Arrow's Hell (Wind Dragons MC #2)(34)

He ignores me, trying to get comfortable. When he sits up and pulls off his T-shirt, my mouth waters and I decide that maybe he can sleep here. His body is perfectly cut and defined, and I get a flash of ripped abs before he pulls the sheet up to cover himself. I feel my nipples pebble, unable to get that image out of my head.

Holy shit, he’s a fine specimen.

“You going to sleep or just stand there with your mouth open all night? If you stay like that I might get ideas that will get both of us into shit,” he says in a husky voice. Is that his sex voice? Because I could get on board with that. I head to the bathroom, shower and brush my teeth, then change into my pajamas. When I walk back into the room Arrow is still awake and watching me. Am I really going to sleep next to him? My feet take me to the other side of the bed. I lift up the blanket and slide in next to him.

I guess that’s a yes.

“Your feet are f*ckin’ cold,” he complains, but pulls me closer, into the safety of his arms. How am I supposed to sleep, being pressed up against him like this? His whole body is rock-hard, steel against my softness. I feel protected. Swallowed by his big body, wrapped in his strength.

I also feel more turned on than I ever remember feeling.

“Arrow?” I whisper.

“Sleep,” he replies, kissing the back of my head.

For once, I do as he says.

*

I wake up feeling warm and safe. When I open my eyes, the first things I see are two sleepy, smiling brown eyes staring at me.

I almost scream, quickly lifting my head up. “Arrow, what the hell?”

He smirks. “You look so cute when you sleep. And the little snoring sounds you make are—”

“I do not snore!” I reply indignantly, scooting away from him on the bed. I can see that he’s already had a shower: his hair is damp and I can smell his clean scent from here.

He pulls me back, right up against his body. “You do.”

“I don’t.”

“Darlin’,” he says, smiling. “You do.”

“Prove it,” I demand, sounding smug.

My eyes widen in horror as he says, “Okay,” and grabs his phone from the side table.

“Tell me you didn’t,” I groan, rolling over and burying my face in my pillow.

But he did.

I hear a soft snoring noise playing through the phone.

I turn my head to the side to look at him, giving him the dirtiest look I can fathom. “You just crossed a line.”

He laughs, eyes crinkling. “I wasn’t going to show anyone.”

“Not the point,” I grit out, trying to hide my embarrassment. Who wants to actually hear themselves snoring?

There is no way to make that shit cute.

Someone please kill me now.

“That is the point. You can trust me; I just wanted to annoy you a little. See, I’ll delete it,” he says, unable to hide a grin.

I go to grab the phone off him to delete it myself but instead end up pinned under him. Before I know what he’s about to do, before I can think of the consequences, his mouth is on mine, firm and demanding.

And perfect.

Better than I had imagined, and trust me, I had imagined a lot.

His lips are full and soft and his tongue knows exactly what it’s doing as it licks my own, tasting me. He tastes delicious, like strawberry candy.

It’s not just a kiss, it’s the kiss.

And I lose myself in it.

My arms wrap around his neck as I put my all into the kiss, showing him without words how much I’ve wanted him.

He grinds his pelvis into me and I feel his hardness, feel the size of his cock Faye was telling me about.

He’s huge.

And so hard.

I raise my hips up, wanting more friction. Arrow suddenly lifts his head, moving his mouth away, ignoring my noise of protest. He peers down at me, watching me through gentle, heavy-lidded eyes. He swallows, his throat working as his gaze lowers to my lips. He licks his own, as if wanting another taste.

I make a soft mewling noise and gently grab on to his beard, wanting him to come back to me.

Wanting more of what he’d given me. I knew he had so much more to give, and I wanted it. I wanted everything he had to offer. In this moment, nothing else mattered.

“Sweet Anna,” he murmurs, eyes still on my lips.

“Arrow—”

“I know,” he says, the two words sounding like they were pulled from his throat. “Fuck, I shouldn’t have kissed you. I was selfish, I just wanted another taste.”

Just a taste? Does that mean that it isn’t going to happen again? I don’t like that. Not one bit. He thinks he is selfish, but I want him to be. I want to yell at him.

Be selfish.

Be selfish!

I don’t care. To me, it is selfish to keep himself away from me, especially after that kiss.

“Arrow—”

“Fuck.”

Yes, please.

He gently pulls away from me then, and I don’t like it. His index finger grazes my cheek, a touch so soft that goose bumps appear on my skin. He exhales, his finger now running down my jawline. Then, he drops his hand and pushes off the bed, standing next to it and staring at me, indecision written all over his expression.

As for me, I feel confused. How could he feel what I just did and not want any more? Why is he pulling away from me? I’m not an expert on love, but I don’t think that a connection like this comes along every day. I’d never experienced it before, but then Arrow was older than me, and had loved before me. I knew he didn’t love me, but surely he felt at least lust?