“Good fight.”
Cade stopped, only inches away. “You came. You stayed.”
“I am staying,” she said softly. “I’m not going into the witness protection program. I left a message for Doug before I came here. I’m not going to let Jimmy take away the life I’ve made in Conundrum. But I can’t fight him alone.” It was as close as she could come to telling him she wanted him, needed him. Loved him.
Strong emotion flickered across his face, but he didn’t speak.
Dawn bit her lip and let her words tumble out. “I’m sorry I hurt you, but I was scared, not just of Jimmy, but of how much I care for you and whether I can make a commitment to wear this cut.”
His face softened, and he bent down and kissed her, soft and sweet. Then he pressed his body against hers, his erection hard against her stomach. “You know what it does to a man when you give him a taste of something he shouldn’t see?” His voice dropped to a growl. “You know how hard I got watching you touch yourself?”
“Always about sex.”
He kissed her again. “Always about you.”
Dawn cupped his shaft and stroked him with the heel of her palm through his jeans. “Hmmm. It’s hard to tell. Maybe if I took these off.” She tugged at his belt and his hand dived between her thighs, ripping a gasp from her throat.
He was all predator. All man. Feral in his need. She had pushed him to the edge. Would he go over, or could she control her sexy beast?
“I missed you too, honey.”
Cade unleashed a low growl of frustration. “No more games. Lift your skirt and turn around. I’m gonna take you against the wall, then I’m gonna bring you inside and love you for the rest of the night.”
“I choose door number two.” Dawn tugged down his jeans and then dropped to her knees in front of him. “Play.”
*
Play? He didn’t want to play. With the adrenaline still streaming through his veins after his fight and his cock throbbing after he watched his old lady getting herself off while he was trapped behind a wall of Devil Dogs, he wanted to bury his cock in her sweet pussy and fuck her hard. Now.
If she hadn’t come to the fight, he would have gone to see her, slipped into her bed and made love to her all night. Then he would have hunted down Mad Dog and dealt with him once and for all so she wouldn’t have to make a choice that would take her away from him, and endanger her forever.
You can’t stop people from doing what they want to do or being where they want to be.
Despite his best intentions, she’d made her choice.
She’d chosen to stay, and she wanted to stand and fight like a Sinner. So he would have her back. And then he’d convince her to make another choice—a choice that meant she would wear his cut and always be safe.
But right now, still primed from his fight, he wanted her with an intensity that took his breath away. Hard. Fast.
Mine.
“Up.” He tunneled a hand through her hair, urging her to her feet so he could claim her, sink his cock into her pussy, and give in to the incredible heat that burned between them. But it was too late. Her soft, warm hand wrapped around his cock, tugging him free, and then she licked him from balls to tip.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Jesus Christ.” His fingers tightened on in her hair, and instead of pulling her up, he drew her close. “You want to play, then we’ll play. Open up those lovely lips, beautiful, and show me what else that mouth can do.”
Her little pink tongue flicked out and danced over the tip of his cock, sending a jolt of lightning through his body. His woman. On her knees. Her silky blond hair a sexy tangle over her shoulders. Those lush, pink lips wrapped around his cock. Her breasts swaying gently as she moved …
Anyone could come around the corner. And the possibility of discovery just made the night all that much sweeter.
Too fucking much. He fisted her hair and jerked his hips, stroking into her hot, wet mouth. “Suck me, beautiful.”
She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and dragged her tongue along the underside as she pulled away. Then her hand tightened and she swirled her tongue around his length, then back again. Damn that felt good. She knew what she was doing, but he didn’t want to think about how she’d learned, or his scratch list would get even longer than it was.
His cock thickened and his hips surged up, driving him deeper into her mouth. She took him easily and he dared to push a little harder. Dawn stilled for a moment, then worked her mouth in counterpoint to her hand. Fuck. He almost lost it right there. His body thrummed with need, every muscle taut to the point of breaking. But he didn’t want her like this. He wanted—no, needed—her trust.