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It wasn’t to enjoy how the moonlight made her eyes appear more violet, or how her skin glistened in the shimmering rays. Hell. He was turning fucking poetic. Son of a bitch, he wanted to fuck her until his balls felt on fire from the need. There, that wasn’t the least bit poetic.
Shit.
He was reaching for her. He wasn’t even aware he was reaching for her until his hand was curving around her neck.
Control. He’d always known control, he’d always known his own sense of self and how to rein in the needs, the hungers that tempted him.
Until Rogue.
“I don’t want to hurt you. ” His hand flexed against her nape, his fingertips stroking the soft flesh he found there.
“Hurt me?” Her head tilted, her neck curving into his grip as that smile tempted him.
“Are you afraid of breaking my heart, Zeke?” There was a hint of amusement in her voice now. “Or your own?”
His hand tightened on her nape.
“I want you to leave Somerset. ” His voice was harder than he had intended, a strange, burning anger rising inside him as she stared back at him, composed, her lips tilted into that mocking grin as her eyes gleamed with anger.
“You want me to leave Somerset. ” Her neck flexed beneath his hold as a light, scoffing little laugh left her lips. “Now why doesn’t that surprise me? What’s wrong, Zeke, can’t the big, bad sheriff handle the hard-on he’s packing in his jeans for the town whore?”
She leaned closer. “Or is that the problem? It’s just for the town whore?”
Fury flashed through him. “Call yourself that again, Rogue, and I might show you exactly why I keep trying to protect you. You don’t want to push that limit. ”
Her smile was as old as time itself, as knowing as pure erotic sin.
He sat still as she moved. As she slid over him like satin silk, those leather legs straddling his thighs, the damp heat of her pussy settling over the denim-covered length of his tortured cock.
“I’d saybwok-bwok , but I think you need a more direct approach. ” She breathed against his lips. “I have no fear, Sheriff, because you know what I know?”
His hands slid to her hips; his fingers pressed into the leather-covered flesh.
“What do you think you know?”
“I know,” she crooned, “the big, bad sheriff is all talk and no action. Sheriff Mayes, you’re chicken. One big hard-on-packing coward when it comes to something more than a quick little fuck in the dark. You don’t have the guts to give more of yourself than that, and we both know it. ”
FOURTEEN
A hard-on-packing coward!
His hand slid to her neck, then into her hair. His fingers fisted into the curls and the dominance inside him broke loose. He lost control, and for the first time in his life he didn’t even attempt to pull it back or attempt to soften it.
A hard smile pulled at his lips instead.
“Remember, Rogue, you made the dare. ”
“It wasn’t a dare. It’s the truth,” she charged relentlessly. “What’s wrong, Zeke, afraid I don’t tame as easily as your other women?”
He hoped to hell she didn’t, because he was damned if tame was what he wanted.
Her head tipped back as he pulled at her hair, a firm tug that tilted her chin and placed her lips in the perfect position for his kiss.
Fighting his needs had never been so hard.
“Taming you isn’t what I had in mind,” he growled, his head lowering, his body tight as he fought not to take what he wanted.
“Taming me is impossible. ” She nipped his lips; she broke his control.
