Okay, that was hot…seriously hot, I think, as the space between my legs tingles.

Standing, he puts his fingers to the button of his jeans then pushes them down and kicks them to the side. My eyes automatically go to his waist then drop to his very aroused manhood.

Holy cow.

“Not tonight.”

Lifting my eyes to his, I swallow then squeak as he pulls me down with him into the bed and adjusts us until my head his pillowed against his chest. Tugging the blankets over us, he then reaches over, picks up the remote for the light, and hits the button, turning the room dark.

“Sleep, baby.”

I want to tell him I’m not tired or that there is no possible way I will be able to sleep, but my eyes grow heavy, and before I know it, I’m asleep exactly where I want to be.

Chapter 6

Sven

Truth be told

LYING WITH MAGGIE in my arms, her soft breathing letting me know she’s asleep, I squeeze my eyes closed. It’s not safe for her to be with me right now, but the idea of her being anywhere else is enough to drive me mad. Paulie Amidio, the mob boss for Lacamo, is sure to put two and two together with Kai’s sudden return to life and Paulie’s son being dead. Regardless of the fact his son was going to take him out, he will want revenge for his death. I trust Kai and Kenton. I know both men want to put an end to Paulie’s rein of terror, but until he’s taken out and his power extinguished, no one is safe, including Maggie. And that’s not okay with me, which means I need to take every precaution necessary to make sure she stays safe.

Pulling her closer to me, her warmth settles into my skin helping me drift off to sleep.

WAKING TO THE soft, warm woman in my arms, her ass cradled against my thighs, my hands full of her curves, and the scent of her in my nose, I regret that I have to get up soon. All I really want to do is roll her to her back and listen to her breath hitch, like it did every time I slid into her. I wasn’t lying when I said she’s the best I’ve ever had. Her body alone is enough to bring me to my knees, but the way she looks at me, the way she says my name, and the feel of her skin against mine all give me something I didn’t know I was missing when it came to sex. Something I didn’t care about before her, an intimacy that made being with her almost unbearable.

My possessiveness when it comes to her is an emotion I never expected to experience firsthand, and nothing could have ever prepared me for it. I knew I wanted Maggie when I first met her, but after feeling my first bite of jealousy, I knew what I was feeling for her was more than just infatuation and lust. I knew I would do everything within my power to make sure she never looked at or touched another man again. I knew I would do whatever necessary to make sure she was mine. I just didn’t realize the walls I thought I built up around myself were nothing compared to the walls she has around her. She guards herself so closely, never allowing herself to be vulnerable for anyone. But I won’t accept anything less than all of her. I want her—no, need her—to feel for me what I feel for her.

Turning in my arms, her face goes into my chest and my eyes drop down to see if she’s awake, only to find her eyes closed, her dark lashes resting against her cheeks, her mouth in a soft pout. Kissing her forehead, I wrap my arms tighter around her and rest my chin on top of her head. I’m not happy about the shit I have to do today, but knowing what could’ve happened had I not shown up at the club when I did has had me on edge since yesterday afternoon when I woke with her in my bed with tears of confusion and horror in her beautiful eyes.

Regardless of the fact things worked out in my favor, someone is going to pay for what’s been done. Then I have the issue of figuring out who the fuck the chick was in my house last night, how she got in, and who sent her. If Maggie wasn’t Maggie, that whole fucked up situation could have lead me to losing her before she ever realized she’s mine, and that is not okay with me.

Hearing her moan my name as her legs move restlessly against the sheet, I pull my head back to look down at her and watch as her nipples press against her tank top and her legs twitch again. Running my hand down her side and over the curve of her hip, I pull her closer, hearing her moan once more.

“Baby,” I whisper against her ear, only to have her whimper. Then her body stills and my head dips, finding her eyes open on me, a deeper honey color than I’ve ever seen, giving me an inkling of what she was dreaming of. “You were dreaming.”

“I…” She squeezes her eyes closed and her chest heaves.

Rolling her to her back, I wrap my hand around her calf and pull it up around my hip. Kissing her mouth, her cheek, and then her ear, I whisper, “What were you dreaming about?”

“I don’t remember,” she murmurs her lie as her hands slide up my sides and her head dips back into the pillow, allowing me access to the curve of her throat.

“You do,” I tell her, dragging my tongue up her throat, and then ask, “Was I doing that?”

“No,” she moans, and I grind my erection against her.

“Hmm, what about this?” I coast my hand up her thigh, along the curve of her waist, and cup her breast, running my thumb across her nipple. Her back arches off the bed and her eyes open to meet mine.

“I…I don’t remember,” she whimpers, raising her hands to my shoulders then one smoothly up the side of my neck, into the back of my hair. Lowering my mouth down onto hers, I kiss her bottom lip then slide my tongue across the seam of her mouth as I pinch her nipple between two fingers. I use her gasp to slip my tongue between her lips, touching hers. Moaning into my mouth, I side my hand up then down under her tank and cup her breast in my palm.

“Oh, God,” she cries into my mouth as I roll her nipple.

Kissing down her throat, I bend my head and pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, loving that my marks are still there. Her legs lift and wrap around my ass, and my free hand moves between her legs, sliding over her panties, feeling the wetness on the material as my fingers pass over it. Pressing my cock into the bed, I raise my head to look at her then slide along the inner seam of her underwear, and groan when my fingers slip through her slick heat.

“You’re so wet, Mags, so fucking wet for me,” I praise, gliding my finger around her clit, causing her hips to buck.

“Sven.”

“I’m right here.” I pull her nipple back into my mouth then move to her other breast and do the same.

“Please,” she cries while my fingers glide down, one then two, entering her and feeling her clamp down on them like a vise. “So tight, so fucking hot.” I rise up, taking her mouth again, freeing my cock from my boxers, and move her panties to the side to slide the tip over her clit then down, putting just the head inside. Pulling back, I watch her eyes go half-mast and listen to her breath hitch as I press fully into her, gritting my teeth against the exquisite pleasure of having her wrapped around me. Leaning back on my knees, I pull her forward to tug her top off over her head then lean forward again, pulling out then sinking back in.

“Jesus, fucking, heaven.” Wrapping my fist around her hair, I tilt her head back and take her mouth again.

“What…?” she whimpers as I pull out of her and sit back on my calves.

“Shhh,” I hush, sliding her panties over her hips and down her thighs, dropping them to the bed. I kick off my shorts and move between her legs again, wrapping them over my arms, then dip my face to pull her nipple into my mouth, sliding into her at the same time. Releasing her nipple with a pop, her hands wrap around my shoulders and her head falls back onto the bed while her eyes slide closed.