Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Tonight, I'm going to be a little bit selfish.
Tomorrow, I can go back to worrying about my brother.
"Raise up, rabbit," Andreas says, tugging on my pants.
I obediently lift my hips, allowing him to strip them off me. His eyes rake up my legs, heating to obsidian pools as they go. Part of me feels like I should cover my panties, hide them from his gaze…but I don't. I lay still, defiant in the virginal white cotton.
"Jesus," he mutters, his voice thick as he stares at me there. I know he sees the wet spot on them. He licks his lips when he sees it, his chest rising and falling. The way he looks at me… God, I've never felt more like prey before or less like running.
My entire body catches on fire. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to squirm on top of the bed. But somehow, I manage to lay still.
"You're going to break me, aren't you?" he rumbles, lifting his gaze to mine.
I'm pretty sure he's going to break me first, but I don't tell him that. I just shrug, which makes him smile at me and shake his head.
"Fuck, yeah, you are," he says with a soft laugh. And then he reaches for my hoodie, slowly sliding it up my body. His lips touch mine in a reassuring kiss before he pulls it off over my head, leaving me in nothing but my panties and bra.
I tremble beneath him.
"Can I take your bra off, Catriona?"
"Y…" I swallow, working moisture back into my mouth. "Yes."
He kisses me again. My lips. My cheeks. Both of my shoulders. His stubble scrapes my sensitive flesh, making my stomach clench and twist and ache. God, it aches in the best way possible. I squeeze my legs together, trying to relieve the pressure.
"You're beautiful, little one. So fucking beautiful."
I tremble again when he strips my bra off in one deft move.
"My God," he groans, his breath blowing hot across my nipple.
I moan, arching beneath him, silently pleading for him to kiss me there. I want—no, I need—his mouth on me. Right there. I'm aching for it. Dying for it. What is he doing to me?
"Andreas."
"I know." He shifts around above me, his chest grazing mine.
I cry out, his name a broken plea on my lips. I don't even know what I'm pleading for here. More. Less. Everything. I want this man with an intensity that's almost terrifying. I've never felt anything like it.
"Lift your arms," he croons.
I obey as if in a trance…only to be left blinking in disappointed confusion as he pulls a t-shirt down over my head. His scent engulfs me, and I know it's his shirt. He's naked from the waist up, acres of olive skin and brawny muscle sending my mind into a tailspin. A single tattoo adorns his bicep. An intricate butterfly designed to look like a skull. It's haunting and beautiful at the same time.
"You should sleep, rabbit," he murmurs, lifting me from the bed and then pulling the covers back before gently laying me down again, my head against his pillows. "You've had a hard day."
"I…" He's stopping? Just like that?
He runs a hand down the side of my face, his onyx gaze eating me alive. "My control is paper thin when it comes to you. You're too goddamn beautiful."
My heart flutters.
He tips his head forward, pressing his lips to my forehead. And then the bedside lamp clicks off. I lay in quasi-darkness, listening to him shuffle around as he strips out of the rest of his clothes. My heart pounds against my breastbone, my body overheated. I still ache everywhere. I want him. Desperately.
He slips into bed behind me, pulling me into his arms. I melt into the hard wall of his chest, my back to his front. God, he feels even better mostly naked than he did fully clothed. He's warm and hard, his legs tangling with mine. I drift toward sleep, too exhausted to function.
His lips brush my shoulder. "Sweet dreams, little one."
I turn to tell him goodnight and something nudges my bottom, hard and insistent. He groans, grasping my hip to keep me still. Just like that, I'm wide awake again. He's hard. So hard. Doesn't it hurt?
"Catriona, little one," he says, his voice strangled when I shift my hips backward, trying to feel more of him. Curious, eager. I've never felt one before now. "Go to sleep."
"Sorry," I whisper. I'm not really sorry though. Not very anyway. He's the one who made me all achy and crazy and then just…stopped. As if I can just turn it off now that he's turned it on! I can't. My body doesn't work like that. Until him, I wasn't sure it worked at all. I've been turned on before, sure, but never like this.