I groaned at being splayed out like this.
The bulge in my underwear was painfully noticeable and yet he continued to neglect it. The silk was wet with precum, making the fabric a slightly darker shade and most definitely staining it from the inside out. As soon as we were done here, I’d need to go soak them in the sink.
Fabric this nice was meant to be taken care of.
Silas let go of one of my legs to run a hand over my stomach. His fingers tentatively pressed against my scars, kneading them carefully. “How much do these hurt?”
“Barely.” My mind would probably change in the morning, but for now, I felt jack shit. I was too horny to care and too pent up to ask him to be gentle.
The second I answered, he jerked my panties to the side just enough to expose my hole. “You’re not taking these off.”
My toes curled. “As long as you finally stop stalling.”
He let out a terse scoff. “Forgive me for admiring you.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth in shock, completely astonished at the casual way he’d said that. My entire body flushed with heat, the praise working overtime to turn me on and make me into a puddled mess of want and desire.
He pushed off of the bed to rip his button up off of his shoulders, tossing it and his pants on the floor before leaning over to root around in the drawers next to his bed. Completely naked, I could see the expanse of his tattoos covering his body. The swirling filigree carried up from his left hip and across his entire left side, cutting in a harsh manner the second the art reached his arm and changed into those jagged lines that went up to his neck.
On his other side, his arm was covered in both styles, swirling lines and jagged marks. Both styles were so different, yet they worked in tandem, creating a beautiful dichotomy that somehow fit him perfectly.
My heart slammed inside my chest as I remembered his earlier words.
Admiring me, huh.
Goddamn.
How could someone so blunt be so damn sensual at the same time?
I doubt he even noticed. Saying things that were hot enough to make a man come without being touched. Thank fuck, I wasn’t a words of affirmation type person or else this would’ve ended ten seconds ago.
He tossed a bottle of lube onto the bed next to me, a condom trapped between his teeth while he climbed back onto the bed.
Gold flashed in the dim lighting.
It made me roll my eyes.
Magnum.
Of fucking course.
“Something wrong?” he said, clapping a hand hard against my hip.
I bit the inside of my cheek. “Still stalling.”
This time, he rolled his eyes. “You’re impatient.”
“Sue me.”
“No, thanks. It’ll come out of my tax dollars.”
My foot found the center of his chest and I shoved lightly. “Like you give a shit. Your tax cuts would make me cry if I ever saw them.”
“What’s your salary?”
What the fuck?
“65k, why?”
