Page 40 of Savage Outlaw

The decision of what to do was taken from her when the pipes of a motorcycle jump started her heart around ten minutes later. She watched Tad roll his bike up the drive to his house. He was going to see her sitting here like a fucking stalker! Slouching in her seat, she had nothing to worry about because he didn’t even glance across the street. Slinging his leg over the bike like a goddamn hot model, he strode into his house. Lights flipped on and then Roux breathed.

At least he was alone.

Roux waited.

And waited.

And then waited some more.

Flipping down the visor, she did a quick make-up check. Her burgundy lipstick was long gone and that was fine, she wanted her lips bare. But her kohl eyes were still looking fresh from this morning. She’d dressed the part to go gambling. Her dress was black, tight around her tits and ass, cut with a slit to the thigh and looked the part of a bitch who wanted to play expensive games. The stilettos killed her feet though and she’d ditched those for her brown leather Chelsea boots before she’d started the drive home.

Best thing about the dress? It had discreet pockets, so she slid something in there she’d need and then watched the house some more.Waiting.

She felt like a clown in the get up. Dress-up wasn’t high on her list, obviously. The guys at home would laugh their asses off to see her all gussied up like a billionaire’s wife. Roux preferred the comfort of jeans, sweats, and her buckle boots over constantly pulling a too short skirt down over her business.

A spark of heat ignited her belly when she slipped out of her Jeep.

Would he kick her out this time?

It’s been days since she saw him last and it didn’t exactly go so well. What with telling him to fuck off,practically. He had no idea she did that for him so the boys wouldn’t hurt him.

Stealing into his house for the second time in less than a week, appeared to most like she’d lost her mind.

Maybe she had, who knows.

Using the same tool as before to pick the lock, she was inside in moments. Where nerves rode her spine last time, she was nothing but contained energy as she toed off her boots in the hallway. Lining them up against his gave her a jolt of stupid pleasure. And then padded soundless down the long hall. The light at the other end caught her attention.

He was asleep again. But not in bed this time.

Sprawled on the reclined lazy boy, he was in front of the TV, some shoot ‘em movie was playing. He had an empty bowl and a beer bottle on the table next to the chair.

How could he look so good in ratty denim and a black wifebeater holding firm to his body? His arms slung over the top of the leather recliner,ugh, he was so sexy.

All sorts of fireworks started popping in her lower body. She knew if she pushed a hand beneath the tight dress and into her panties her fingers would come away wet.

The anticipation of tasting him again made her wetter.

The anxious feeling in her belly bolted, replaced with razor-sharp yearning.

She might hate the feelings but she never ignored the need she felt for him.

On silent feet she tracked over to him and without thought, she climbed onto the recliner, straddling his lap.

“Tad.” She whispered. Her pulse went nuts.

There was no hesitation. He came awake fast like he hadn’t even been asleep. The moment his eyes pinged open, he grabbed each side of her face and pulled her in, crushing a kiss so brutally lovely to her mouth. She was sure it was the best kiss of all.

A moan so starved traveled up her throat.

She curled her fingers into his hair, just as ferocious to taste him. Her tongue went wild in his mouth and she had aCome to Jesusmoment when he sucked around it and made her see stars.

He was rough yet meticulous in his movements, as if infatuated with every curve and dip on her body. She couldn’t get enough of his touches so she arched nearer, whimpering his name. Chasing a need she couldn’t explain, only knowing the answer was inside Tad’s mouth.

He yanked her head back, breath rushing from his wet lips, holding her steady for his stare.

The touch of his eyes ran across her face. She always thought he had the eyes of a loveable dragon. Someone tame but would fire the city alive if he were angry.

Her arms looped around his neck; she knew he was waiting to see what she did next. She let a hand go, traveling it down his body until she cupped his rock solid erection. Only the jerk of the muscles in his jaw was an indication he was reacting at all. She molded that thick pipe, traced the shape of him through the softened denim. Tad drew in a rough breath, dropped his gaze to watch her hand rub him off. Only when he grabbed her wrist tight enough to hurt that she knew she’d taken him to a point of near no return.

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