“Come on.” His body was a solid wall behind me, herding me to the door. “Let’s go before you give your sister a heart attack.”
I sputtered. “But?—”
“Should I send him with a bag?” Amelia asked.
“We’ve got things for him there. He can call you tomorrow morning, that’s when I should be done with him.”
There was a dark undertone to that last part, promising something that wasn’t at all close to wires and needles being poked into me.
“Okay,” she said. “Terran, call me.”
“Sure,” I croaked out, before getting shoved out into the cold.
CHAPTER 20
Silas
The very second Ihad him in my house, behind the safety of my dead-bolted and alarmed door, I grabbed him and swung him around, using my hips to back him up until he hit the wall right next to the door.
His responding gasp shot straight down to my cock, as did the fluttering of his lashes over those startling eyes of his. Convincing him I was taking him back to the hospital had been my own little private gag, but now that I had him where I really wanted him, I had no sense in being able to hold myself back.
Warming him up until he was good and ready, while nice in hindsight, was going to be a measure of control I had no interest in exercising.
Two days was much too long of a stretch to weather when I needed him under me as badly as breathing. Completely dramatic and seeped in nonsense, yet, no matter how much I’d been pretending otherwise, it was glaringly obvious right here and now how ridiculously worked up he got me.
Barely doing much other than simply existing.
How pathetic to be reduced to this over a single man.
I gripped his throat and held him in place, pressing my mouth to his hard enough to bruise both of our lips—another piece to this puzzle I never bothered with. Much too intimate, far too annoying to figure out the proper mechanics to make it good.
Yet, none of that mattered when he melted into it, grabbing at my scrub top to pull me close enough until we were practically forming a single cohesive form.
His hips glided against mine to grind our hard cocks together, his mouth parting the second my tongue swiped at the seam of his lips, letting me in to taste him. Sweet and a little salty, of course.
Much like the rest of him: absolutely perfect.
I was in too deep. Going back to picking up hookups from bars or wherever would never cut it. Not when I’d had my hands onthisbefore that.
Why bother with the B-grade level sex that left me satiated but unsatisfied when I had Terran, who was every little fantasy I’d ever cooked up in my head?
Ripping my mouth away from him before we got too carried away and never made it past the entryway, I fought the urge to force him down onto his knees the second his lashes fluttered open and he hit me with a nearly blissed out look.
How in the world had no one snagged him up before this?
I found it hard to believe no one saw him for the gem he was.
Polished and refined to perfection. Not the kind of diamond in the rough most people were. A brilliant treasure far too many were stupid enough to pass up on, never seeing the real value because the obsession with ‘greener on the other side’ prevailed over everything else.
Or was it on his end—suffering from the same syndrome I did?
Dissatisfaction with every other turn but this one?
Likely.
Hopefully.
That meant his eyes wouldn’t be straying anytime soon.
