Never Kiss an Outlaw(53)

He pushed the small cart with his tattoo tools away, rounded the bench to my side, and jerked me into his arms. We kissed while his hands roamed my back. He fingered the loops around my belt in my khakis, teasing one hand on the upper edge of my ass, so close to the new brand he'd stamped on me.#p#分页标题#e#

The tingling sensation teasing me all evening sparked into an open fire. I pinched my thighs together, struggling to contain the heat between my legs.

Fighting for control, and failing.

Just burning, burning, burning.

“Fuck,” he growled into my mouth, refusing to pull his lips away. “Gonna teach you to suck cock good now that you're mine. You'll love it, yeah?”

Yeah. I moaned into his mouth, doing a terrible job of hiding just how hot it made me.

Just thinking about gliding up and down his long, hard, wild length with my tongue, taking him in my mouth, almost caused me to lose it on the spot.

Firefly's hand caressed up, taking my breast in one hand. He squeezed it hard through my shirt and bra, begging me to throw my clothes off again.

I squirmed against him, pushing my hips on his, forcing my pussy to feel his rock hard bulge against my belly. I swore it was about to tear through his pants, and then he'd flip me around, slam me against the leather bench, and own me all the ways we both wanted.

But he stopped. I blinked, opened my eyes, struggling to see through the lust clouding my vision.

“What?”

“That ring,” he growled, grabbing my hand. His eyes had caught it while we kissed, when I'd moved my hand across his face. “Take it off now, babe. We only needed you wearing it as a prop at the Heel, so we could make everybody believe.”

Ouch. My heart sank. For some reason, it hurt.

I knew damned well that it shouldn't. Didn't change the painful reality.

Stepping away from him, I held my hand to my chest, gazing at the small golden loop he'd given me. Our eyes met across the small space between us.

“No,” I said, forming a fist. “Let me wear it, Huck. I want to. I know it seems insane after the way I acted earlier tonight, but it was all so sudden, so crazy, being forced into something like this.”

“You mean wed to me?” His eyes burned, and I nodded. “Yeah, I get it. Darlin', if you wanna keep that shit sitting pretty on your little hand, I'm down. You'll be under my lock and key for the next week or two anyway. Nobody's gonna see it, except me.”

I smiled. “I like the sound of that.”

“Good,” he rumbled, throwing his arms around me all over again. “Because you're gonna look twice as fuckin' sexy wearing my brand and my ring. Don't care if one of those things means something fake. I'm gonna fuck you like it's real, give you everything you're begging for in those hot little lips.”

He buried me in another kiss before I could even speak. All I could think about was having him on top of me, driving into my core while my legs clung to his.

Sweating, shaking, creaming all over his cock. Oh, hell.

Giving it up for him. All to him. Letting him guide me.

Fucking us both toward a future I'd just begun to seriously think about.

Emotions collided in my brain like comets, sending more fire streaking through my blood. I pushed my tongue against his, sucking at his mouth, biting into his bottom lip for the second time that night.

He bit me back this time. Before I knew what was happening, he had me against the wall, ripping clothing aside.

The fresh tattoo tingled as my ass ground against the brick wall, but I didn't care. Firefly pushed his jeans down, rubbing his cock against my melting slit, hungrier than ever to take what he'd laid claim to.

Then he was inside me. One rough, insistent, unforgettable thrust.

His hand went up my shirt, fondling the breast he'd started on earlier, without holding anything back. Snarling, he jerked his hand against the partition in my shirt, tearing it open.#p#分页标题#e#

Buttons flew all over the place, clattering on the ground like pebbles. He held me down, crushed my mouth beneath his before I could squeak any protest. His hips moved, pinning me to the wall, fucking me so hard my bones shook with every stroke.

Oh, shit. Holy, holy, holy shit!

“Give it the fuck up to me, Cora Chase. Know you want to real goddamned bad. Saw you dripping the whole fuckin' time while I put my ink on you.”

His strokes came faster. Harder, like a human piston.

His hips pulled back and rammed into me, rougher every time, an honest-to-God earthquake that wouldn't stop until I gave him everything he wanted.

My shirt ripped again in his hand. Another hand moved behind me, snatching at my hair, curling it in his fingers. He pulled, setting off a whole new series of explosions inside me.

I was going to be naked, without any clothes, if he kept this up. And I couldn't bring myself to care.