Page 47 of Savage Outlaw

“You didn’t like that?” He sounded pleased and Roux made a disturbed noise.

“Are you going home with one of those chicks?”

The pressure and weight of his body meant she couldn’t turn, and she desperately wanted to taste his lips or bite off his tongue depending on his answer.

“You can get your hand out of my pants if you are.”

“No, I’m not. Why would I when I have fucking perfection dripping on my fingers?”

God.God.

“Please…”

“Please what? Do this? Feel how soaked you get because your greedy eyes wanted me even when you couldn’t find me. Is that it, Cookie?” Up and down he went and then without notice he stole her breath by pushing those fingers inside her. They went in easy; she was a river of wetness in his hand. His palm, with every shove, rubbed against her clit and gave her stimuli inside and out.

“Yes, yes.” She cried into her arm. “Tad, don’t tease me.”

“You’re lucky that I want to make you come or I’d leave you aching for the stunt you pulled again by leaving my bed.”

His fingers rode in and they rode in deep. He aimed for her G-spot and made quick work of buckling her knees.

Hot breath against her neck, dirty words whispered in a deep rasp in her ear and a man so wicked and gorgeous finger fucking her until she came with a staggered inhale.

Roux wanted to claw the bricks off the wall as pleasure so acute blasted through her system.

“So wet for me, aren’t you? So, fucking ready.”

She wasn’t a screamer, but she felt the need to howl at the moon. On her come down he was already pulling his hand free and spinning her around. He got in her space. Her gorgeous Tad looked aroused and angry at the same time.

He was written for her, she thought, her brain going haywire.

This man, designed from her own imagination of what the perfect manfor herwould look like. A weak man would never have the chops to grab her up when she stepped outside for a breath of fresh air and pin her to a wall. A weak man would have gotten a punch in the throat if he dared get into her pants without permission.

Tad was her kind of assertive. He hit every sexy bossy level there is.

So close she saw the blackening of his eyes, he breathed on her lips and she prepared to be kissed, needing it. But he brought his wet fingers to her mouth, she gasped as he painted first her top lip and then the bottom in her juices.

If a weaker man who didn’t know her needs tried to do that, she’d probably punch his lights out, but this was Tad, and she felt wholly aroused by it.

He crushed her lips and her groan and kissed hell out of her. Rough and soft, long and teasing. His tongue became her master and she lived for the wet strikes he gave her. She tasted herself in his mouth as his tongue tangled around hers and it turned her on harder.

“Tad…please.”

“Please what? Fuck you here? My bad girl wants people to catch us?”

She didn’t deny the rush of heat to her pussy but that was because she wanted him to fuck her, not so much catching them.

Rolling her hands up his hard chest, she grasped him around the neck, and swallowed his grunt of surprise. Roux controlled the kiss this time and she fell into him as he groped her ass with hard squeezes.

“I want this ass.” He rasped into her lips.

Have it, she wanted to say. Take all of her. She was just this side of crazy enough to give him everything without anything in return.

“You always tasted forbidden, didn’t you, Cookie?”

“But I’m not.” She went for his tongue again and he gave it.

“Aren’t you?” He braced both hands on the wall near her head, their bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. “Aren’t you promised to someone else?”

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