I lean in to kiss him again, and this time, he’s not patient. He holds my face as we kiss, our tongues tangling as the heat builds. Then he moves his hands to my hips without breaking the kiss and lifts me up and down his shaft.
Our bodies slide together in the water, and it’s almost sensation overload. I’m getting close to coming already, but I don’t want this to stop.
I try to slow our pace, but I can’t. We move faster, more urgently. Our kiss breaks as we pant into each other’s mouth. Licking and tasting as we move together. Water spills over the side of the tub, and I couldn’t care less. He makes me feel … free. I like this version of me that I am with him.
Silas moves one of his hands from my hip and circles my clit with his thumb. Not that I need much to set me off, but that does it. Within seconds, I come apart.
“Oh my God.” I tilt my head back as I let the wave of heat rush through me. “You feel so good. I don’t want it to stop.”
“Fuck!” he cries out. “Goddamn. Your pussy was made for me. I swear it.” He thrusts up once. Twice. And then he stills.
I rest my head on his forehead, trying to catch my breath.
“You okay, baby?” he says, stroking my back.
I nod against him, and I can feel his smile stretch across his face.
We stay still longer than necessary, softly touching and breathing each other in.
When the water starts to cool, he finally mumbles, “We should probably get out before my dick prunes.”
I laugh. “Well, we don’t want that.”
“Definitely not. I plan to use it again later.” He kisses my forehead as he lifts me off him.
He stands first, steps out of the water, and grabs a towel off the bar next to the tub. He holds his hand out to me, helping me to my feet. And I’m grateful for it because my legs feel more like jelly than they did when we got back from hiking today, and it takes me a second to balance.
I step out of the tub, and he wraps the towel around me securely, then pulls me into him and holds me tight.
My head rests on his naked chest, and I can hear the steady beat of his heart.
This closeness I’m feeling to him right now seems a lot like the beginning of something that just might last. And less like a spur-of-the-moment decision taken too far.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
SILAS
I’mthree days into the combine, and I’m tired. The initial adrenaline rush of being invited and just being able to show off my skills to the NFL teams is wearing off. Not that I’m not still excited or grateful because I am.
But I miss Brooke. I wish she could be here with me, but she can’t miss a week of classes, and I understand that. I don’t expect for her to put her life on hold for me just because we’re together.
We’ve been able to talk every night, and it’s been good for us, I think. Talking to her, I’m learning all the little things that make her who she is. And I feel like we’ve gotten closer as a couple too.
“Good job today, man. Your vertical is insane. I don’t know how you can get up that high.”
Cale Sellers is a cornerback from one of our rival schools, and I’ve always gotten along with him. His room is next to mine at the hotel, so we’ve been eating meals together and going to and from the venue in the same car. He’s hoping to get drafted to New York.
“Thanks. My legs are feeling it tonight.” I squeeze my thighs.
“I feel that. The forty nearly took me out. I just wanted to hit under four thirty, but it wasn’t in the cards. Callaway was on fire today too. Same with King. He’s fast for a tall guy. You Walker boys are dominating the combine.”
He holds out his fist when we reach our rooms. I tap his fist.
“For sure. They’re both going high in the draft. I’ll see you tomorrow, man.”
“Yep. Later.”
