Then he nods.
Oh my god.
Ok. Ok, I need to find that fucking chill I’ve been looking for, stat.
But it’s nowhere to be found as I pull him to the couch to sit next to me, and I crash my lips to his in a desperate kiss as my body seems to take over and screamfinally.
We fall into a heated, messy kiss as I let my hand drift down to his belt again and undo it with less than graceful movements as my hand trembles with both nerves and excitement.
Once it’s undone, I slip my hand under his T-shirt to run up his stomach, andfuck. He’s all hard muscle and defined abs, and now I amfullyhard and fucking aching.
“Take this off,” I mutter against his lips, tugging at the hem of his shirt.
I sit back to let him pull his T-shirt over his head, and Jesus fucking Christ…
All I can do is stare at him, letting my eyes roam over his defined muscles and strong, lean build, then up to his face, nowframed by his messy dark blond hair hanging loose around his face with his hat off.
“Fuck,” I breathe out.
His gaze falls to my T-shirt as well, then lifts to meet my eyes again with one brow raised.
With a huff, I grab the hem and lift it over my head, tossing it aside with his.
I watch him as his gaze slowly roams over my bare chest, like he’s cataloguing every part of me, and committing every muscle to memory. When our eyes meet again, he pulls in a breath.
“Fuck,” he says quietly.
My lips are on his before I can even form another thought. I let my hands roam over him until my fingers reach his pants again, and I just fucking go for it.
I slide his zipper down, and when my fingers brush over his hard cock in his boxers, my heart damn near skips a beat. And the small groan that escapes him only urges me on, giving me the courage to slip my hand into his boxers, and wrap my fingers around him.
Holy shit. I can’t believe I’m fucking doing this.
His hand lifts to the back of my head as I stroke him, his fingers twisting in my hair as a heavy breath escapes him.
The sensations of Silas fucking Gallant surround me, pulling me under and holding me as a more-than-willing hostage while my tongue moves against his and I stroke him again and again. I let myself get lost in him as his breathing quickens and his grip on my hair tightens, and I kiss him even harder. I can’t fucking get enough.
I want more. Ineedmore of him.
I pull my hand out of his pants and grab the waistband, pushing it down. He releases me as his hands drop, and he lifts his hips to push his pants and boxers down, and I break our kiss to look.
Oh my god.
Oh my fucking god.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on, and I’m staring at a hard dick.
Mybest friend’shard dick.
A groan escapes me as my hand moves to my own dick, and I squeeze it through my jeans to release some of the pressure that’s quickly building. Then I immediately undo my buckle and zipper and push my pants and boxers off.
Silas’s eyes widen as they fall down my body and he pulls a deep breath in before he meets my gaze again.
I take a moment to look into his eyes, searching for any sign that he doesn’t want to do this. But it’s not there. All I see is hunger and heat.
So I grab the back of his head and pull him into another kiss, and when his hand slides up my thigh and wraps around my cock, I groan against his lips.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter as he slowly strokes me, and pleasure slams into me like a fucking truck.
