"Oh." My cheeks heat again. "It's a list of things I want to try... um, in bed."
His eyes darken instantly and his spine snaps straight. "Show me."
I pass him the sheet of notebook paper and watch his face change as he reads each item. His jaw ticks, grip tightening on the paper until the edges crumple slightly. When those eyes finally lift to mine, they're absolutely molten.
"You wrote this?"
"With help. Jessa helped with several of them."
He clarifies, pointing to the list. "But you want to do all of these things?"
"Someday? Yeah."
Si pokes out his cheek with his tongue. "How about this week instead?"
My breath catches. "What?"
"This week." He stands up and moves closer, towering over where I'm sitting on the edge of the bed. I feel the heat rolling off him when he sets the list aside and tilts my jaw up to look at his eyes. "My suggestion is that we work through this list. Every single item. You think you can handle that?"
Heat floods through me, fast and overwhelming. "Y-yes, I can."
"Good." His palms cup my face. "Then let's start right now."
The kiss is hard, claiming, then he's walking mebackward out of the bedroom, down the hall, into the kitchen still kissing me.
"First item," he growls against my mouth. "Get fucked on the kitchen counter."
My back hits the counter. "Silas..."
"Tell me no if you don't want this."
He's so damn bossy. I'm a mess of need, and I can't say no when he gets like this. "I want everything, Si."
One smooth motion lifts me onto the counter. He starts undressing me, my Havoc shirt flying into the living room, my underwear disappearing somewhere behind him. I scrabble with his t-shirt, pulling it off, and his sweatpants hit the floor seconds later.
"Hold on to me," he commands. "This is going to be rough."
"I like it rough," I pant. "Fuck me, Si."
"I fucking love it when you call me that."
He kisses me impossibly hard, parting my thighs, and brushes his fingers along the dripping-wet seam of my pussy. We both groan.
He pushes inside without warning, drawing a cry from me, nails digging into his shoulders hard enough to leave marks. Silas's cock is huge, nearly splitting me in two. And yet, I want more. He doesn't give me time to adjust to the angle or the stretch, just fucks hard and fast like a machine. One hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my ass to hold me exactly where he wants me. I tilt my head back and let out a sultry moan.
"Eyes on me, Pretty Girl," he grits out. "I've been thinking about doing this since the day you moved in. I wanted to bend you over this counter where we eat breakfast and make you scream my name."
The angle hits perfectly, finding that spot that makes starsexplode behind my eyelids. "Oh god, Si... Right there. Don't stop!"
I'm already close, wound impossibly tight from anticipation and the sheer wrongness of being taken on the kitchen counter.
"I can tell you're almost there. Come for me. Let me feel it, baby."
My release crashes through me. I come with his name on my lips, clenching around him as pleasure rips through in waves. He follows seconds later, groaning into my neck, teeth scraping my sensitive skin. Both panting, both shaking, we stay frozen for a long moment before he pulls out carefully and helps me down on unsteady legs.
"That was..." I lean against his chest, needing contact. "Really amazing."
"One down." His grin does wicked things to me. "What's next on the list?"
