“You want to make a baby? At this moment?”
He undid the top of his jeans, which I took as a yes.
“Just think for a minute…” But I was also having trouble with thinking. “Um, ok, we need to…” His zipper came down. “Silas, please, you’re making this very difficult!”
He walked to me and put his hands on my shoulders, and the heat of his palms only kindled the fire that seemed to be burninginside of me. He bent and looked me in the eyes. “Are you ready, Camille?”
And I heard myself say it: “Yes. Absolutely.”
The next thing I knew, my arms were around his neck and I was kissing him. Or maybe it was more correct to say that he was kissing me, because I found myself crushed against his body and his mouth was doing things to mine…
I couldn’t breathe but that didn’t seem to be a problem for me. I still wasn’t thinking, which I didn’t care about at all. His tongue and his hands made the fire inside me burn hotter and hotter. I clung onto him and wrapped my leg around his calf to try to get tighter and closer, and I felt his bare chest and arms—I needed to be bare as well.
I jerked my mouth away. “Take this off!” I ordered, and started to struggle with my sweater. “Get it off!”
“We’ll strip you down shortly.” He picked me up and bolted toward the stairs. We had a little problem about halfway up when his jeans fell down, but he powered through to his bedroom. Then we did take everything off, those jeans and my sweater, and my shirt underneath, and the undershirt under that. Then he pulled down the pants I’d worn to work, the leggings, and the two pairs of socks. Octavia was still complaining about the extreme heat in the office so it was subzero in there.
He removed all of it, until I was just in my bra and underwear, and then his eyes lit up. I heard him say something about crackers as he grabbed me again, and this time? I could feel himagainst me, his warm skin and hard muscle beneath it. I felt his touch on my own skin, molding and massaging. He unclipped my bra and I actually moaned when he palmed my breasts. He stroked and then squeezed gently and then harder when I pressed myself toward him.
It was happening fast and I wanted it to go even faster. I wanted to feel all of him, immediately, inside me. When his hand moved down, past the top of my underwear, my knees got week and I clung to his arms so that I wouldn’t fall.
“Cammie, this has been a long time coming,” he said. His voice was hoarse and he was also breathless. “I’m going to try to take even longer to come, but hell, I want you pretty damn bad.”
“Yes,” I gasped back. Now he was rubbing me, his fingers rhythmically moving over my clit. I started to shake and I got the idea that I wasn’t going to be very long, either.
“Enough with the underwear.” He peeled off mine and his own and the sight of him, even in the half-darkness of the room, was actually shocking. The sheer size…oh. “We’re going to be great,” he told me, and tossed me onto the bed.
And then it was like he went a little crazy, and so did I. It felt as if he had more than two hands, because he was touching me everywhere, and the way he moved his tongue over my body was making me do more than groan. I screamed a little because he bit me—just gently, and then he was also suckling there, and I screamed again because it felt so good that I couldn’t hold in the noise.
“I want to see your ass. A close-up,” Silas said, and he flipped me like a pancake. But he started at my neck and kissed me there, and then he bit again and I jolted at the pleasure. His tongue traced down my spine and his two hands took hold of my butt. “I couldn’t imagine that you’d look even better naked, but you do. Goddamn, you do.” I could feel his erection, hard and heated between us, and I tilted my hips up toward it.
“Go ahead, please,” I begged, but we weren’t done. He had more to do with his mouth. He kissed over my thighs and behind my knees, and then he flipped me over again.
“Here we are,” he said, and held my legs apart. I watched his head descend and maybe I tensed a little, because his hands moved to squeeze my hips.
“I’m ticklish!” I squeaked. “I’m—Silas!”
He was tasting me. He moved his lips and tongue relentlessly and I was done. I was coming with a fierceness that almost scared me, and I heard myself calling his name.
“Are you ready?” he asked. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
He held me and turned us over, putting me on top so that I could take him inside. I was so boneless that I could barely stay upright, but I grabbed his hands and threw my head back as he filled me. I’d never felt anything like it, not like any of this. I opened my eyes and there was Silas, and not only were we naked, but we were having sex. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever felt, ever, and it got to be more when he started to thrust his hips into me as I ground down so that he was deep, deep, deep.
“Nope, not lasting,” he told me. “Not—at—all.” He started moving faster, almost out of control.
“Silas…”
“Like this?” He touched me again and almost immediately, I started to shake even harder. “Damn! Cammie, you feel so good.” Then he made a sound that was close to a roar.
This time, when the orgasm spread over me, I wasn’t even sure where I was. I opened my eyes and saw a set of claws, in ink. That meant I was lying on his chest, flopped there and still trembling, and he was holding me.
He was touching my hair, too, smoothing it with his palm and fingers and murmuring something. “Damn, Camille, that could be a baby,” I heard him say. “That could be our baby.”
He rolled us again, so that I was underneath him, and he looked down at me. The smile on his face grew. “Hello, there,” he said. “Are you conscious yet?”
“I don’t know,” I answered, and he laughed. “That was…”
“You mean that you liked it?”
