She swept her gaze over the garage before a smile curled her beautiful mouth.
“I can help you with that,” she whispered, leaning forward to undo my belt and zipper. “You poor thing,” she crooned, drifting her hand up and down my shaft before flicking her eyes to mine. That thread of self-control was about to break with those gorgeous lips so close to my dick.
“Don’t tease me, beautiful. If you want me in your mouth, take me.”
She popped her brow and dragged kisses up and down my length before she swallowed me whole.
This was the one thing we hadn’t gotten to that night. She’d offered and tried, but I was too afraid of things ending too quickly. And if our time together was limited, I wanted to be inside her as much as possible.
I’d been right because she was too good. It had been a lot of years since my first blow job, but I’d never had a woman worship my dick before, as if she couldn’t get enough and moaning louder than I was when I poked the back of her throat.
I rolled my hips but fought the urge to fuck her mouth until she grabbed my hand and brought it to the back of her head, pressing on it as if reading my mind and giving me an invitation.
This woman was about to be the death of me, and I’d go a happy man.
“So good. So fucking good.” I fisted her hair, pumping in and out of her mouth as hard as I wanted, going in for more when I eased back.
I tapped her shoulder and pushed her back, but she only shook her head. I finally gave up, coming down her throat in long spurts until my vision blurred.
“Sweet Jesus, Rachel,” I croaked out, chasing my breath as my heart hammered against my rib cage. I hoped the cab of my truck was deep enough not to spot her head as she bobbed it up and down, but it would be clear to anyone who passed by what she’d been doing to me and how much I loved it.
Maybe I loved her.
I dragged a hand down my face, pushing that out of my head for the moment. The mind-scrambling orgasm I’d just had in Rachel’s mouth was probably fucking with me, but the random thought popping into my head didn’t seem so random.
“Hey, where did you go just now? I didn’t short-circuit your brain, did I?” A sweet smile tugged at her lips as she feathered her hand down my cheek.
“A little,” I managed to say, pressing a kiss to her palm. “Two more minutes and I’ll take you upstairs before we both get arrested.”
She laughed, nodding as she cuddled into my chest. I threaded my fingers through the tangles in her hair, an odd peace washing over me.
She was here and she was mine. I shut my eyes, savoring the moment of having everything I wanted in my arms for what felt like the first time in my life.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
RACHEL
I followedSilas through the garage into his building lobby on shaky legs. I hadn’t cared in the moment, but as I smoothed down my hair and dress, I avoided eye contact with anyone passing by on the chance they’d recognize me.
Silas swiveled his head toward me as we walked, sneaking me a grin as he took my hand.
“Don’t tell me you’re all shy now,” he whispered into my hair before kissing my temple.
I glowered at him as we headed toward the elevators.
“Penthouse?” I asked before he pressed the button for the fourteenth floor.
“Not quite. Sorry to disappoint you,” he said, leaning on the back wall of the elevator, still holding my hand. Two other passengers had stepped in after us, so backing me up against the wall and crushing his mouth to mine wasn’t on the table unless we wanted to get really brazen.
It felt like a weird full-circle moment. The first time Silas and I had been in an elevator, we’d both been so consumed with need, not really knowing each other beyond an instant connection that I’d tried to attribute to all the crazy lust between us.
That lust was still there, as even in my younger days, I’d never climbed into a guy’s lap in a garage in broad daylight. While I was very up for another night in Silas’s bed and repeating everything that had been playing in my head since the first time, more than anything, I just wanted to be with him.
“This is me,” Silas said, pulling my hand when the elevator dinged on his floor. His smile was easier than I’d ever seen it, and I felt every bit of the relief I spied in his beautiful features.
Being together would be tricky. My agency was based in Manhattan, and other than our partnership with the Brooklyn Bats, none of my coworkers or bosses ever had a reason to come to Brooklyn. But this big city was small, so running into someone I knew if Silas and I were on a date was very possible.
I didn’t want to sneak around and hide something amazing, but until we figured out how to approach this, I couldn’t see another way.
