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crushed her mouth with his own. “Mmmm...” he murmured as he licked away every bit of her cream.
    She squirmed, needing release. The movement had her thong brushing over her aching clit. Pushing her to the edge.
    “Not yet,” he said as he moved to the foot of the bed and parted her thighs. Cool air rushed over her heated flesh. “When you cum, you cum for me.”
    She bit her lip to keep from crying out, from letting him know how desperately she wanted the release he promised. Moisture seeped from her pussy as his dark head moved between her thighs, his tongue running slowly over the swollen folds.
    “Oh,” she groaned, her head digging back into the pillow, her hips lifting.
    “Tell me what I want to hear, Brianna,” he ordered as his fingers parted her. His tongue delved inside, sweeping past the nub of her desire in hard, angry thrusts.
    She clutched at the ropes that bound her, her body bucking wildly against his mouth as release came. Hot. Wet. Wild. Perfect.
    “I see I’m gonna have to fuck the truth out of you,” he said, his voice tight.
    Yes! her mind cried out. Fuck me!
    He moved up over her, his cock straining against the denim of his jeans as he rubbed against her.
    Her hips rocked back, her legs parting in silent pleading.
    He withdrew with a curse and pushed off her to stand beside the bed.
    Why had he stopped?
    He shoved a hand back through his hair. “I won’t do this.”
    Why not? she wanted to scream. Then she remembered her words to Marissa. ...when men were men and lived by a genuine code of honor... Did outlaws have honor, too? Wouldn’t that be just her luck?
    He turned and started for the door.
    “Where are you going?”
    He pivoted to glare at her. “Leaving before I give in to the urge to plant my cock between those sweet thighs of yours.”
    Desire rippled through her stomach. Outlaw or not, no man had ever aroused her the way Jake Dawson did with just words alone.
    “Jake, please...”
    “When you give me what I want, I’ll do the same,” he told her, slamming the door shut behind his retreating form.
    She squirmed in protest. “You’re nothing but a cunt-tease!”
    She’d seen the hunger in his eyes. Felt the thrust of his hard, thick cock as he’d rubbed against her. Why couldn’t he forget his damned code of honor, if only this one time, and fuck her like she knew he wanted to do? Like she wanted him to do.
     
    Jake stepped out into the cool night air and unbuttoned his fly with a muttered curse. Shoving his jeans halfway down his hips, he curled a hand around his swollen cock and fell into a furious rhythm. Hard, relentless strokes that had his thighs quivering and his ass clenching.
    His balls hitched and tightened. His breaths came in rasping pants with each measured stroke of his hand. He needed release. Needed to push the woman in his bed from his mind. Needed...
    His groan filled the night as his cock pulsed, emptying onto the darkened ground below in thick, hot, raining spurts. With another curse, he shoved his still semi-erect cock back into his drawers and fastened his jeans.
    Maybe now the need for his captive would be out of his system. With her perfect curves and those soft little moans. That hot, wet cunt...
    “Fuck,” he murmured as the thickness returned to his cock.
    He paced in front of the cabin in long, hurried strides, furious at his lack of self-control where his captive was concerned. A woman who’d shown up with some farfetched story about dropping into his corral through some hole in time. One whose body made a man act without thinking for the want of touching that sweet flesh.
    And damn his weakness for sexy, long-legged females. Hadn’t he sworn never to get caught up in their lure ever again? Yet, he’d touched Brianna. Had come close to fucking her and not for revenge, but because he craved it. Craved her. A woman he knew was lying to him. Just like the whore who had nearly cost him his life had. How big of a fool was he?
    His gaze