Page 72 of Savage Outlaw

Her fingertips roamed over his face, touching his unshaven cheeks, across his lips and into his hair. She tugged a little and he groaned so the teasing wretch did it again. “There goes my master criminal career. Both times you were awake and let me crawl all over you?”

He grinned wide and she yanked his hair again. If she thought that was punishment, then his growing dick under her hip had a story for her.

“My dirty woman breaking in to use my dick. I fucking loved it.”

All she replied was a hum as her exploration of his face continued.

He watched her closely too. Searching out signs that she’s not okay. If the death was plaguing her mind.

He didn’t want her to suffer or feel guilty. But he didn’t know if he could convince her she’d done the right thing.

He was wickedly over the moon that someone was dead. Who knows how that situation would have turned out. Because if he knew his Roux even a little bit, she never would have handed over the money.

He’d die without her.

Even being so far away from her, living on sporadic meetings that sometimes only lasted hours. It was better than nothing. It was everything to Butcher.

She was alive and she’d done it in a brutal way. He was fuckingglad.

She remained petting him and his scalp began to tingle. He didn’t know how much more he could take. He was a man horny for his woman and he was trying to care for her, not turn into a rutting dog by mounting her.

“Roux.” He growled.

“Mmhm?” Delicate fingers played over his lips, then skimmed to the hammering pulse in his neck. Her pupils were dilated with arousal. Her inhales so shallow and jagged as she squirmed on his lap and made them both moan.

“You know what happens when you’re being a hot little tease, Roux. You’ve always known, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she husked. Twin color rushed over her cheeks and he fucking loved knowing it was because of him—because of the heat they created between them.

It’s almost been impossible to be near each other, even casually, without arousal filling the air, coating them in an unquenched need.

“Tell me then.”

She swallowed twice before she answered him, he watched her slim throat working and felt his fingers tighten to wrap them around her neck and hold her down. Like they enjoyed doing. “You find a way to stop me from hurting.”

He did his own swallowing because he was so turned on by her raspy voice alone and the banked arousal in her eyes.

This was his hard-hitting Cookie, the one who melted like snow under his hands every single time. They went up in flames. Didn’t matter where, if she got her hands on him, if he touched her, even subtle-like, it was a volcano between them.

It was sexual chemistry on the highest level.

“How do I do that?”

“By touching me … making me come.”

“Only once?”

She shook her head from side to side, chewing on her lip like the sexy fucking tease he knew her to be.

Her tits were lifting up and down with her rapid breaths. The tight sleeveless tank shirt didn’t leave anything to his rich imagination, her two little nipples begging for his hungry suck.

“More than once,” she whimpered.

“How many, Cookie?”

“As many as I need.”

Damn fucking right.

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