to a motel wall and fucked her brains out so desperately.

Sparks ignited that night. It was as obvious as her breath they were both there to fuck.

The worry in his eyes was clear. She felt it in the snap of his fingers as he pulled the clothes off her back and possessed her body with a single minded determination to fully ruin her for any happiness for the rest of her fucking life.

Eight long months since she’d felt his weight on top of her.

There was a frantic beat to her nerves as she skinned out of her clothes. The only thing she was left wearing was a silver necklace dangling between her breasts. She clutched the chain like a talisman.

Her heart racing with an edgy knock, making it next to impossible to draw in a decent breath.

She was in Tad’s orbit once again, breathing seemed irrelevant.

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