Silas’s eyes were dark and feral as he grabbed the back of my head and took my mouth in a kiss desperate enough to make mytoes curl in my boots. I needed them off, along with the rest of my clothes.
“You can leave all the bruises you want, gorgeous.” He fisted the hem of my shirt and dragged it up my back. “Let me see you.”
I peeled my shirt over my head and tossed it onto the chair along with my jacket.
“You are fucking killing me tonight,” he growled, reaching behind me to unhook my bra. “Is this what you wanted before?” He bent to suck a nipple into his mouth, pulling at it with his teeth before swirling his tongue around it.
“Yes,” I managed to breathe out as his mouth went to my other nipple, the both of us fumbling with the button of my jeans until it popped open.
“Can I…” he started, his hooded gaze growing serious as it met mine. His hesitation made him even hotter. “I want to touch you.”
“Yeah?” I asked, a smile ripping across my mouth.
“Yeah.” I watched the roll of his throat as he swallowed. “Really fucking badly. But?—”
“Touch me,” I whispered, taking his hand and dipping it inside my panties. We both gasped when his fingers glided over my very wet clit.
“Shit,” he groaned, dropping his head into the crook of my neck. “This all for me, baby? Is your pussy this soaked just for me?”
I nodded, my eyes shutting as my hips swayed along with the swirl of his fingers.
“Look at me,” he rasped as he pressed the pad of his thumb against my clit and slid a finger deep enough inside me to make me yelp in delighted surprise.
“That’s a good girl. Eyes on me. After looking at your pretty face all this time, I want to see what you look like when you come.”
I fell against him, my legs nothing but limp noodles from his talented fingers and dirty words.
“I bet you’re close. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” A wicked grin curled his lips as he slipped another finger inside.
“Silas, please.” I dug my fingers into his bicep so deep I thought my nails broke the skin as my legs began to shake. Right when I was about to explode, he slipped his hand away and pressed his hands against my hips.
“Wait a minute,” he said, smiling down at me as he lifted me up by the waist and brought me over to the bed, setting me down with a soft bounce.
I was about to ask him what he was doing as he unzipped my boots one at a time, throwing them behind him before he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans and dragged them down my legs, along with my ruined panties.
I was completely naked and spread out on the bed with most of the lights on, and I didn’t care. All I wanted was relief from the throbbing at my core so strong my clit had its own pulse.
“My tongue was jealous of my fingers.” He climbed on top of me, hooking my leg over his shoulder as he dove in, kissing me like he’d been doing since the bench. Long strokes of his tongue as he tasted and explored, snaking it in and out of me before swirling around my clit.
Ruined was not the word. Any expectations I’d had of men would be obliterated after this.
I sat up on my elbows, fighting not to flail my legs as I watched the dirty sight in front of me, Silas’s head bobbing up and down, moaning as he licked me like an ice cream cone, catching every drop as my arousal trickled down his chin.
When he slid two fingers inside and sucked my clit into his mouth, I went off like a bomb, thrashing on the bed as Silas kept going, wringing me out until I had nothing left and I collapsed against the padded headboard.
“Good enough for a book?” Silas asked, his crooked grin killing me as he swept the hair off my sticky forehead.
“I could never put that into a book. Words couldn’t express how amazing that was.”
Silas laughed, pressing his mouth to mine, his lips still glistening with me. I didn’t mind my taste on his lips and even enjoyed it until my hazy gaze fell to where he still tented his pants.
“Do you have something?”
He nodded. “Yes, in my wallet,” he said, the corner of his mouth curving up as he stood, fishing his wallet out of his pocket before letting his pants drop to the floor. My mouth watered as his cock sprang free, bouncing against his stomach as he pulled down his boxers.
Other than the deep scar stretching across his knee, he was perfection. He’d said he had to train for his old job, but he had to be still doing it as I’d never seen a more beautiful man in my life from head to toe.
But more than the hard ridges of his body, his face was what held me captive. His eyes, carnal yet vulnerable, and his blinding smile would be what I’d remember the most after tonight, whenever I’d allow myself to think about it.
