Atonement (Angel's Halo MC 5)

Dark eyes narrowed, his nostrils flared. He leaned down so we were on an even eye level. “That can be arranged, Quinn.” His voice was even deeper now, full of a lust that I had never experienced.

I swallowed hard. My heart was racing like an out of control freight train, and suddenly, my palms were slick with sweat.

Forget about Raider Hannigan, a voice in the back of my head commanded. It’s time to move on. Fuck this guy until you don’t remember who Raider is.

Another voice, one that was notably more quiet than usual tried to argue. Don’t do it, Quinn. You’re a good girl. Don’t give your V to just any guy.

I almost rolled my eyes as my inner angel and demon tried to play tug of war with my conscience. Meanwhile, in the real world, Boomer was still standing in the bathroom doorway, his eyes practically eating me alive as he waited for me to make up my mind.

Taking a small step forward, I lifted a hand and pressed my palm to the center of his chest under his prospect cut. “Kiss me,” I commanded, trying to channel all the badass chicks I knew as I pretended to know what the hell I was doing.

One second he was standing there in front of me, the next he was grabbing for my ass with both hands, backing me up against the wall behind me. He lifted me like I weighed nothing at all until I was eye level with him. With one hand now under my ass, he lifted the other to wrap around the ponytail at the back of my head.

Boomer took a moment, his gaze sweeping over every one of my facial features, before he lowered his head and captured my lips in a hun

gry kiss.

This was all new to me. I didn’t know where to put my hands, didn’t know what I should do with my legs that just dangled between us. I felt awkward, but his lips were nice. They were warm, slightly damp, and they were trying to devour my mouth. I tried to keep up, tried to pretend I knew what I was doing, but not even the alcohol could give me the one thing I needed right then.

Experience.

The only other kiss I had ever had was when my date got up the nerve to kiss me after our junior prom back in high school. The guy had been shaking so badly our teeth had bumped and his braces had cut my top lip. It was only later that I learned that Colt had put the fear of God into the poor guy in case he tried anything with me. I didn’t get many date offers after that.

Between the overprotectiveness of Colt and the uncles, as well as taking care of my mother while she had been so sick, chances to date hadn’t come up all that often.

This kiss was nothing like that first one, but even though it was nice, it wasn’t doing any of those incredible things I had read about in the thousands of romance novels I had read. There was no instant spark. No fireworks exploding as his hand under my ass grew bold, and he squeezed one globe roughly, his fingers rubbing over my jean-clad pussy. I didn’t get goose bumps, or feel lightheaded.

It was kind of a letdown, yet I didn’t try to stop the kiss. Maybe it would get better. I hoped at least.

I tilted my head, kissing him back as I linked my hands at the back of his neck. He pulled me in closer, grinding his lower body against my abdomen. I felt something flex against me and my blush intensified.

Holy crap. He was hard. For … me.

That thought gave me a new kind of high the alcohol hadn’t been able to, and I tried harder to get into the kiss.

This guy wanted me. He was smoking hot and a nice guy from what little I knew about him.

I could have done worse, that was for sure.

And I was ready to lose my V.

I pulled my head back, breaking the kiss. We were both breathing hard, and I caught the scent of his breath. A hint of coffee under the smell of beer and smoke.

“Bed,” I told him, licking my lips and finding them oddly sore. “Find us a bed.”

His grin was almost wicked. “Yes, ma’am.”

Chapter 5

Raider

I was just starting to doze off when I heard a loud thump against my door. I shifted onto my front.

Figuring it was just a few of the guys fucking around, I closed my eyes again. Everyone knew this room was off limits, so I didn’t think anything else of it.

Sleep started to take me over again. Sleep was the one place where I could have everything I wanted. Where I could fuck Quinn any way I wanted, as many times as I wanted.

The thump came again, followed by a feminine giggle that had my eyes shooting open. I knew that giggle. There hadn’t been a time I had heard it and not savored the sound, locking it away for the empty nights when I was finally all alone.