Page 74 of Savage Outlaw

His eyes were aroused and lovely. The edge of his lips curled up as he continued to caress her face.

“Tell me why, Roux.”

“Because you’re crazy for me.” She whispered and watched his smile grow.

Their lips met and held. He peppered her mouth with lovely kisses.

“Crazy for you, baby.”

His admission crashed through her, filled her with something she didn’t ever hope to get. Happiness.

How could she kill a man and still feel happy right now?

Fuck, she hoped she wasn’t going senile. But she’d do it with a pair of eyes the color of jewels looking at her.

She let her lips trail over his forehead and voiced something she never had.

“I got you hurt. I see it all the time. You should think I’m a risk, a big mistake.”

“You’re the best mistake of my life, Cookie. Bruises heal but losing you never will.”

Her heart lightened and started to drum a languid beat.

Taking drugs felt nothing like this. This high was unique.

Tad was the sugar coated toxin in her veins, the kind of high that junkies chase.

One she wanted to ingest over and over until she’s violently sick with love.

She crushed her lips over his, desperate to get his flavor inside her.

Over with foreplay and teasing. She needed him now.

“Roux,” he rasped, holding the sides of her head so her lips were out of reach. He wanted to talk now? God. What kind of a robot was he? One who put feelings before sex, of course.

“What?”

He grinned at her snapped answer.

“I gotta go to Wyoming to visit Lawless, you wanna come with me? We can stay overnight.”

She blinked around her arousal; well aware he was slipping the leggings down her legs. Seeing as they were curled in his lazy chair, it took some doing and she had to lift her hips.

“Like a date?”

“Like a date.” He confirmed.

Their first date.

They’d had sex so much she’d lost count. They’d eaten cold pizza and bad motel coffee, many times, but they’d never had a date.

Not a movie. Never gone to a concert or out for ice cream, never fucked around at a biker rally or took him home for a family cookout.

When he whipped her shirt off and then did the same to his, so her eyes and hands feasted on acres of tanned flesh, she crushed his mouth again.

“Yes,” she breathed. “I want a date. But fuck me first.”

“My fucking pleasure.”

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