His body was hard in all the right places, and I had zero doubt that the sex tonight was going to beamazing.
CHAPTER 4
Silas
I ledBryson into my living room, uncharacteristically nervous. This was the part I did well, but the soft, warm look in his eyes unnerved me.
Where had this man come from? If I didn’t know better, I’d think Iola and Lula were fairy godmothers with magical powers instead of busybodies who got it wrong most of the time.
Except tonight, that is. Because they’d gotten itveryright with this gorgeous man.
My black cat, Morticia, slunk into the room, blending with the shadows until I flipped on the lamp by the end of the sofa. She immediately wound herself around Bryson’s ankles as if she, too, was irresistibly drawn to the man.
“Hey there,” Bryson said in a soft voice. “Aren’t you pretty?”
Magnolia, an orange butterball of a cat as ungainly as Morticia was graceful, perched on the back of a chair. Bryson’s eyes lit up when he saw her.
“You’ve got Halloween cats!”
I smiled. “Yep. But Morticia is making me jealous. Maybe I want to rub all over you.”
He grinned. “I do have that effect on some people.”
“Just some?” I feigned surprise. “I was thinking maybe you wore some sort of aphrodisiac that no man—or cat—could resist.”
He hooked an arm around my waist and tugged me close. “Someone doesn’t want to admit they like me,” he teased.
I slipped my arms around his neck, pressing close enough for our chests to graze. “I like you. I’d like you even more in my bedroom.”
“What? I don’t get a tour?”
I pulled out of his arms with a pout. “You, sir, are a tease.”
“Nah,” he said. “I just believe in anticipation.” He bent to murmur in my ear, “It’ll be so much better when we finally get there.”
Goosebumps broke out on my skin. Damn, but this man said all the right things. “Fine, a drink. What will it be?”
“Just water. Need to stay hydrated.” He winked.
“Now you’re talking.” I went to the kitchen to fill a glass with ice and water, then returned to find him settled onto my sofa with Morticia in his lap.
“You’re not a home-wrecker, are you?” I joked. “Because Morticia and I are about to have words.”
He laughed, eyes light. “Sorry, darlin’.” He nudged Morticia to the floor, and she glared up in indignation. “This lap is reserved for the man of my dreams.”
“You sweet-talker,” I said, but I took the invitation and lowered myself onto his lap, one knee on each side.
Bryson took the glass from my hand, drained half of it, throat moving as he swallowed, and set it aside. Then as I stillgazed at his wet lips, captivated, he wrapped a hand around the nape of my neck and dragged me into a kiss.
His lips and tongue were chilled from the water, but he tasted sweet and earthy from dinner. I slid my fingers into his messy curls, tugging his head back to deepen the kiss.
He groaned into my mouth, and dear god, that was a sexy sound. My cock was reaching critical mass in my too-tight jeans. “Ready for the tour yet?” I asked breathlessly.
“Bedroom first,” he rasped.
Finally.
I clambered to my feet and grabbed his hand to lead him down the hall. The master bedroom was on the left. I dragged him inside, right over to my bed, and pushed him to sit on the edge.
