I hesitate a beat too long. His expression shutters, and he starts to pull back. I grab his hand before he can move away.
“I love you, Thirty-Two. I never stopped.” My voice shakes, and tears sting my eyes, but I don’t care. I trail my fingers up his arm, over his collarbone, brushing the stubble on his jaw before pressing soft kisses along the path I traced. “I love you, Silas. I want you.”
He holds my gaze, breathing hard. “No take backs, Kates.”
“No take backs.”
His mouth crashes into mine. The frantic edge fades, but the passion never does. His hand frames my face, thumb grazing my jaw.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs against my skin, teeth nipping below my ear. Each nip and lick scrambles my thoughts until I’m nothing but need.
He makes quick work of my tank and sleep shorts, careful with my booted foot. Before I can scold him, he pulls me to the edge of the bed, resting his chin on my stomach.
“Tell me, Kates. Tell me you’re mine.” His mouth moves over my hips, open-mouthed kisses that make my pulse trip. When I only nod, he bites lightly, making me gasp. “Use your words.”
“I’m yours,” I pant. “And you’re mine. We’ll figure the rest out together.”
“Swear it.”
“I swear.”
That’s all he needs. His restraint breaks. He dips his head between my thighs, tongue circling slow, teasing. Then he licks the length of me, sucking my clit into his mouth as he slides a finger inside.
And holy highway to hell.
My body bows tight as pleasure tears through me, heat sparking down every nerve.
It’s been years since anyone touched me like this. Years of pretending that toys and memories were enough.
“I need you. Now.”
He grins as he crawls up my body. “As much as I hate ruining that desperate little face, I don’t have any condoms, baby.”
My skin flames as I admit to one of my most recent impulsive decisions. “There’s a box in the nightstand.”
His brow arches, smirk devilish. “Planning for something like this?”
“More like I couldn’t stop myself from hoping.”
He snorts, pulling the box free and setting it beside me. “You planning on me dying here? That’s a lot of condoms.”
I swat his chest. “It’s all they had. You know I’m picky.”
He kisses me hard, teeth clashing, voice low and serious when he breaks away. “If we’re really doing this, maybe I’ll get snipped in the off-season. Then we can ditch them forever.”
Emotion surges, but I shove it down. “Just put a dick in me already, hotshot.”
That damn eyebrow lifts again as he lines up, running the tip along my slit.
“Please,” I breathe.
“That’s my girl.”
He thrusts deep in one stroke. We both groan as he fills me, and I never want him to stop. He peppers kisses across my face, tender where everything else is rough.
“My perfect girl,” he murmurs. “Missed you.”
“Never again,” I whisper, voice trembling. My hands slide down his sides, settling on his waist. “Remind me what I’ve been missing.”
