Silas let out a groan and backed me up against his bed until I fell back on the mattress.
“You had your fantasy,” he said as he unbuttoned the two I’d managed to fasten and spread the jersey open, smoothing it down my shoulders. “Now I get to have mine.” He smiled, cupping my breasts as he kissed me deep, but slow enough to make me squirm under him.
“Patience, Slugger,” he murmured as he dove into my neck, biting and sucking as he made his way down my chest.
I bucked my hips off the mattress when he sucked a nipple into his mouth, the wet warmth of his tongue and scratch of his stubble making me reach between my legs on instinct, already chasing release.
“Oh no, that’s mine,” Silas said, swatting my hand away and tracing his finger up and down my slit. “What a greedy girl you are. So wet already.”
“Please,” I groaned into his very fluffy and soft pillow.
“Please, what? Use your words, romance author. Tell me what you want.” He inched across my chest and took my other nipple in his mouth as he traced circles around my clit.
“Put your mouth on me. Lick my pussy and make me come in your mouth.”
“Now,that’sa good girl,” he growled out as he grabbed my hips and adjusted me on the bed, his hungry gaze eating up every inch of me.
“Shit, you really are a fantasy.”
I was about to nudge his shoulder when he dropped his head between my legs, kissing me long and deep like he’d done in front of the bookstore and in his car. I dug my heel into his back when he sucked my clit into his mouth and plunged two fingers deep inside, twisting them as he inched in and out.
I was already a little sensitive from before, and with all the different sensations—being in Silas’s bed, wearing his shirt, his head bobbing between my legs as he moaned with every swipe ofhis tongue—I hoped the orgasm building up wouldn’t tear me in half.
I reached down and grabbed the back of his head, trying to push up on my elbows to get a better view of the filthy sight in front of me. He hooked one leg over his shoulder, and the shift of angle and friction as he kept devouring me set me off like a grenade.
I came on a scream, legs shaking and flailing as Silas wouldn’t stop, wringing everything out of me until I melted into a puddle on his mattress.
“Good idea?” I asked, my chest still heaving as I tried to draw air back into my lungs.
“The best,” he said, pressing a kiss to the inside of my still-trembling knee before climbing onto the bed next to me. “Here I was, thinking I’d need recovery time from the car,” he said, giving me a light kiss. His mouth was still glistening with me as his lips stretched into a lazy smile.
“I’m hard as a fucking rock already,” he said, settling on top of me. “You have magical powers.”
I laughed, burying my head into his neck.
“I want you,” he whispered, his voice still full of carnal want but enough need to make my head pop up.
“You can have me.”
A slow grin spread over his mouth as he shifted to stand from the bed.
“Listen.” I grabbed his wrist. “I’m on birth control, and the last time I was with anyone has been…a while, and I’ve been tested. I trust you if you trust me.”
His hooded eyes narrowed a minute before he shook his head, peeling off his T-shirt, followed by his shorts and boxers in one swoop.
“You are really going to be the death of me,” he said, climbing back on top of me.
“Let me take this off,” I sat up, pushing the sleeves of his jersey down my arms before he grabbed my hand.
“No, I want to fuck you while you wear my number.” His eyes thinned to slits but had a playful glint as he settled on top of me and slid inside me with one long, slow thrust.
This was just as amazing as the last time but very different. Silas slid his arm under my waist, pushing deeper and harder as I wrapped my legs around him.
“You feel so good like this,” he said, grunting between thrusts. “I’m ruined. Totally fucking ruined.”
I tightened my legs around him as he went faster, the bed squeaking under us as a sheen of sweat broke out on my skin.
I’d never recover from this either.
