Page 97 of Savage Outlaw

“Me. Not a woman, not any other fucking woman.” She hissed and Tad full out laughed. “Fuck, you’re a wild thing, aren’t you? As I said, if a woman wants to live with me, I think she needs to tell me she loves me first.”

Oh…

Well…

Oh…

The smugness etched into his perfect face was one of sheer male pleasure.

Roux tipped her head back when he cupped each side of her head and brought her within a breath’s distance. “Do you want me to live here with you, Thaddeus?” She whispered.

“More than anything.”

When she went up on her tiptoes, Tad leaned down further, and she nuzzled her nose along his. “I’ve been so crazily in love with you for a long time. Now can I please move all my crap in and make a mess of your gorgeous house?”

The smile to cross his face was one of abstract beauty. And that was weird to think that a man was beautiful, but as he smiled, there was no other word for it.

She felt soft and mushy when she’d never felt soft and mushy before. Except when she watched certain episodes of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but who wouldn’t have a feeling when Joyce died?

“Ah, Roux, baby.” Lips as smooth as silk brushed against hers and she reached up for more, to get a deeper kiss from him but he pulled back. “I’ve loved you for thousands of minutes and millions of seconds and I want to fuck you in every room and on every surface.”

“What a poet.” She laughed, clinging her hands around his thick neck. Tad palmed her butt and lifted her into the air until she latched her limbs around him. He set her down on the spotlessly clean kitchen counter.

“Now, what you said about me not being messy…” she bit her lower lip, not even trying to suppress her grin.

Tad groaned and nuzzled her neck. God, his stubble felt amazing.

“I’ll tidy your shit up after you.”

“You will? You want to live with me?”

“Roux.” That’s it. Only her name and it was everything. “I wanted you even when I shouldn’t. Would have packed up all your stuff on day two and got you here if I could.”

Roux’s veins expanded too tight with excitement and she clasped onto his hair, feeling all too much all at once.

The notion of living with him started as a little worm in her brain as she looked around apartments. She wanted independence, sure. But she also wanted to be with her man. It felt like a waste already the years behind them, she didn’t want to waste more by living a year in an apartment and then moving in. To Roux’s way of logic, she was cutting out the middle part. It was genius, really.

“I want to live with you too.”

The kiss that followed was what sex movies were made of.

It curled her toes and put a barrage of hormones through the center of her body until she was moaning into his mouth.

He whispered her name like a sinner would inside of a catholic church. The shiver of his deep timber went through her.

There was only one thing to do.

“I want you,” she told him and then went full on attack mode. First by going after his tongue inside his mouth while her hands fought to rip his shirt off. “Thaddeus,” she huffed, struggling to get the tight cotton over his glorious man boobs, “get with it and help me.”

“Oh, I think you’re doing fine, Cookie.” He swept her off the counter, thank fuck for that. The journey to the bedroom jostled her but she managed to keep her lips attached to his, swallowing his grunts, but Roux was not a quitter and she stayed on him like glue.

“Tell me again,” he growled flattening her to the bed, he came down on top of her, “tell me, Roux.”

“I love you so much.”

“Yeah, you do.” Devastating lips moved over her neck, causing her to cling and whine for more. She vined her legs and pumped up with the use of her glute muscles. “Who do you belong to?”

More kisses. More sucks. More eye flickering pleasure.

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