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)
"I don't want to hurt you," I whimper, twisting my hands up in his jacket, pulling him closer, closer. He'll never be close enough. He'll never kiss me enough. I'm greedy when it comes to him. So damn greedy. I've tried so hard not to be selfish with him, to stand firm and guard his heart as fiercely as I can. But my resolve is weak. I'm weak when it comes to him. So damn weak.
"The only thing that hurts me is you thinking you don't deserve me." His nose glides along mine, his breath blowing hot across the side of my face. It sends pleasurable chills through me, hardening my nipples, heating my core. His hands skim my body, tugging at the fabric of my dress, gliding like silk across my bare skin. "You're the brightest light in this world, little one. I saw you shining in the mouth of that alley and thought you were a fucking angel. I knew then that you were mine. I love you, rabbit. Let me love you."
"Oh no," I whisper, tugging the button free on his jacket and then slipping my hands beneath. I run them up his chest and then over his shoulders, slipping his jacket down as I go. It slides over his back, hangs on his arms, and then slips free, landing on the floor at our feet.
"Oh no?" he murmurs, planting sweet kisses all along my jawline.
"I forgot you could see me where I was standing in the alley."
He huffs out a laugh. "I tell you I love you, and this is your response? You're killing my ego, little one."
"It seemed important," I mutter defensively. "I thought you and Giant were kidnappy murderers. Letting you see me probably wasn't smart."
"Jesus," he groans, burying his face in my throat. "I'm never letting you out of my sight again, Catriona. Had anything happened to you…"
I don't remind him that something did happen to me. He got the drop on me. I have a feeling that won't make him feel any better.
"I love you, Andreas," I whisper instead, not sure it's adequate to express the way I feel about him. There's so much, it feels like a tempest raging through me. A million different emotions pulse through me with each electric beat of my heart—hope, want, need, desire. So much damn desire.
I'm not entirely convinced that loving me won't hurt him, but I think I have to take a leap here because I'm already hurting him. Pushing him away is hurting him. Holding part of myself back is hurting him. What's the point of trying to save him from a possibility when doing so causes an inevitability? I don't want to cause him pain. I don't want to be the thing that makes him sad. I just want to be with him. I just want…forever.
If asking for that is wrong, well, I guess I'm just going to have to be wrong.
"Andreas?"
"Yeah, little one?"
"It's my turn to make a rule now."
"Yeah? What rule is that?"
"If I'm going to wear pretty dresses for you, you have to leave them in messes on the floor at the end of the night," I say. "No more keeping yourself back from me. I need all of you."
"Jesus," he rasps, his voice thick with emotion. He presses into me, so close I feel his heart pounding against my chest, beating as fast as mine. "You want me to make love to you, little one?"
"So bad." I clench my hands on his shoulders, tugging helplessly at his shirt as desire spikes higher, rising more swiftly than before. The need to feel his weight on top of me, to feel him inside me… God, I'm going to lose my mind if he isn't mine soon. I need him. Here and now. Like I've never needed anything before.
"You're beautiful," he says, his eyes dark obsidian. And oh, I know that look, the one that hints at every wicked thing he wants to do to me. It promises pleasure I've only dreamed about.
Heat twists in my belly at the sight of it, spreading outward in ever-widening ripples. I nearly cry at the sight of it. He's done telling me no. Finally.
My gaze falls to his lips, eager for more of his kisses. Will they be tinged with the truth now? Will love change the taste of his lips and the shape of his tongue? I moan at the thought, dying to know. I want to know everything about this man. Everything.
"Catriona," he breathes, his voice husky, and then his mouth descends on mine. His tongue darts out, licking at the seam of my lips. He backs me toward the windows, teasing his tongue across my bottom lip at the same time.
My back hits the cool glass, pulling a moan from my lips. It feels good against my overheated skin, the dichotomy of sensations overwhelming. Andreas reaches for my hands, pulling them up above my head to pin them against the glass. The move leaves me trapped beneath him, completely at his mercy. I like it far too much.