When I was turned on enough not to think, I was all too happy to peel my clothes off. I still wanted to, but I swept mygaze around the room to see how many lights I could shut off without being obvious.
I ran my hand through my hair and turned around when I felt Silas’s eyes on me.
“What?” I asked when I caught him staring. I’d taken off my jacket at the restaurant, but it had been dark. This was the first time he’d get a complete picture of the wide curve of my hips and my breasts that still strained against my shirt even though it was loose.
“You’re really fucking beautiful,” he breathed out, shaking his head as he took my face in his hands. “That’s why I haven’t been able to take my eyes off you tonight.”
“Yeah?” I said, my heart thudding against my rib cage as Silas glided his hand up my arm and cupped my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze until I lifted my head. “I thought you were guarding against another sucker punch.”
“Sometimes sucker punches are lucky.” He glided his thumb along my jaw and across my bottom lip. “At least, this one was,” he murmured against my mouth before he pressed his lips to mine, slow and soft at first. But before I knew it, his hand was in my hair, and he was weaving his fingers around a fistful.
He peeled off his jacket as our lips stayed fused, dropping it with a soft thump against the carpet.
“You’re really fucking beautiful too,” I said as I feathered my hands down his chest. “I’m a sucker for a guy in a suit, or almost-suit.”
“Hey,” he whispered, catching my hands. “Are you sure you’re okay? Your hands are shaking.”
I clenched my eyes shut, embarrassment instead of arousal heating my cheeks. I didn’t realize my hands were trembling since it seemed like my entire body was shaking.
“I’m okay, but if I’m going to be honest, I’m nervous.” I lifted my head, cringing when I met his puzzled gaze. “I’m not a virginor anything. It’s just…been a while. I’m probably not what you’re used to.”
I dragged a hand down my face. This was a golden opportunity and gift from the universe, and I was already fucking it up.
“No, you’re not what I’m used to.”
He cupped my cheek, swiping his thumb back and forth along my jaw. I relaxed and leaned into his touch, soothed and even more aroused. My brain was misfiring too much to think straight.
“You’re like no one else I’ve ever met. And I’m the one who should be nervous.”
I jerked my head up.
“You? Why would you be nervous?”
“Like I said, I read some romance. You write it, so you have high expectations of how this should go.” He drifted his hand from my cheek to my neck, spreading his fingers as he draped his palm over my throat. “That’s a common move, right? So you lift those pretty eyes to mine and see how much I want to spread you out on that big bed behind us and taste every fucking inch of your beautiful body before I sink inside you.”
I let go of a gasp, grabbing his wrist when my knees almost gave out. Yes, I had high expectations, thanks to reading and writing romance. But I had the feeling Silas would ruin me more than any fictional hero before I headed home tomorrow.
He quirked a brow—why the hell was that so sexy—and ran his other hand down my back, triggering a shiver along the path of his fingertips.
“Was that good?” He brushed his lips over my cheek and drifted them along my neck, peppering kisses onto my shoulder and gently pulling down my sleeve where it was already draping low on my arm.
I grabbed the back of his head, digging my fingers into his hair as he pulled at the hem of my shirt, dropping the neckline enough to show the lace outline of my bra. I whimpered as he dragged openmouthed kisses over my chest, running his tongue along where my breasts strained against the cups. One soft tug and I would spill right out, but I wasn’t embarrassed or timid anymore. I wanted him to see me…and maybe even remember me.
For someone who wrote scenes just like this one for a living, I was at a severe loss for words other than moans and mewls when he’d get so close to where I wanted him and then back off.
“This is all up to you, sweetheart. Tell me what you want me to do.”
I wanted him to call me sweetheart again, preferably as I was riding his face or his cock.
Maybe Icouldfind my words and figure out what I wanted now. Every dirty thing I wanted Silas to do to me and let me do right back to him blossomed in my frazzled brain.
“I should see if I left a bruise,” I said, holding Silas’s gaze as I unbuttoned his shirt. He was smooth under my fingertips as I skated them down his torso and over the soft dusting of hair across his chest. “Which side was it again?” I asked as I slid the material off his shoulders and down his chiseled arms. I was right. He was nothing but muscle everywhere.
I bent down, swirling my tongue over the dip of his hip and across his stomach.
“Fuck,” he muttered, pulling at my hair as I nipped at the other side, his very hard cock close enough in proximity to note the huge bulge in his black dress pants.
“I think you’re good.”
