Page 82 of Preacher Man

Swallowing back more anger, he stepped in further, closing her in, she arched her neck back and gave him that smile. That damn smile with her eyes turning smoky with want.

Preacher dropped his head, took in the scent of her skin, vanilla so sweet he would have lapped at her not even two minutes ago.

When he crushed a kiss to her mouth, testing her, she opened and licked his tongue, moaned into his lips like it was the only thing she wanted to do.Liar.

He grew hard gripping her hips.This is what I do to you, Ruby. He wanted to growl, grinding his cock to her belly as she moaned and rubbed up against him, her arms going around his shoulders.

What the hell was going on? Whatever it was, Preacher didn’t like it. He pulled back her lips all kiss swollen, she lifted her eyelids languidly and smiled again.

“Did you get the food? I’m starving, you wore me out.”

“Did I?” Tone flat, he grabbed up the bag and set it on her lap when she sat Indian style on the bed.

She looked so unbelievably cute his belly ached.

He let her eat. He wasn’t a monster. She was hungry and he didn’t want her to ever be hungry on his watch. So, he let her eat, picked at a few fries himself, but mostly watched as she inhaled the burger, fries, onion rings and the malted ice cream cup. Why was he turned on watching her eat? Because it was Ruby and he'd placed her in the perfect category. She could belch the alphabet and he'd probably jack off to it.

That was bullshit though, it was all special concerning Ruby. Everything she did, she drew breath and he was aroused, she pushed her hair back with those long thin fingers and he wanted to pound her so she all that existed were her screams.

Look how beautiful she is,he thought. With her hair, wet and hanging in strands down her back, smooth legs crossed, she was the epitome of relaxed enjoying the last crumbs of food. He wanted to know what she was thinking, wanted to demand to know every thought, was it him or this Sebastian that turned up the corner of her mouth in that secret little smile? Was it Preacher she was dazed about or the dirty little phone call she’d waited until he was out of sight to make?

His gut in knots and he knew it shouldn’t but possession was nine-tenths of the fucking law and he was an outlaw who followed his own rules and Ruby belonged to him.

She belonged to him.

Fuck. Clarity right there. He dragged in a breath, the truthful air stinging his lungs, caught her attention, he passed it off as nothing, shrugged out of his jacket, tossed it on the chair and he approached the bed. Filling in his own blanks, the noise buzzed around Preacher’s head.

Back in his army days he’d been cool and collected, had to be for the type of job he did, on any given day he could have died ten times over, and it was only the skill and ingenuity of him and his team that he was still here today, to act like a fucking pathetic jealous moron staring at his minx.

“Tiny dancer, I got a question.”

“Yes, I want to have sex.” She giggled. An actual sweet giggle. That was his noise, he deemed, his imagination fired off scenes of using Grinder to track the phone fool, and Preacher would kill him fast. Yeah, a nice fast death for whoever had put that cute soft smile in her voice when she’d told him she loved him.

Smiling back at her, after all, he wanted sex as well, always wanted sex with her, she was a drug in his blood, that fast fix that only got out of control when he needed more.

Before he’d known it, Preacher was an addict.

He dropped to his knees and pushed his hands to the top of her thighs, drawing up her smooth skin underneath the towel, the knot came undone easily, she let it fall either side of her body.

Bare to his eyes, he looked his fill, making her feel it deep in her belly, fucking her with his gaze.

Hands on her ass he pulled her forward until she was on the edge of the bed, he hooked her legs over his forearms.

Oh yeah, greedy little pussy wanted him, she was practically weeping, he widened his arms to push her legs open to see his little baby glistening her hello.

He was a man, despite his anger his body was alive, pulsing and ready to fuck.

“Preacher?”

Leaning forward he buried his face in her sex, pressing his lips to her wet lips, her taste exploded in his mouth, he was seriously fucking addicted to this woman.

More reason to kill Sebastian.

Yeah, he could see it now. She liked this guy, so he wouldn’t be cruel, he’d make it fast. See, he was reasonable like that.

But she’d agreed to this. She’d fucking agreed.

Licking her once, twice, he heard her gasp and then felt her hands bury in his short ponytail, he liked to feel her nails scrape against his shaved scalp and that came a second later, the sensation drilled down to the base of his spine. He pushed her back onto the bed so she was laid flat and his mouth on her drenched pussy.