Page 24 of Savage Outlaw

Hurt and angry with him and yet the craving drove her on.

The longing was a taste on her tongue she couldn’t ignore.

Not tonight.

It was only minutes—three or four at most from the time she broke in to gingerly keeling up onto the bed. She paused, looking for any sign he was awake and then Roux continued. Pulling back the thick comforter, it was warm as if he’d been in bed for hours.

When she was in touching distance of that great big body, heat shot to her core, making her fingers itch to trace every inch of his skin. It looked like he’d added to his tattoos and she wanted a light on to inspect them up close.

He smelled amazing of soap and cologne. The urge to bury her nose somewhere on his skin was a real need but her fingers trailed over his hard stomach first.

It was sad to think of all the times they’d fucked; she’d hardly had a minute to savor the long rangy body of his. They’d fallen on each other like starved dogs and were never afforded time to explore what was really between them outside of a bed.

When his lips parted on an exhale, Roux held her own breath.

He wasn’t ‘roid muscular, but he was exercise kind of solid and she was a little lightheaded feasting her gaze on him.

Tad had many attributes that she’d been attracted to. Not least of all his possessive personality. He was charming and hazardous, especially to her. An imposing man who demanded respect from his presence alone. Intimidating, funny and gentle, tender with her.

She hated and loved the memories she stored of him.

But she was only focusing on the physicality right now as her greedy hands wandered over his torso. She was practically vibrating out of her skin when a hand suddenly shot up from the bed and caught at her wrist.

Not tight, but the hold made sure she couldn’t fall off the bed when she screamed.

Twin headlight eyes looked at her from the position on his pillow. He hadn’t moved a muscle to indicate he’d been awake.

Roux’s heart was clattering loudly. The lust drowning her.

“What’s your next move, Cookie?” The tone was raspy enough to have her moaning before she fell on him.

SEVEN

“Two bangs don’t make a right.” - Roux

Roux would question later, after the desire dissipated, why he didn’t act like it was a home invasion, not even for a shocked second before recognition hit.

Tad’s mouth plundered hers, taking her to a place only he could, she moaned and grasped two tight fists full of his hair. Letting herself be swept away in lust. The desire for him choked her as he roughly ripped open her legs and forced her to straddle him.

Hard met soft.

Moans constricted her airways.

Close enough to kiss. Close enough to bite and lick to her heart’s content.Finally. She’d forgotten—or maybe not, just how big of a man Tad was. He towered well over six feet and a few inches more when he was standing. It was his wide chest and tapered waist she loved best of all. He was straight lines and hard muscle.

She held her breath, searching his eyes as she almost…almosttouched his face. Her breasts brushed his chest as she leaned over him, and hotness shot straight to her core with greedy pulses.

It felt as though she’d wanted him forever.

Despite the obstacles in her way, being told she couldn’t be with him. Roux didn’t doubt that he wanted her too, but it was only in secret he acted on it. Only those pockets of time when they crashed together and fed a need within.

She hated that she wanted him so badly.

Hated more that he never went against the bylaws to be with her.

Tad was the kind of man who could rip a heart to shreds and do it with a smile, unknowing of the damage he wielded.

He wasn’t an unkind man, far from it, but it didn’t make the pain any less true.

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