"Umm hmm," I mumble, and Silas tightens his arm around me. I want to tell him that I'll move anywhere he wants, whenever he wants, but I can't keep my eyes open. I drape my leg over his hip, trying to communicate my ownership over him with my body when words fail.
"I'll never forget this night for as long as I live," Silas whispers against my hair. It should be sweet, but it sounds an awful lot like he's saying goodbye.
If this man thinks I'm going anywhere, he has another thing coming. But I'm too exhausted by tonight's activities to deal with his nonsense. I'll give him a morning talking to and if he doesn't piss me off too badly, I'll get on my knees so he will always know what he's missing if he gets any more ridiculous thoughts in that handsome, albeit thick, head of his about saying goodbye to me.
I mean it when I told Silas I am his. But that means Silas Jansen ismine.
Content with my plan, I drift off to sleep with a dull ache between my legs and warmth in my heart.
Chapter five
Silas
Iawaken in an empty bed and sit up quickly, looking around my room as if I might find Dolly hidden in the corners. The sharp pang in my heart when I find her missing is a precursor to how unpleasant it will be to take her home this morning.
We made love two more times last night. Once, I woke up and she had her mouth wrapped around my cock. It was like nothing I'd ever experienced in my life. After she swallowed my release, I pulled her up the bed and made her keep her hands on the headboard until I tasted her full release on my tongue.
The sounds of her panting cries still ring in my ears, and my cock is as hard as a steel pipe thinking about what else I'd like to do with Dolly.
As I was drifting off in the early morning, I think she said she loved me, but sleep took me under before I could respond. What if she changes her mind? I need to make sure she doesn't.
I grab my phone, trying to find a way to make a reservation at Vance's restaurant tonight, but decide I should see if Dolly's available first. She might have other plans for all I know. The quick anger that rises into my chest when I think of her out with someone else is uncharacteristic of me, but it's there all the same.
Pulling on some flannel pants, I stalk to the door of my bedroom and throw it open, ready to let Dolly know I'll fight any man who asks her out from now on. The smells of breakfast greet me, and it should calm me down, but I'm a primal animal ready to mark my territory. My fists clench, and adrenaline pumps through my body as I prepare to convince the woman of my dreams that she's mine.
The sound of music floats down the hallway as I get closer to the kitchen, soft and low, like she didn't want to wake me.
When I turn the corner, I stop short. She's wearing my flannel and nothing else. It hugs her curvy frame like a dream, and I want to rip it off her to see what's underneath before I ask her to put it on again. Her thick thighs are bare, and her hair is piled up on her head in a way that screams of sex.
She's shaking her butt to the music as she scrambles eggs in the pan at the stove. The moment is surreal. It's like a glimpse into a crystal ball of the future I want so badly, I can taste it. The fear that she might leave, might never be in my kitchen again, never be mine again, clutches at my heart with icy hands, and I swallow hard.
Dolly turns around and jumps when she spots me. She places a hand on her chest and says something to me, but my heartbeat is pounding as I try to get my bearings.
"Silas?" Dolly walks over to me, concern etched across her gorgeous face, and I shake my head.
"I'm fine." I stare down at her and then pull her into my arms, crushing her to my chest like a big oaf. She doesn't seem to mind, though. Dolly snuggles against me, running her hands up and down my back in a way I like a lot.
"Morning, baby," she says softly, and I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of her hair. Having Dolly in my arms calms me better than any medicine in the world could.
"I like you in this," I say finally. Lifting the hem of the flannel up, I find her completely bare underneath and I moan, burying my mouth against her neck.
"Couldn't find my panties this morning," Dolly says, her voice breathy. "It was too cold to go outside and check your truck."
I dip my finger between her cheeks, and she lets out a little gasp. "I need a shower first..." Her little pants of pleasure make me want to ignore her protests, but I remove my finger all the same, making a silent vow to explore all of her the next time she lets me.
Groaning, I grab a handful of her ass as I remember what we did in the truck last night. The reminder of her taste has my cock thickening in my pants, and I pull her against me.
"First, we eat." Dolly squirms out of my embrace and runs to the stove, turning off the heat as she curses about browning the eggs. I want to tell her I'm only hungry for one thing, but my stomach growls, and I decide not to protest when she fills my plate.
We eat at the little table, passing the plate of toast and jam like we've done this a thousand times. The more she smiles at me, the more I want to demand she stay. Hell, I want to propose, but I'll lose her forever if she thinks I'm crazy. Slow and steady wins the race, right?
How am I going to sleep without her in my bed tonight? I'll just have to make sure she's in it.
I clear my throat. "Do you like Vance's food?"
Dolly smiles at me. "Yes. I've gone there with the girls quite a few times. It's delicious. He's so good. Vance has a thing for Nora, so Whitney and I like to pick his place for our nights out in the hopes of getting them together."
"Is it working?" I ask, curious about the life she has in town.
