It’s confirmation this is right, even as Silver admits it could be wrong—or that others would view it that way.
But those people don’t know what the hell they’re talking about. No one knows what goes on between us. They don’t have the feelings we do and aren’t in our shoes.
It’s easy to judge from the outside when you’re not experiencing what that person is.
I fight the urge to smile as I look up at him and these thoughts sink in.
“I need you to be the man who I experiment with,” I say candidly, my heart beating harder. “Everything that’s happened has made me realize I don’t want to be the girl letting people walk all over me. I don’t want to be the victim things happen to. I want to be the one making things happen. But… but I don’t know how. I mean I… I’m new to things, and I want to discover them on my terms. Not because some creep drugged me and took them from me.”
“Solana—”
“That was my first experience,” I interrupt, sighing shakily and folding my arms. “But it won’t be my last, and I want myrealfirst experience to be with you. The person I trust most.”
Silver stares at me a moment longer, his gaze hardening in the protective way I’ve grown used to. Then he gives a firm nod.
“Then you tell me what you want,” he says. “Tell me where to go from here.”
This time, I can’t resist the small smile that lights up my face. “That easy?”
His eyes flicker with humor. “That easy. I figure if you’re gonna use me for my body, then I might as well make it as easy as possible for you.”
“Very funny. But something tells me you don’t mind being used for your body so much.”
“That’s true. Not when it’s by the woman that’s been on my mind nonstop, 24/7.”
“You’re serious when you say that?” I ask. “You’ve been thinking about me?”
“You think that’s something I’d lie about?”
I can’t help the smile that rounds my cheeks. Looking up at Silver, noticing how the hard angles of his face only make him more masculine and sexy, I know every word he’s said is the truth.
He really has thought about me as often as he says; he really does want this moment to be about whatIwant.
It’s night and day from the situation with Kel, where I was drunk and drugged and couldn’t form a coherent sentence, let alone give my consent.
With Silver, it’s all about my consent—my choice and decisions drive how this goes.
It couldn’t be sexier. It couldn’t make my heart flutter more knowing how right I am to trust him.
“I want you to kiss me. Then… I… I want you to take me to your bed,” I say softly but bravely.
His eyes twinkle with light humor and satisfaction, as if he’d like nothing more.
He doesn’t need any more direction as he bows his head and captures my lips. He kisses me tenderly on the mouth, but make no mistake—the tenderness in his kiss doesn’t mean there’s no passion behind it.
It’s literally the opposite. His mouth feels like hot fire the second it’s on mine.
He quickly shows me how he has the power to burn me up. Make me feel hot and feverish from the inside out as he lifts me effortlessly off the ground.
My legs seek out his waist, wrapping around him like they belong there. His hands grip the backs of my thighs, fingers pressing into my skin through the denim of my jeans, his touch firm and reassuring.
More heat pulses through me. Yet another reminder that Silver’s the right man.
He’s the only man I’d want this sort of moment with.
We’re kissing as Silver moves us through his house, carrying me upstairs to his bedroom. His chest muscles flex against me, our mouths aligned.
I can’t stop kissing him. I don’t even want to stop as my fingers thread through his hair and then rest at the nape of his neck, and he deepens our kiss with a throaty groan.
