Page 110 of Tempted By the Alpha Outlaw

“We have to be quiet,” she breathes. “My family’s asleep.”

“How very un-good girl of you, Magnolia,” I purr, taking another step forward. “This is downright naughty.”

She doesn’t look away. Doesn’t back down.

Instead, her lips quirk up, slow and knowing. “You think I’m a good girl, Colt?”

I let my gaze drag over her, taking in the soft nightgown slipping off her shoulder, the way her legs shift, thighs pressing together like she’s already feeling it. Like she’s already burning for me.

I hum. “Think you like being one.” Another slow step forward. “Think you like being sweet. Soft. Proper.” I tilt my head, voice dropping. “But I also think…you like this more.”

Her throat bobs. “This?”

I stop at the edge of her bed, hands bracing on the mattress, leaning in. “Breaking the rules.”

A breathless little laugh, but her fingers twist in the sheets, betraying her. “There are no rules against talking, Colt.”

I smirk. “Talking’s not what you’re worried about, is it?”

She doesn’t answer.

Doesn’t have to.

The bond between us hums, curling warm and wanting through my chest.

I lift a hand, tracing the edge of her nightgown where it’s slipped off her shoulder, barely touching, just enough to feel the heat of her. “I can hear your heart racing, angel.” My fingers trail lower, brushing over the bare skin of her arm. “I can smell how bad you want me.”

She inhales sharply, her lashes fluttering. “Cocky.”

I grin. “Honest.”

Her gaze flickers to my mouth, then back up. “You gonna keep talking all night?”

I arch a brow. “That an invitation?”

She huffs, exasperated and wanting, and grips the front of my shirt, yanking me closer. My breath punches out of me, my hands bracing on either side of her hips, caging her in.

And then she kisses me.

And just like that, I’m gone.

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MAGNOLIA

The second our lips meet, I know I’m ready to take him back…that this is the moment everything changes.

Colt doesn’t just kiss me—heclaimsme, his hands rough where they grip my waist, his mouth desperate, burning, like he’s been starving for this, starving forme. And maybe he has. Maybe we both have.

I can’t breathe. I don’twantto.

I just wantthis.

My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, drinking in the low, needy sound he makes. His body is heat and strength andColt, pressing into me like he’s trying to make up for every second we lost. But he doesn’t have to.

He already has me.

I press up onto my knees, into him, my nightgown slipping further off my shoulder, baring more skin to the warm summer air. The moment his fingertips skim my bare thigh, the growl in his chest deepens, reverberating through me, curling low in my stomach.

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