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t big, bad sheriff didn’t have a weakness?”
“Smart-ass. ” His gaze dropped to her lips.
Tempting, sweet, her tongue licked over them slowly. Teasingly.
“Now I’m a smart-ass, too,” she whispered, her tone sensual, sexually weak.
The sound of her need had his dick throbbing. His balls were tight, the need wrapping around him like manacles as he stared down at her, fighting it, fighting what he knew he was going to do.
“Damn you,” he growled.
His head lowered, and she was waiting on him. Waiting for him.
Kittenish little nails dug into his scalp as his lips covered hers and fire erupted through his system. Heat blazed along his nerve endings, dominance and overwhelming sexual starvation erupted through his mind.
She tasted like sunshine. Like spring. She kissed like the hottest caress of the sun, her lips parting beneath his, her tongue meeting his, her body arching like a slender tree before the force of a summer storm.
He was lost. Son of a bitch, he was lost in her and he knew it.
Nothing mattered but more. Kissing her deeper, stronger. Fueling the desire inside her to the depth that his had been fueled. Wiping her mind of everything, anything, but his touch, his taste. Because that was what she did to him. She wiped away the control he prized so highly and revealed the man he kept hidden from the world.
Because Zeke knew he had never kissed another woman like he was kissing Rogue now.
It wasn’t just hunger, it was dominance. It was the dark central core of his sexuality moving in and claiming, when he had never claimed before.
He controlled the kiss. He held her face in place, fingers on the pressure points of her jaw, keeping her mouth open to him, controlling her ability to wrest that dominance from him. And she was trying. She tempted and she teased, licked at his tongue and tried to suckle it. She moaned when he refused to allow her the upper hand. Her body arched, her nails dug into his scalp, and her hips arched to cushion the hard-on raging beneath his jeans.
Just this kiss, he had told himself once, long ago. If he could just have this kiss, he would be satisfied. But the kiss only pushed him closer to the brink, made that dominant core stronger, more insistent.
He let her suckle his tongue lightly before pulling back. He wanted to see her lips wrapped around his cock like that. He wanted to hear her moaning around the thick, hard crest as he shot his release to her throat.
“You’re dangerous. ” He pulled back, nipped at her lips warningly as she tried to follow his kiss.
“I’m lost. ” She sighed, fingers trailing to his neck, her nails prickling over his flesh.
“Kiss me again, Zeke. One more time. ”
Her lashes lifted, showing the brilliance of dark, dark violet eyes. Her lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed as her breasts rose and fell roughly.
“Take the shirt off. ” He released her and stepped back enough to allow her to move.
“Let me see you. ”
Her face flushed deeper, the color tempting him as it washed over her neck and beneath the collar of the T-shirt.
Her tongue ran over her lips. Her hands moved to the low-rise waist of her jeans. The metal button slid free.
His hand caught hers, his gaze narrowing. “Just the shirt, Rogue. Nothing else. Pull it off. ”
She shivered, her eyes shadowed with wariness and excitement as she pulled the material free and eased it up and over her head.
Zeke felt his jaw tighten as he tried to push back the darker aspects of the man slipping free.
“The braid,” he said. “Loosen it. ”
“You’re bossy. ” Her pouty little grin was filled with challenge and defiance despite the fact that her hands lifted to work her hair free.
He watched her breasts beneath the white skimpy lace of her bra. The material barely covered the hard, pointed flesh of her nipples. The cotton-candy pink tips had his teeth clenching with the need to taste them.
