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“They looked amazing on you, Evie. Everything looks amazing on you.”
My gaze flies to his, widening at the intensity I see. “You’re laying it on a little thick. It makes me nervous that you’re going to do another one-eighty, and Silas, I don’t think I can do this if you’re going to keep changing your mind.”
He swallows, his hands sliding up my biceps, rounding over my shoulder, and settling against either side of my neck. “I’m going to mess up, and sometimes, I’m going to be an asshole. But I promise you.” He pauses, using his thumbs to tilt my face toward him. “I promise you I’ll always come back to you with an apology and a promise to get better, to be better. I’m not perfect, Evangeline, but I’ll try. For you, I’ll try.
I place my hand over his heart, feeling the fast rhythm as if his heart is trying to communicate with me. “I don't want you to be perfect, Silas. I just want you to want to be with me. And then not having immediate regrets and saying things like this was a mistake. I deserve more than that, more than the constant reminder of my temporary place here.”
His eyes close, his lashes a dark smudge against his cheekbones. “I’m sorry, Evie. I’m so fucking sorry.” He opens his eyes, pinning me with his brown eyes. They look nearly black in this light, with this level of emotion behind them. “And I’ll spend every day showing you just how much. Starting now.”
And then Silas St. James sinks to his knees.
29
SILAS
The tile floor bites into my kneecaps, but it’s a small price to pay to be this close to Evangeline. She’s wearing one of those lounge sets, thin cotton sleep shorts and an oversized shirt that keeps falling off of her shoulder.
I lean my forehead against her stomach, my hands curling around the backs of her bare thighs. Her skin feels warm and smooth, a stark contrast to the cool tile beneath me.
“I’m so sorry, Evie,” I murmur, letting my lips brush against the fabric of her shirt with every word. “I’m sorry, and I’ll keep telling you every single day until you believe me.”
“I don’t want your words, Silas,” she murmurs with a small shake of her head.
I look up at her, my body sinking back on my heels as I position myself at eye-level with her pussy. I curl my fingers around the edges of her sleep shorts from behind, tugging the material until it’s taut against her. I drink in the sight of her, the way the fabric clings to the outline of her perfect cunt.
My mouth fucking waters as anticipation sinks its fangs into my bloodstream. “Then how about I apologize with my tongue.”
I press my lips against the fabric of her shorts in a chaste kiss, and she inhales sharply. The electricity between us buzzes, an audible feeling that skates down my spine. It drowns out all sound and rational thought, and I feel a little unhinged.
And I haven’t even gotten my mouth on her yet. Not properly, really.
The fabric is soft against my lips, but I feel the tension in her body as my tongue presses against it. I pull the fabric tighter, swirling my tongue around her clit as she lets out a low groan. Her hand flies to my shoulder, her fingers flexing against me with every swirl of my tongue.
“Mm, fuck me,” I mutter against her, feeling lightheaded with arousal already. It feels like a current passing between us, a fucking live wire of unbridled desire.
“Jesus, Silas. What are you doing?” she says with a gasp.
“Having a midnight snack, baby.” I suck her clit through the fabric of her shorts, feeling it swell under my mouth as she arches her neck back and moans.
I hook my thumb around one leg opening, tugging it to the side and exposing her perfect pussy. Pink and soft and so wet already. I drag the tip of my tongue through her arousal, swirling it around her entrance, and savoring the taste of her.
Her breath hitches, and I can feel her trembling underneath my touch.
“Silas,” she groans my name.
“Yeah, Evie?” I look up at her, sliding my tongue inside her cunt.
“Fuck,” she curses low, her hand sliding into my hair.
“Yeah, baby,” I murmur before I drag the edge of my teeth over her clit.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes.
I smirk against her soft flesh, pride fizzing inside my veins like that popping candy.
“Someone could see us,” she protests, but it’s weak.
“You want an audience, Evie? You want them to see how you come all over my tongue, yeah?” I drag my tongue through her folds, savoring the taste of her. I’m careful not to rush, enjoying myself entirely too much. The way she squirms backward and shifts forward in the same breath, grinding her cunt against my face.
