“Why not now?” I check the time on the clock against the far wall. “We have like fifteen minutes until we open.”
Silas looks around the boutique. For what, I’m not sure. “Don’t you want to go out first? Get some breakfast or something?”
“No! That’s a date and we’re not dating.”
He nods, eyebrows still drawn. “Oh yeah. Right. Um, okay.” He’s still looking around the boutique. Maybe he just can’t look at me? “Since you live with your grandmother, why don’t we go back to my place?”
I gape at him. What part of a quick fuck is he not understanding? “No, that’s too much like a date.”
Silas finally looks at me, confusion written all over his face. “Okay, so how do you want to do this?”
I look around and nod my head toward the back. “How about back there?”
Silas’s mouth drops open. He points a finger down at his feet. “Here? As in, the middle of my boutique? Where anyone walking by could look right through that glass and see?” He scoffs. “No. Absolutely not.”
Well, shit. This is not going as well as I thought. Silas doesn’t seem to have any idea of what casual sex means. “It’s a quickie, Silas. It’s supposed to be spontaneous and take place anywhere with even a modicum of privacy. You’re making this fucking difficult. If not here or your place or my place, where the hell are we supposed to do this?”
“You decide,” he says. As if he’s given me some good options. He’s the local. He would know of any private make-out spots, not me.
“I don’t know!” I throw my hands up, thoroughly frustrated.
“Really?” He walks closer, the redness leaving his face. He looks down at me, all serious. This casual-sex thing isn’t feeling all that casual now. “Fine. I’ve decided we’ll go back to my place after work and do it there.”
“No!” I fold my arms across my chest. Why is he trying to make this something when it’s not? Going back to his place after work is calculated. This is supposed to be spontaneous and in the heat of the moment. Not. A. Date. “I’ll decide.”
Silas rolls his eyes at me. “That’s what I said in the first place.”
“Well, I didn’t realize you have zero concept of fucking.”
Silas moves suddenly. I blink and he’s right in front of me, dipping down and picking me up like I’m light as a feather. The room tilts and I let out a whoosh of air as he throws me over his thick shoulder.
“Hey!” I beat a fist against his ass but he doesn’t break stride.
I crane my neck to see what he’s doing. He walks over to the front door, twists the lock, flips the sign to closed, and then marches to the back storage room. The curtain flaps closed behind us and then the world tilts again as he sets me down on my feet, my back pressed against a wall. All the blood has rushed to my head.
Silas crowds me, his hard chest barely giving me room to breathe. His deep blue eyes are boring into mine as his hands slide to my hips. A shiver runs down my back, feeling his whole length pressed against me. All this time together in the boutique and we’ve never crossed that line. So many times there was sexual tension in the air that I ignored because he was my boss, and clearly he wasn’t attracted to me. Right?
“You’re wrong, storm cloud. I have very good ideas about fucking. I just prefer to make love to a woman I’m dating.”
“We’re not dating!” I manage to wheeze. I’m having trouble breathing and it has nothing to do with how tightly he’s holding me.
Silas bends his head so close, his nose brushes against my cheek. “So. Shut. The fuck. Up.”
My eyes go wide. Mr. Nice Guy has some teeth. Before I can make a snarky comment, his mouth attacks mine, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. I give it to him, mostly because I’m so shocked at his level of aggressiveness. I fucking love it. Shivers rack my entire body, my muscles both locked up tight in anticipation and melting into a puddle at his touch. His hands slide up my sides to cup my breasts, not that there’s much to cup. Silas zeroes in on my painfully tight nipples through my shirt, twisting them between his fingers until I cry out in pleasure into his mouth.
He lets one nipple go to grab my leg and hitch my knee over his hip. My skirt hikes up at the movement and now he’s the one groaning. He grinds himself against my center, the long hard length of him making my eyes roll back in my head. Oh dear God, the man is everywhere, overwhelming my senses in an instant. All the while I’m in shock. Who knew the level-headed, smiling gentleman, Silas Grey Winthrop, had it in him to drive a woman absolutely wild?
I sure as hell didn’t.
“Condom,” Silas pulls back enough to whisper against my lips. “Back pocket. Get it.”
My eyes fly open and I see Silas’s half-hooded stare above me. He rips his polo off and his hands are already unbuckling his belt. I swallow hard and reach around to find his wallet in his back pocket. I flip it open and reach inside with shaking fingers. There’s a foil packet I take out, trying to hand it to him. He shakes his head with a grunt.
“You put it on,” he orders. Another shiver runs up my body.
Fucking hell. He’s ordering me around.
And Ilikeit.
