CHAPTER 13
Terran
The timebetween climbing into Silas’s car after dinner, three doggybags worth of leftovers and fresh meals tucked carefully into his backseat richer, and us reaching the gate leading up to his house, felt close to the blink of an eye.
If I thought dinner had been charged with unresolved tension, being stuffed into a small car was even worse.
I was flying high from seeing him react to my words, his intense stare growing hazy with lust at each additional piece of info I’d fed him.
Honestly, I didn’t think he’d care about any of it until a hand slapped hard down onto my leg the moment we idled at a stoplight and squeezed hard enough to bruise my skin under my pants—letting me know I was in for it the minute we got out of this car.
I was too ready, too amped up from dinner, to care at all how sore I was going to be in the morning.
I was used to waking up in some amount of pain from my injury, anyway.
The second he parked us in his garage and got out on his side, I had about five seconds to unbuckle and push my own door open before he was dragging me out like some perp being hauled off to county for the night.
As soon as I was steady on my feet, he kicked the door shut and held a firm grip on the back of my neck.
“Food,” I managed to say before we got too far.
I was horny as fuck but there was no way in hell I was letting my sister’s next two meals go to waste because I was busy thinking with my dick.
Silas paused, blinking slowly while my words registered. He let go of me only for a brief moment to rescue the bags of food from his backseat and then his hand was finding its place on the back of my neck again to march me toward the inside door.
Things blurred together while we stepped into the house and I was led to the kitchen. My senses were too stimulated to get a good look of his place and admire the wealth that was no doubt dripping from the curtains to the damn hardwood floors.
All that registered was Silas’s warm hand burning the back of my neck and his body hovering just out of my peripheral.
“Bedroom,” he said, a hand sneaking out to slap one of my ass cheeks.
I nearly buckled, my knees locking together while I fought the moan trying to work its way up my throat. Busting in my pants before he even got to strip me down would be too embarrassing to face after so much build up to this.
But what the hell else was I supposed to think about with him this close to me?
Touchingme?
I was only human.
Thankfully, he was quick with guiding me to his bedroom. The space opened up into some huge room I had no time toprocess before the grip on the back of my neck was suddenly tightening and forcing me down to the floor.
“On your knees.”
The rough edge to his voice drove me insane, making me collapse down in front of him until I had to crane my neck back just to look up at him. He was pulling in a few soft breaths, the tent in his slacks quite obvious from down here.
For some reason, pride bloomed within me.
To think that me, of all people, could turn a man determined to remain as composed as possible no matter the situation into someone clearly far more emotional than he let on.
Gone was the ironclad control and in its place was a man who was right on the edge of letting this consume him. I wanted that—needed it. I needed to see what insatiable beast was fighting to come play with me.
He grabbed a hold of my jaw, squeezing my cheeks. “Open your mouth.”
Gladly.
I parted my lips instantly.
The thing about going into law enforcement was that it encouraged my craving for structure and direction. Being told what to do was in the inherent nature of a fundamental hierarchy. I wanted to be led and praised for my obedience and got it in the forms of a pat on the back every once in a while.
