Page 58 of Outlaw

But I hadn’t ended things with him because I wanted to do things with Linc. I never intended to do sexual things with Linc again. The past few nights, staring at the ceiling, I’d mentally coached myself on how to resist him. Why I had to. That it would keep things from getting complicated.

So, why was it that I couldn’t remember any of those reasons with him standing there, looking at me like that?

The man was a predator. The sexy, dangerous, tempting kind that made you forget that the pleasure was fleeting and you would be left cold.

I swallowed. “We broke things off.”

He didn’t even try and hide the fact that he liked that.

“That doesn’t mean you can come in here and…do what we did the other night. I didn’t break the engagement off because of you.”

The cocky grin on his face said that he didn’t believe me. He was so full of himself.

“Is that so?” he asked, taking a seat on the edge of the tub.

I moved back a little, but I couldn’t get very far. Not far enough.

“Then, tell me, Ringlets, why did you call it off? A week ago, you were determined to marry him.”

I blew out a breath. I was covering my boobs, but the way he was looking at them made me feel like he could still see them.

“It wasn’t fair to him,” I bit out.

Linc didn’t look like be believed me. He reached out and brushed some bubbles from my shoulder. “You sure that’s why? Or was it because you had forgotten what it felt like to have a man who knew how to make you come, give you pleasure, and bring out your naughty side and I reminded you? That pussy has either gone without a cock for a while or the dentist has a micropenis.”

A shocked laugh burst out of me. Had he really just said that?

“Hudson’s cock is not micro,” I argued. I didn’t know why I was defending it, but I was.

Linc’s finger trailed down my arm, and I shivered, unable to stop it.

“My one finger sure got squeezed in your hot little hole.”

Talking about my hole had that entire area alive and alert. The ache that bordered on pleasure pulsed between my legs. My thoughts went to how thick and long Linc’s cock was. The veins and angry purple head as it jutted out. No, Hudson’s penis had never looked like that. And I’d never had the urge to lick it. But, God, thinking about Linc’s made my mouth water.

“What are you doing?” I asked him as his fingertips moved over my collarbone, then down to the cleavage my arms couldn’t cover.

His eyes lifted to meet mine. “Trying to get you to lower your arms so I can see your pretty titties.”

My chest rose and fell as my nipples let me know how much they’d like that.

I licked my lips. “Linc, this is a bad idea.”

“Your body is trembling, and you’re panting,” he told me.

My body was a slut. My brain was not. I was trying to get them to work together. So far, it had been a massive fail.

“How my body reacts and what is smart are two different things.”

Linc leaned toward me, his eyes never leaving mine, and then he lowered his lips to press them against my shoulder. They trailed a path to the curve of my neck. “My cock is leaking—it’s so hard—and your body is humming with need, to the point that I can feel it. Taste it. Let me give us what we both want. Your cunt needs stretched and filled. It needs to be taken care of.”

The gravelly tone in his voice was about to snatch away all myreserve. Or maybe it was the words. Possibly both. No, it was his lips and hot breath on my neck as I arched to give him better access. One of his hands grabbed my arm and tugged it down. I gave up, letting them fall away. My breasts felt full as they ached for attention.

A deep, low hum came from me when his hands covered them and squeezed. Yes. That was it. God, that felt good. I pressed against them, making another pleading sound.

“That’s a good girl. Let me take care of you,” he murmured in my ear. “This feels good, doesn’t it?”

I nodded and moaned again, pushing them into his touch. I wanted his hands other places too. He needed more arms.

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