Silver Saints MC Volume 1 - Fiona Davenport Page 0,7
to make sure he was still sleeping before lifting it off him so I could get a better look. His eyes were closed, and his chest continued to rise and fall in a steady rhythm. I breathed a soft sigh of relief since I had no desire to get caught, but then I almost groaned in disappointment when my gaze drifted lower only to find my view blocked by a pair of black boxers.
“Stop looking at me like that, baby. Before I do something we’ll both regret,” he rasped out, startling me. Heat swept up my neck as my head jerked up. His pale green eyes were heavy-lidded and focused on my face.
“But what if I wouldn’t regret it?” Heat burned my cheeks as I asked the bold question.
He wrapped his fingers around my wrist, dragging me up and onto his chest. “Trust me. You would. You’re just too damn young to know any better.”
“Yeah, I’m young,” I conceded. “But I’m not stupid.”
He blew out a harsh breath and rubbed a hand over his face. “What you are is untouched, and I don’t fuck virgins.”
I tried to jerk away from him, but he didn’t loosen his grip. “If you’re not planning to touch me—to violate my dad’s demon spawn—why am I in your bed? Why are you holding me tight instead of pushing me away?”
His hand drifted down my back to cup my butt. “You got it wrong, baby. I called you perfect, not a demon. And that’s why you’re here with me. Because you’re too damn tempting.” He drove his hips upwards and ground his hardness against me. “I ache with need for you. Never knew it could hurt this bad. But I’m not gonna take you.”
“But why?” It didn’t make any sense to me. Mac was the kind of guy who took what he wanted, and it certainly sounded like he wanted me. “Why not give in when we’re both hurting?”
His eyes flared, and he cursed under his breath as he rolled me onto my back. Levering his body over mine, he lowered his head and captured my mouth. My body melted against his, and my lips parted when his tongue swept across them. My acceptance of his kiss earned me a guttural groan, and his hand dove into my hair. He tilted my head back as he devoured me—his tongue stroking deep inside my mouth, claiming me.
Then he parted my legs, settled his hips between them, and I whimpered against his lips. Every inch of our bodies were plastered together. His hard length was pressed against my opening, with only my sleep shorts and his boxers separating us. I was dizzy with need, my shorts quickly moving past damp to drenched.
“One fucking kiss,” he rasped. “And you’re almost ready to fly apart for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hissed, wiggling my hips. I wanted him closer. “Need more.”
“So damn sweet.” He wedged his face against my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. “There’s no reason for us both to suffer, not when I can give you the relief that you need.”
I shifted beneath him, and he groaned. His sensual promise made my core clench. My thighs tightened around him, and he gave a quick thrust of his hips that stroked his hard length up the center of my sleep shorts. “Mac,” I gasped.
His teeth sank into the side of my neck, hard enough to leave a mark, and then he sat up between my legs with a hand holding my knees open. His eyes swept down my body, until they focused between my legs. “Look at that. I can see how turned on you are, right through those tiny shorts of yours.” He flashed me a cocky grin. “Remind me to throw ‘em the fuck away. Need to get you something else to wear to bed because you’re too damn tempting in those. I’d lose my fucking shit if anyone else saw you dressed like this.”
The possessive statement threw me for a loop since it was the last thing I expected to hear from him. I was the girl he’d kidnapped to seal a deal with my dad; not someone he should be jealous about. But I wasn’t going to argue with him over it; not when it only made me want him more than I already did.
“Be a good girl and stay still for me,” he ordered, tugging my shorts down my legs as he shuffled back to lie down at the end of the mattress.