Page 25 of Savage Outlaw

He was killing her in short bursts, but it felt like a drug to be near him.

Some addictions didn’t come in pill bottles. Some came with green eyes and callused hands.

Pure lust gushed inside her so violently that she grew dizzy.

With shaking fingers, she ran them up his abs with a feather touch to prove this wasn’t one of her more vivid dreams. She curled her fingers into his chest, as if she could claw her way through his skin to his cold beating heart.

Knowing down to the last minute when she was last astride him like this. It wasn’t in their motel room. That was fast, hard, consuming and against the wall and then again bent over the bed.

No, the last time she’d been this way it was her birthday. Drunk and horny.

It was a good birthday. He’d brought her cake.

Leaning in, she traced her nose against his chest, inhaling his masculine scent. It was pure intoxication.

A hand curled around her throat, holding her in place.

In a fast switcharoo, she was now spread beneath Tad, her legs opened and him between them. Her quick pulse was felt everywhere but she tipped her chin up defiantly, ready to be kicked out, daring him to. He pushed down once, ramming his hardness to her pussy and like that, her surrender caved. And it felt fantastic.

“Roux,” he breathed. “Please don’t torture me.”

Her heart cracked. Her arousal increased. There was no turning back now.

They were so close, sharing the same breath, the stubble darkened his jawline. Her fingers roamed over his hard jawline, feeling the muscles flex.

There was no telling what he’d do or say. But there was no mistaking how hard he was between her legs. Pleasure fizzled straight up to her hairline and danced along her spine, making her bend in the middle and rub shamelessly against him.

His hand on her throat tightened and Roux moaned with longing.

The thirst was real. It was rampant in her blood.

What did that say about her that she’d broken in like a dirty pervert for sex?

This fucking man, she wanted to want anyone but him, but there it was.

Her lips brushed his and it was only then that Tad growled.

“If I fuck you now, no one else ever will. Make your choice, Roux.”

God, he issucha man.

There was no way she’d share with him that there’d been no one else because if she did, she’d want to know the faceless women who he might have had in this very bed.

She’d be murderous.

All she could mentally concentrate on was scratching her itch. Ridding the need from her system so she could live again instead of existing in a fog of hope.

The sad, ironic truth of this was, he could have had Roux any time he wanted over these past four years; he’d chosen the easy road by not doing a thing. And now as much as her feelings were strong for him, she also hated him too for making her weak.

He was unforgettable.

The moan ripped out of Roux, she wrapped both of her arms around his shoulders, and churned her legs underneath him when he stroked his mouth to the side of her neck. She ached so much.

“Tad…”

The puff of his air brushed against her lips, and she was already past the point of no return because he tasted so good, soaddictive.

The moan rattled his chest, their eyes locked and loaded. Weighed down with a barrage of unsaid things.

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