Unlawfully Yours (Lawless MC #1)

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I toss and turn for what feels like hours, my mind unable to shut off knowing that Myles is in my house, sleeping on my sofa in my living room. No matter how much I try to slow my racing mind enough to drift off, it’s hopeless, and I’m getting more and more frustrated with every tick of the clock next to me.

Giving up on sleep, I throw the covers off me and climb out, hoping a hot chocolate will help like it used to when I was younger.

I creep down the stairs, avoiding the few loose creaky floorboards I’ve come to know since I moved in. I pad into the living room, praying to god that Myles is asleep and that I don’t wake him. The last thing I need is for him to see me dressed like this; a cropped tank top and sleep shorts that barely cover my ass cheeks.

I tiptoe my way past his sleeping form and head into the kitchen to make a drink. A few minutes pass when the hairs on the back of my neck prickle and I turn to find the dark silhouette of Myles’ huge body standing in the doorway.

“Is everything okay?” In the dim lighting, I can’t see the whole of his face, his features partially hidden in the shadows, the only source of light from the moonlight that filters in through the window.

He steps into the kitchen, further into the stream of light and of their own volition, my eyes dip. He’s still shirtless and I force myself to remain composed as my pulse spikes.

“All good, darlin’. Can’t sleep?”

“Nope.” I shake my head, tearing my gaze away from his body and back to his eyes. “You?”

“Can’t sleep well when something’s bothering me.”

I frown. “What’s bothering you?”

“You.” There’s no hesitation in his answer.

“H—How am I bothering you?”

My heart jumps, my skin heating as he closes the distance between us, caging me in between his body and the marble counter behind me.

“Because every time I close my eyes I find myself picturing these lips,” he drags his thumb over my mouth, “wondering what they taste like, thinking about all the things I could do with them.” He takes a handful of my hair at the back of my head into his fist, tilting my head back. “This smart mouth of yours does things to me, pix. It does very bad things indeed.”

He leans in, dusting his lips over mine so lightly that I’m not entirely sure he’s doing it. His gentle touch surprises me, it’s a stark contrast to his rough, rugged, seemingly impenetrable exterior.

“Myles, I don’t th—”

“Forgive me,” is the last thing he says before his face tips forward, claiming my mouth in one smooth swoop, cutting me off mid-sentence.

The kiss is brief, lasting only a few seconds before I break it. “Myles, don’t, please .” I’m not exactly sure what I’m asking for as I place my hands on his chest, but I don’t push, I just let it rest there, torn between pushing him away and holding him here.

His hands cup my face, his thick calloused fingers creating the perfect amount of friction against the softness of my skin. The air around us crackles as his lustful gaze holds me captive. “Don’t what? Don’t? Or Don’t stop? ”

It feels like forever that we stare at each other while my mind swirls. There are so many conflicting emotions bouncing off of each other that it’s making me light-headed, clouding my judgement and taking control of my senses. That’s my only reasoning as I rise up onto my toes and seal my lips over his.

He’s momentarily stunned, not expecting me to kiss him back, but I feel the second his brain catches up with what’s happening because his fingers slide into my hair, deepening the kiss as he tugs my face closer.

I might have started this kiss, but Myles is the one in control of it. His kiss is hard and hungry, desperate , as he licks into my mouth, claiming me in a kiss that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. His lips glide expertly over mine, his mouth eating me up like I’m his last supper, his tongue dirty dancing with mine and I never want it to stop.

I feel him everywhere, my entire body a live wire, every nerve ending alive and it makes me weak at the knees. If I wasn’t pinned between the counter and his hard body, I’m sure my knees would give out from beneath me.

I have no idea what I’m doing or why I’m entertaining this, but what I do know, is that the fire that spreads through my skin from his touch is far from good because they prove what I’ve feared since the first day I met him…

I’m attracted to Myles Lawson. Which means I am well and truly fucked.

He bends to lift me onto the kitchen counter, settling himself between my legs, and I welcome the roughness of his jeans rubbing against the insides of my bare thighs.

He moans into my mouth, leaning in further like he can’t get enough of me. Like I intoxicate him as much as he does me. I drape my arms around his shoulders, my fingers weaving into his hair while his hands knead the flesh of my ass, his fingers toying with the hem of my shorts. He tugs me closer to the edge of the counter and I can’t help the gasp that leaves me as my aching centre grazes the unmistakable bulge in the front of his jeans.

Never in my life have I been kissed quite like this, and the worrying thing is, I could quickly get used to it.

“ Fuck, pixie… ”

The sound of his voice seems to sober me up, snapping me out of this lust-filled haze that settled over me and in a split-second, it dissipates into nothing.

What the hell am I doing?

“Myles… stop ,” I pant against his mouth before he dips for another kiss. “Enough. I—I can’t…” I push against his chest harder this time and it’s enough to get him to stop.

He stares at me, his bare chest heaving. Beneath my hand I can feel the rapid drumming of his heart that matches the heavy beat of my own.

“I can’t do this.” I leap off the counter, brushing past him as I head for the door.

A strong hand wraps around my forearm, tugging me back into him as the other comes up to cup my cheek. “Deny this all you want, but we both know the truth.”

“And what’s that?”

“That you want me just as much as I want you, and you hate yourself for it.”

He’s right.

I do hate how much I want him, I hate how much I enjoyed that kiss and how much I want to do it again. But what I hate most of all is how easily he can see right through me.

Swallowing down my annoyance, I snatch my arm free from his grip. “Goodnight, Myles.”

Forgetting my hot chocolate, I head back upstairs to my room, and climb into bed, my lips still tingling and my mind still reeling from that kiss, and no matter how much I want to, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget it.