Shakedown (Souls Chapel Revenants MC 8)

“What?” I countered, not bothering to answer her earlier question.

She blinked.

“I guess I’m upset that you keep staring at my lips, and then not kissing me,” she admitted. “You keep touching me, looking like you might, and I work myself up to it, and then you don’t.”

Before I could say a thing to that, she grinned and pulled away from me, heading toward the bathroom seconds later with my t-shirt hiked up high over her hips.

And I realized two things.

One, she was naked underneath my t-shirt, and two, I’d been sleeping next to her all night exactly like that.

I rolled over onto my side, away from the bathroom, and tried to control the raging erection that was tenting the front of my sweatpants.

I’d never, not ever, been unable to control myself around a woman.

Until Belle.

She came back to bed a short time later, and I had to tense my entire body to keep from reaching for her.

Then, before I could tell myself that this was a bad idea, my control snapped.

I moved until she was underneath me, but not one single piece of me was touching her.

I stared at her in the dark.

“I think you need to go to the other room,” I told her breathlessly.

The only light in the room, the stupid light that came in from the moon that had illuminated her backside, was nonexistent in the bed.

Meaning, I couldn’t see her face or judge how she felt by my new position.

But I hoped that she felt threatened.

She should, anyway.

I was about to do questionable things to her if she didn’t get the fuck out of my bed.

And even if she did, I didn’t know if I could stop myself from following her right out the door.

But she needed to take that first step, because I knew that I couldn’t.

“Why?” she asked.

She didn’t sound scared.

What was wrong with the crazy woman?

Couldn’t she tell when a dangerous man was losing control?

Because I was right there, on the verge, and seconds away from putting my hands on her when I knew that she didn’t like to be touched.

“Because I want you. I want to touch you. I want to put my fingers inside of you. My cock. My tongue. And I want to not stop until we both have exactly what we want,” I growled.

She breathed out swiftly, finally showing me the first sign that she wasn’t completely unaffected.

“Who’s to say that I don’t want all those same things?” she asked, her breath once again fanning against my own.

I shifted slightly, my body starting to tire now that I was holding myself so still over her. “I’m going to touch you.”