He acted before she could say something that would only hurt her more once the pain tearing at her eased.
Reaching out quickly, gripping the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her head back, he covered her lips with his as a growl burst from his chest.
She was killing him with the hurt raging at her tender soul. She was breaking his heart with the scent of her loneliness, her utter desolate hunger and the unmistakable desire to just be held.
His Gypsy would never accept being just held, though.
But she did take his kiss.
Her arms latched around his neck. With a shattered groan her head tilted to the side as his lips slanted across hers. His tongue sank inside the hot silken depths of her mouth as she met it immediately with her own. Rubbed against it. Licked at him and tasted him as he tasted her.
Pain was replaced by pleasure and hunger in the space of a heartbeat. Her pleasure. His greedy demand. And God knew he was starved for her. So f**king hungry for her kiss, for the taste of her that it was killing him.
The skimpy little cami tank she wore and too-short cutoff jeans were little protection against his touch, against his intent.
His tongue played with hers, challenging her with little flicks against it. Nipping her lips if she tried to draw back, he picked her up easily, turned her and stepped to the opened back passenger door of the Dragoon.
Laying her back across the wide bench seat, he jerked the hem of her shirt to the full, lace-covered mounds of her br**sts as he moved over her.
A flick of his fingers released the little front catch, spilling the lush curves to his waiting hand. Bracing a knee between her thighs to hold himself over her, as pleasure tore past their control.
He’d be damned if he could bear the pain she’d arrived with. Replacing it with hunger, with need, even if he knew her ire would be sorely raised later, was much preferable.
Much more enjoyable.
Moving his lips from hers, his kisses sliding to her neck, teeth raking against her flesh, a growl escaped him. A sweet feminine presence he hadn’t known he’d opened himself to was suddenly within his senses. Her pleasure became a part of him.
Hell, this hadn’t happened before. Her needs echoed through his mind as the impression of his lips against her ni**les, his teeth nipping, pulling at them, his tongue stroking them sent a wave of heat ripping through his mind.
Lust clawed at him. His lips moved to her br**sts. He was more than happy to fulfill that little need of hers. But as his lips covered a stiff, pointed little nipple and sucked it into his mouth, he became immersed in the needs clashing through her.
How had he ever enjoyed sex without this? Without the impression of his lover’s pleasure rocking his senses and amplifying his own sensations? It was so damned hot he was ready to come in his f**king pants.
His c**k was stiffer than it had ever been, the engorged head pulsing, throbbing desperately. He gripped her nipple with his teeth, tugged at it and felt the echo of sensation lashing with brutal ecstasy at her delicate body.
Her hips lifted again, the heat of her pu**y, the delicate scent of it driving spikes of hunger through his senses rubbed at his denim-covered cock.
She needed. Needed his hunger, needed his touch.
Sliding his hand down her stomach, her rising anticipation struck at his mind.
A fierce groan, part growl, erupted from him as he sucked her nipple into his mouth again while jerking the snaps of her cutoffs free and pushing his fingers beneath the material.
Heat poured from her. Her juices were saturating her panties, then saturating his fingers as he slid them into the swollen folds.
Slick, thick, moisture prepared her for him.
The scent of her tempted him, the heated sweet juices making his mouth water for the taste of her.
Drawing back, he stared back down at her, seeing her closed eyes, the mask of complete, absorbed hunger on her face.
“Look at me,” he rasped, the hunger tearing at him, straining his tenuous control.
Dark lashes lifted, green eyes stared back at him, dazed from her pleasure as he pulled his fingers from her pu**y and brought them to his lips.
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Gypsy jerked beneath Rule as he brought his fingers to his lips, the hard flesh glistening with the rich layer of her juices a second before he began sucking the taste of her from them.