“I could ask you the same thing. I dropped you off with the intention of picking you up from there. Not finding you wandering around my ER after getting off a call that could’ve ended very differently.”
He mumbled something that was hard to catch.
I squeezed my hand briefly around his jaw. “What?”
“I was distracting myself.”
I breathed in slowly. “Distracting yourself?”
“Yes,” he hissed.
He was hard against my hip when I pressed into him fully, a soft gasp leaving him the second our bodies made contact. His lashes fluttered in a pretty way, jaw growing slack while another ragged breath was pulled in. Those emerald gems that so closely resembled the ones I bought for him were fraught with want, burning with it while he watched me.
Tempting.
Oh, so tempting to turn him around and shove him back up against the side of this building until I was balls deep in him again. He’d squirm and moan with his cheek pressed to the brick, my hand tangled in those soft locks of his, his nails scratching at the rough surface while I pumped into him slowly.
I wouldn’t even care about getting caught. Or about having a condom on me.
“You’re to come over tonight. I get off at nine.”
He swallowed again. “Can’t. Amelia has a night class she’s starting. I have to be home with the baby.”
“Then I’ll come to you.”
What the fuck was I saying?
His eyes went wide, voice growing hushed. “We are notfuckingwith my niece in the next room.”
“Her room is down the hall. She’ll be fine.” While distracted, I’d vaguely noticed the layout of his house when leaving. There was plenty of space between the living room and the actual bedrooms. Closed doors also did wonders for blocking out obscene noises, anyway.
And I could always gag him.
“Silas,” he bit out.
He wasn’t saying no. Just presenting minor problems. Easily fixed and worked around. “I’ll behave until your sister comes back home.”
I was wound too tight from the agonizing worry that had nearly just killed me. Letting him go and be out of my sight for another two days wasn’t going to be possible. Not when I’d nearly passed out from relief at seeing him alive and still breathing.
My internal system was all sorts of fucked up. Nothing was stable; none of my usual methods of detachment were working. Too much had been tangled up in the five and a half minutes of pure and unadulterated horror that had gripped me tight after hearing his name rolling off his partner’s lips.
I wasn’t a bleeding heart. I didn’t attach myself like this to people. I shouldn’t be caring about any of this. He was a grown adult with a life that was his own to live. Not to be dictated by another party having barely been in his life for more than a month.
And yet, the thought of him sliding back into that cruiser and rolling off with his partner made me absolutely sick.
“Oh my god,” he muttered. “Seriously, what happened to Wednesday?”
I couldn’t stop from pressing my lips to his cheek, delighting in the small sound of need emanating from his throat as I worked my way over to the shell of his ear. I glided my tongue over his pulse point, encouraged with him grinding his hips into mine.
When I spoke again, it was to whisper in his ear. “You’ll still be coming over to my place.”
He let out a soft huff of a laugh, arching his neck back. “We might as well just go over there once Amelia gets home.”
Fine with me. “Okay.
“Silas...”
“What is the issue here? I’m failing to see the dilemma.” If anything, that saved me from tracking him down again. Keeping him locked up in my house was a far better solution than trusting him to stay at his own and keep busy until Wednesday night when I finally had more than a few hours of free time.
