Never Have an Outlaw's Baby (Deadly Pistols MC #3)(16)

Why I believed him, who the hell knows. I let him kiss me, softer and slower than before, and soon he led me outside into the night.

By the next kiss, I surrendered. How could I do anything else with my heart smashed up in a thousand pieces and the immaculate night sky glowing above?

Any woman would do the same. Anybody young, who hadn't had a good thing happen since that night he took me out three long years ago, and buried my woes in his lips.

“Baby, baby, f*ck. I'm gonna make you feel so good. Better than any man ever will,” he growled, taking his hungry lips off mine just long enough to gaze into my eyes.

His were so dark. So hungry. So wild.

“Big promises,” I said, moistening my lips with my tongue. “Why don't you shut up and show me?”

I offered him what I'd wanted to give up for three damned years.

His hand pushed against my back, bringing me home. Our lips connected, hotter than before, melting what little resistance I had left.

He could pretend to kiss me like a lover, a man who cared, the other piece of me I'd been missing for so f*cking long.

Well, so could I.

I'd give him the hot, wild time he wanted tonight, before he left me behind for a second time. He'd love my body like he wanted more. I'd fool myself into thinking he did, knowing this might be the last time I'd have something I truly wanted, or at least an illusion so real I could hold it.

My lips moved against his, opening for his tongue.

Faster, harder, sweeter. His kisses came in waves, all consuming and all conquering.

Joker's hand swept up my thigh, rounded its way to my butt. He cupped one side of my ass and squeezed, feeding the wet craving between my thighs.

Whatever else he'd do to me tonight, he'd worship my body the way it deserved. I'd give myself to a man who knew exactly what he was doing, who'd probably done it a thousand times to a thousand different women.

That thought made me hate him. But as twisted as it was, I wanted him even more just then.

“You f*ckin' been lying to me, or what? I have to know,” he snarled, suddenly pulling his lips off mine. “You kiss so damned hot it's hard to believe you ain't never been f*cked before, beautiful.”

I blinked in surprise, noticing how badly I was panting in his arms. His fingers clenched my leg so hard I thought it would bruise, and I shuddered.

Lying? No, hell no. I shook my head.

“I like you, idiot. Enough to tell the truth,” I said, staring into his eyes, fire roaring through every part of me. “I want you. Badly. Joker, dammit, no more games. I've been waiting for this for three long years. Haven't had time for anybody else. I've been waiting for you to come to your senses. Waiting for you to come back and take what's been yours since that night when we kissed, when I was just a high school kid...”

If he walked away now...holy shit. My hands crawled up his back, stopping along his shoulders, where I grabbed him and dug my nails in.

I wouldn't let him leave. We'd gone too far to give this up a second time.

He moved like a panther. Snarling, ripping at my clothes, jerking me onto his lap.

“Three goddamned f*ckin' wasted years,” he rumbled, sliding my jeans down around my ankles, then reaching for my panties. In one furious push, they were down my legs, leaving nothing between my wetness and his hand. “Been waiting for this a long ass time, little Summer. I've been jerking off thinking about you, and thinking about you again when I'm balls deep in those sluts who can't even hold a f*ckin' candle to what you've got...f*ck me alive! You've got it all.”

His breath became a harsh whisper. Shoving my skirt up, his face stopped near one knee, and slowly began kissing up it.

I didn't know whether to love him or hate him just then. Thinking about the glorious bastard moving between my legs with other girls made me see red. But he'd said it was me on his mind, the whole damned time, and he'd said it with such a storm in his voice I knew it was true.

My fight died the second he sucked at my inner thigh.

His hands moved above his head, aggressively plumping my breast through my shirt. The other grazed my * several times, sliding through the sopping wet center, brushing my clit for a split second every time.

Joker's stubble needled my skin like nails. Everything collided here.

The good and the bad. The rational and the senseless. All my better instincts, wiped out in one flash by his heat, his kiss, his promises in every deeply sexual movement.

No, make that flashes, plural.

I saw lightning when his mouth moved up again. He growled, stopping with his lips next to my core, pouring molten breath all over it in the worst tease I'd ever had.

My fingernails fought, scratching through his leather and his t-shirt. Slowly opening, my eyes went down, and caught the raging desire in his bright hazel eyes.

“Lay the f*ck back, woman,” he growled, reaching for my thighs with both hands, pulling them apart. “I ain't saying another word 'til your hot little cunt's blown itself up on my face several times. There's no going back once you feel this tongue. I ain't going back – I'm swallowing every drop. I own you tonight. This night and maybe every last f*ckin' night you've got here on Earth...”

Shit, shit. He made me believe.

My heart banged in my chest. Almost caused me to pass out when he finally made good on what he promised.