Page 30 of Never Wed an Outlaw

“Dusty...” I said his name softly, completely locked in his gaze. “Why didn't you tell me before? I didn't know you felt so strongly about –“

He never gave me a chance to finish. Strong, angry hands jerked me onto his lap, moving through my hair,exploring me like we'd only started yesterday.

I didn't think his lips could taste sweeter and burn with more lightning than the night before. But I hadn't kissed him when he'd lost his mind until now.

Dusty gave me everything. Held absolutely nothing back.

His lust, his need, his rage and confusion at everything he knew blowing out of control – they were there in every movement. His lips crashed over mine again and again, before he sucked my bottom lip, binding it to him with his teeth.

And I gave back.

I kissed him with my horror, my fear, my ache for everything he offered that went way past his lips. My teeth dug into his lips too, scratching my chin on his rough stubble. I let everything we'd suppressed for too fucking long possess me.

Push. Pull.

Teeth. Tongue.

Lips. Flesh. Sex.

His kisses came faster, harder. His cock ballooned beneath me, making me moan into his mouth. My hips rocked instinctively into his hard-on, seeing how long I could tease him before he threw me to the floor, tore off my skirt, and bent me over.

We didn't need to slow anything down. My virgin insecurities shattered, swept away in the blinding chaos of his kiss, his hand moving between my legs.

His fingers moved down, igniting about a thousandnerves along the way. He moved them straight up between my thighs, grunting while he pulled them apart, shoving my panties aside with his fingers.

“So fuckin' wet for me...so fuckin' sweet...I'm going to make you sit on my face, darlin'. Then I'm going to lick you into a damned coma.” Dust rubbed his fingers up and down my slick folds, giving me a fraction of everything he'd just promised.

Holy shit.I never said anything, and he didn't need me to.

My world shifted. I was in his arms a second later, thrown across his shoulder like a woman ready to be carried off and defiled.

God, I wanted to be.

He was right about one thing – this crazy, stupid dance between us had gone on for far too long.

He never asked where the bedroom was. He just took me upstairs, slowly carrying me, bringing the same stiff fingers he'd used in my pussy a few seconds ago to his mouth.

Tasting me because he couldn't even wait. There was no hiding the fact that I'd be devoured, and no, I couldn't wait.

Upstairs, he threw me down on the bed, crashing on top of me, pinning both my hands with one of his. The other, he placed on my breast, teasing me more as we kissed, losing ourselves in the slow boiling bliss.

“Stand up, woman,” he ordered, pulling me up when he'd had enough from my lips.

I complied, my knees shaking as I did. His armswrapped around me, drawing me in closer, his hands going down my back until they landed on my ass. He took my cheeks in his hand and squeezed, growling his desire.

“Fuck, you feel good, inside and out.”

“You've barely tried the inside part yet,” I said, wondering if I'd wind up getting spanked on top of everything else. Maybe I secretly wanted it.

“Believe me, darlin', I'm way past ready to own every fuckin' inch of you.” Those words were his last before he started tearing at my clothes.

And I meantdestroyingthem. If it wasn't for the huge wardrobe I'd accumulated since my intern days in Seattle, I might've been pissed. But anger wasn't anywhere on the agenda, not when Dusty's freaking hands ripped through my skirt and shredded my blouse, sending stray buttons everywhere.

I stepped out of the mess, almost naked before him. He kissed down my shoulder, taking me in his arms again, his fingers gliding toward my waistband. One jerk of his hands sent my panties halfway down my legs, and my bra came with it, the strap breaking with a loud snap from his savage pull.

“Don't be scared, darlin'. I want you so fuckin' bad it hurts, but I'm gonna make you feel better than any man ever has.”

“Any man?” I whispered.