I pressed my tongue against the back of my teeth. I had half a mind to let the subject drop and change it to something way less emotionally charged in order to save myself from the potential embarrassment of overstepping. Here we were, only days after sleeping together and hours after he’d scolded me for endangering myself, both situations still fresh.
Letting things settle and marinade was the smart way to go about this, considering Silas wasn’t exactly upfront with his emotions.
Then again, I always did have a healthy masochistic streak to me. Usually, it was tailored more toward the bedroom, though.
“I guess that would depend on you wanting to.”
He fixed me with a look, flexing his hand on my waist. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”
True. Completely voluntarily, too. I didn’t even have to beg. He’d offered himself right up without me ever mentioning that as a possibility.
Did instincts count as being emotionally aware?
At a baser level, sure, but how far did that extend to himactuallyknowing whether or not he wanted to shift this into something way more serious?
“Besides…” He dipped me back, turning us both just enough to avoid the toy bin while he laid me down onto the carpet. “It isn’t like I wouldn’t find you regardless of whether or not I mean to in the first place. You love to pop up when I least expect it.”
“Call it the string of fate.”
“I’d rather call it what it is. Your inability to behave when given direct orders.”
I huffed out a soft noise at that, trying like hell not to part my legs and grind up against him when his mouth lowered to graze against my pulse. “Don’t even start. You’re the one making this difficult.”
“How so? I’m the one always chasing you down.”
A soft grunt left me the second his lips pressed along my jaw. “That’s... not what I meant.”
“Then?”
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“You’re being so unfair right now.” I arched my back the second he sealed his mouth over my pulse point, teeth holding me still while he lapped at the spot with his tongue.
I’d walk away from this with a nice, dark bruise.
Something that would no doubt satisfy him.
Not that I’d complain about the reminder of our playtime when I gazed upon it in the mirror later.
His calloused fingers snuck under my shirt, tracing their way up to one of my nipples.
A shiver raced up my spine. “I thought we were behaving until my sister came home.”
“I contemplated gagging you,” he mused once he released his mouth from my neck. “Such a relative term. Behaving.” He trailed his tongue across my cheek and over to the junction right below my ear where he latched onto the soft skin of my neck with his teeth, a sharp pinch stealing my breath until he finally let up. “Don’t you think? You seem to think so, at least.”
“Silas, I swear to?—”
The unmistakable squeal of the back door swinging open had me shoving him off as hard as I could, given how solid his body weight was. He grunted at the sudden force, practically falling back onto the floor as I rolled away and climbed to my feet.
Holy fuck, that was close.
My sister actually would’ve killed me if she walked in on me getting dicked down in the middle of our living room with Ainsley a mere twenty feet away.
My hand was shaky as I ran it over my face and stepped over a plastic stool to meet my sister at the door. Leave it to Silas to literally get us both kicked out of the house because he was far too good at kicking up the lust vibrating between us. He barely had to touch me to make me melt into an actual mess.
Behave until my sister gets home, my ass.
“Hey!” I lifted a hand to wave at Amelia, a blast of cold air hitting me when she swung the door closed behind her.
