Silas slid his hands under my coat and outer shirt, tugging at my undershirt until he found skin. He ran his hands up my flanks.
I broke the kiss to feast on his neck. “God,Silas. Let me have you again. Please. My place is only a couple of blocks away.”
He shuddered. “Just sex?”
I hesitated, and he tensed. But no way was I letting a label ruin this. “Whatever you want, Sy.” I recaptured his lips in a desperate kiss. “Just no more pretending we don’t want each other.”
His hot breath gusted against my cheek as I drew back. “Okay. Take me to your place. I’ve got an hour before my next appointment.”
CHAPTER 15
Silas
I was vibratingwith need by the time I got to Bryson’s little apartment on the second floor of an old house carved up into room rentals. I didn’t waste time looking around. As soon as the door closed behind us, I threw myself at him.
I no longer had the will to resist the pull between us.
We kissed, hot and frenzied, while we tugged at each other’s clothes. Ordinarily, I’d take more care with my clothing—suits were expensive—but these were no ordinary circumstances.
I pushed at his coat. “Take this off. Hurry.”
He shrugged out of it, letting it drop to the floor, then pulled his shirt over his head, baring a chest sprinkled with golden hair. I stepped close, breathing him in as I placed a kiss on his breastbone.
“You too.” He untucked my shirt and brushed his fingers over bare skin. “I need to see if my memory did you justice.”
“Oh, let’s not go there,” I said with a laugh as I took off myjacket and hung it on the back of a chair, then started on my buttons. “I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“Impossible.” He toed off his shoes while watching me shed my shirt. “You’re gorgeous. I wanted you the moment I saw you.”
“Same here,” I said. “I believe I tried to talk you into skipping the date and staying in.”
Bryson chuckled and pulled me back into his arms, lowering his lips to my shoulder. “Mm. I said anticipation would make it better, didn’t I?”
“Well, we’ve got a lot of anticipation now.”
He went to his knees. “My mouth is watering with it.”
My cock gave a pulse of need, seeing him so close to where I needed him. He slowly unfastened my pants and pushed them over my hips.
The fabric pooled at my ankles, leaving me in boring navy blue briefs, my hard-on tenting the cotton in a lewd display of my desire.
“No sexy thong today,” I said. “Sorry.”
Bryson’s gaze met mine. “You don’t need a thong to be sexy.”
He leaned in and nuzzled my dick through the cloth, and pleasure zinged through me. I sucked in a sharp breath and grabbed his shoulders to stay on my feet.
He continued to rub his face over my underwear, making me harden even more, while helping me step out of my shoes and pants.
“Bryson, enough teasing,” I begged. “Touch me for real.”
He smirked up at me. “Not so fast. After all this waiting, we should take our time and enjoy it.”
I groaned with frustration. “I’d enjoy my cock in your mouth a lot more. Or yours in mine. I’m not picky.”
“Oh, really? And here I thought you had such great taste.”
“Oh, I’m very picky about some things,” I assured him, reaching down to catch his jaw in my hand. “Why do you think I’m so desperate for you?”
