Page 96 of Savage Outlaw

Those eyes. God, staring through to her soul and her gaze swept him up and down, lazy and starved. He always looked good in whatever he wore. Roux was a typical biker girl when the sight of denim and thick boots did it for her. But the relaxed look of jeans held tight to his lean hips and a sleeveless muscle shirt clinging to his torso ramped up her temperature in seconds as she took the slow walk up the pathway toward him.

“Hey,” she smiled.

He didn’t smile back.

He was too busy eyeing her up and down when he shackled her wrist, pulling her inside, she went along with a grin.

Her medical man was so intense sometimes, and she loved that she got to see this side of him. He dropped her arm and stalked through the house.

Roux dumped her purse and jacket on the floor and Tad turned to stare at the mess. “You’re gonna have to learn to be less messy if you’re moving in, Cookie.” He declared and stole the air from her lungs.

Not allowing her shocked feet to stop moving, she advanced forward in front of him. Roux half smiled and slid her hands around his waist, feeling him tremble when her fingers sneaked beneath his shirt to rest on his waist. “Am I moving in?”

At first, Tad didn’t touch her.Big fucking tease.

His head hung down over his neck and a lock of hair was unruly on top of his head making him even sexier than usual. Then his hands took hold of her upper arms and drew her in, so they were belly to belly.

“Because I already told the realtor no on that apartment. I mean it was nice, had a cool balcony I could see myself eating breakfast on and I loved the bathtub.”

“Roux…”

“But it didn’t have you there. And I want to live in a place that has you in it. I want to eat breakfast with you and wake up next to you.”

Was she convincing him?

“So, you should say yes.”

“It depends.”

Roux blinked, unable to read what he was thinking. She couldn’t tell if his straight face meant he was happy or trying to let her down gently.

He better not even try because she’s known how to shoot a gun since she was six.

Realistically, what happened recently showed she did not do good with dead bodies. And she didn’t want to kill him…per say… but if he refused her, well… Roux might have to rough him up.

She’d nurse him back to health, after he groveled a lot.

“Depends on what? I’d be a fantastic girlfriend to live with, don’t even suggest I wouldn’t be. All the sex should be enough to convince you.”

She was ready to erupt into an almighty temper if he went on looking at her without saying anything. Fine, if he didn’t want her living with him, she’d get a place on the edge of Denver, make him travel an hour away to see her. See how he liked that.

Then he smiled and she felt herself wilt and sag into him, her hands sneaking further around his waist.

“I can see all those cogs turning in your beautiful head. Were you killing me?”

“Maybe. Now tell me what you’re thinking.” She pinched his non-existent body fat and he grinned wider, leaned down to kiss her lips.

“As I said, you moving in all depends.”

“Oh, my god, Thaddeus. Tell me what. I mean, you’re getting the better end of this deal. You get me, in your bed, in your kitchen, in your living room, every single day. You should be begging me.”

His expression was one of male satisfaction andheat.

It never took much to rile Roux and when she got going…

He kissed her again and once more she wilted.Dammit.

“I think if a woman wants to live with me.”

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