I wasn’t sure he meant for me to hear it, but my lips curved against his skin. It was good to know I was making a good impression.
I pushed him down to the bed, following him, and lost myself in finding each sensitive spot that made him gasp or moan until he was begging for release.
He closed his eyes, teeth digging into his bottom lip, as I slicked lube over his cock. “Feels good.”
“Look at me, darlin’,” I whispered. “Please.”
His eyes opened, catching mine, hazy with pleasure. “Please, Bry.”
“You want more?”
He nodded, swallowing hard.
I pressed my lips to his collarbone, and lowered my hips, dragging my slick cock against his. He clutched at my hips and widened his legs, meeting me thrust for thrust.
We could have fucked, but I was too impatient for all the prep and mess of anal. I just wanted to touch and taste and smell him, to memorize the scent of our bodies together, as we made each other feel good.
“You’re so fucking sweet,” I groaned as my orgasm neared.
Silas gave a breathless laugh. “Not eve—oh god. I’m almost there.”
I leaned back, taking us both in hand again, and stroked. Silas lowered his right hand, holding us too. He worked his hips, thrusting up into our fists.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” I said. “Come for me, Silas. I want to feel you spill.”
He went rigid, arching as his cock pulsed. As soon as his dick throbbed against mine and that hot wash of pleasure hit my hand, I was gone.
I shuddered hard, releasing all the pent-up desire I had for only this man. Silas had crawled under my skin, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough of him.
Which was a problem, because he wanted this to be casual. And casual usually meant temporary.
I collapsed next to him, our legs still tangled, and breathed hard into the pillow. Silas sighed and ran his fingers through my hair. It was that gentle touch, more than anything else, that gave me the courage to persist.
I rolled onto my side to face him. “Silas, why can’t we have more?”
He immediately tensed. “You know I can’t.”
I lay a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, I’m not pushing you. I’m just asking…why? I’d like to understand.”
He went silent. I trailed kisses down his arm. “You don’t have to tell me. I just feel like there must be something I’m missing. We’re really good together.”
He sighed. “You wouldn’t accept the answer that I’m just not a relationship guy?”
“Only if it’s true.”
He smiled ruefully. “I’m not that good of an actor to make you believe that, am I?”
“You’re pretty good, but hopefully when we’re together, you’re not acting.”
He tugged the sheet over his naked body and pushed upto sit against the headboard. I sat up too, sensing this was going to get heavy.
“It’s not easy for me to talk about. It’s kind of cliche. Wedding planner meets boy. Wedding planner agrees to marry boy. Wedding planner gets jilted at the altar.”
I sucked in a breath. “Are you serious?”
His smile was mocking, but it seemed to be directed at himself. “The wedding planner who couldn’t close the deal. No wonder I ran halfway across the country, right? I couldn’t show my face there again.”
“Oh, baby. Surely people knew it wasn’t your fault. That man must have been the biggest idiot ever to let you down like that.”
