Once he’s left, Silas picks me up again. “Now, where were we?”
He leans in to kiss me, making me giggle as I push him away.
“Let’s get out of here and go back to your place.”
He stops so quick that I almost lose my footing. “Don’t have to tell me twice.”
He takes my hand and leads me out of the bar and to his truck in a hurry. We drive back to his place probably faster than we should. We rush to exit his truck and run to the door. We’re like two kids racing to the ocean, knowing the waves we are about to create will be much more powerful than anything else on this earth.
We’re barely in the door, and already, he’s peeling off my clothes as I kick off my shoes. The current in the air is so strong, feeling like if we aren’t together as one as fast as possible, lightning will strike us.
He picks me up, carrying me to his room and tossing me onto the bed. I shimmy out of my jeans and yank off my shirt, greedy for him and only him.
Once he’s completely naked, he swoops in, removing my panties and kissing his way up my body. I pull him closer to me, needing him inside me as fast as possible.
When he enters, it’s like heaven and earth, all at once. I can breathe easier. I’m fully alive, and most of all, I feel like my world is complete again.
Our pace is frantic as we both chase a high we didn’t know was possible until we met each other.
I moan, and he moves faster. I scream, and he pushes harder. I hold on to him for dear life, and he hits my G-spot so intenselythat I explode all around him, clenching on to him from the inside out.
He’s quick to find his release, and then we hold on to each other tightly, afraid if we move, this high we’re on will disappear.
I never want any of this to fade in any way. A connection this intense can only mean we were absolutely meant to be. I’ve found my one, and together, we’re unstoppable.
21
Silas
I’ve never been sohappy to go to work for the day. My morning started out amazing with Kara in my arms … until realization snuck in.
Last night was the most intense sex I’d ever had. So intense that I seemed to lose my marbles as well, and the thought of wearing a condom never even crossed my mind until right at this moment, as I’m standing in the shower, wanting to throw up.
I promised her I would keep her safe—for, I hate to say it, more selfish reasons than anything.
I decided early on in this job that I did not want kids.
I’ve seen what loss is like, and I know for a fact that I could never go through that, so I made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t.
Yet here I stand, trying not to have a panic attack because of my actions last night.
I place my hand on the wall, close my eyes, and focus on my breathing when I hear the door open.
“Mind if I join you?” the sweetest voice says.
I inhale a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves so she doesn’t see what’s going on inside my head.
I open my eyes, only to see the perfect angel standing in front of me, naked with her hair down and flowing over her breasts. The sight of her takes my breath away for a completely different reason than what was just racing through my body.
I reach for her and bring her into the shower and into my arms, holding her tightly, relishing in the feeling she gives me, which allows me to breathe for the first time in a few minutes.
“You okay?” she asks, running her hand down my back.
“Yeah, just …” I pause, not sure what to say.
I don’t want her to know I was beginning to have a panic attack because of the possibility that I had gotten her pregnant last night. It’s not something we have talked about, and right now is definitely not the best time to tell the person you’ve been dating for only a few weeks that there’s no way in hell you’ll have kids.
“You’re just so beautiful. I wanted to hold you a little longer,” I say, speaking from my heart.
