Page 27 of Forbidden Daddy Mate

“Possibly,” I said. “I don’t know. There’s something sexy about scars.”

“Is that so?” he asked. When had his hand moved to my thigh? My heart stopped for a fraction of a moment.

“Yeah,” I said. It was all I could think to say.

The tension hung between us as his hand lingered on my thigh. I wanted so badly to kiss him again. I couldn’t stop thinking about the way his body had felt against mine.

He released my thigh, gritting his teeth. It was obvious he was restraining himself.

“You should get some sleep,” he said.

“Yeah.” But I didn’t move. When he looked over, I knew my cheeks were a brilliant red. I spoke to the blanket, not to him. “Um, I know this might seem weird, but would you mind sleeping in the bed with me? I’m freezing.”

His eyes shot upward.

“Just to sleep,” I clarified. “It’s too cold in there.”

Malcolm snorted, shaking his head. “You have no cold tolerance,” he teased. Still, he hesitated, considering the dangers. We both knew what might happen. “All right,” he said. “But only to sleep.”

“Of course.”

I shivered as we got under the covers. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me against his chest and holding me there. The trembling eventually subsided and my body began to relax, savoring his body heat and nuzzling against him. I was painfully aware of the fact that his hands were just below my breasts. It was hard not to think about how easy it would be for him to move his fingers up just a few inches and grasp my nipples.

My breathing shallowed. Had this been a mistake? This close, all that seemed to matter was him and his body. I wasn’t sure I would be able to sleep after all, not with that electricity beginning to buzz between my legs.

No, it wasn’t going to happen. I needed to try and sleep.

A brush of cold air sent goosebumps up my body. I shifted, pressing against him, relishing his warmth.

Something stiff pressed against my back, and my eyes flew open.

“Oh,” I said. “That’s interesting.”

“Sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be.” I turned my head to look at him, our mouths inches from one another. “Honestly, it’s rather flattering. I like knowing I have that kind of effect on men.”

“You should know by now you have that effect on me without needing the evidence,” he growled. His hand, just below my breasts, moved slightly. Something sparked to life in my stomach, and all I could think about at that moment was the way my body felt electrified wherever he touched me.

I grinned wickedly, then wriggled against him again. He groaned. “If you don’t stop that…” he warned.

“Stop what?” I asked innocently.

His hand went to the hem of my shirt, thumb brushing bare skin. “Then I’m going to have a lot harder time not doing what I really want to do to you.”

“And what is it you want to do to me?”

“All kinds of things,” he snarled in my ear. His hand slipped beneath my shirt, moving higher up my stomach to just below my breasts. I moaned, shifting unconsciously against him, and he pulled me in tighter.

“I keep trying to fight it,” he said. “But there’s something about you that just makes me constantly need you. So when you give me openings like this…” His hand moved to my hardened nipple, pinching it and twisting. I gasped, eyes flying open. My back arched, but he held me tight against him. “It makes it a lot harder for me to resist.” His breath caressed my neck, making me shiver.

“Do you want to, though?” I asked, my breath growing ragged as his thumb flicked my nipple.

“I’m not sure,” he said, but I could hear the urge in his voice. It only fueled my own craving.

I shifted to look up at him. Our faces were inches apart. “You don’t have to,” I said.

The hunger and lust in his eyes were palpable. His face moved closer to mine, our lips separated by centimeters.

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