“Guess you should have known all along that you belonged to me.” He hooked my leg up over his hip when he said it, just putting enough pressure at my center to feel the hardness that begged back.
He rocked against me, slow but sure.
Tiny fireworks sparked behind my eyes. A promise of what was coming.
I clawed at his shoulders, and he released a low chuckle at my ear. “Not even close to having you yet, and you’re already lighting up.”
“I need you.”
“You have me, baby. And you always will.”
Silas carefully edged back and rose up on his knees.
His skin crawled with lust. With desperate, tapped need. He curled his fingers into my tee. “Gonna strip you bare. You good with that?”
“I’m already bare, Silas. Stripped bare because of you.”
I sat up a little so he could lift my shirt over my head. Cool air brushed my flesh as he pulled it free and tossed it to the floor.
I wasn’t wearing a bra, and he heaved a breath and cupped my left breast. “So damned pretty. So sexy. Nothing but a fantasy that bashed through the armor in my world.”
I pushed into his touch, tilting my head back in pure supplication.
“Please,” I whispered again. Just in case he didn’t get the hint.
“No need to beg, my eager girl,” he rumbled into the tension that hung heavy in the room. “It’s already yours. Lay back.”
It was a soft grunt, and I hurried to comply, the rise and fall of my chest stuttered as my head hit the pillow.
Silas eyed me intently as he hooked his fingers in the waist of my leggings, and his teeth raked his bottom lip like maybe he needed to prepare himself.
I knew this was different for him, too. That neither of us had ever experienced another this way.
This thing that felt so utterly surreal.
So utterly profound.
Silas started to peel them down, taking my underwear with them. A low groan rolled out of him as he edged back and dragged them all the way down my legs.
Slowly.
Like he was savoring every inch that he exposed.
He tossed those aside, too, and then he was rising up high on his knees, staring at me.
A flashfire erupted across my skin. Flames licking hot over my naked body, those eyes searing me all the way through.
“How’s it I have a goddess in my bed?”
Redness streaked, and I squirmed.
“You have any idea what you do to me?” His words scraped over me like rough, desperate caresses. “Have any idea the way you flipped everything upside down? Crashing into my life like you did?”
“I doubt it’s half of what you did to me.”
“Promise you it’s a whole lot more than that. I may not deserve you, Brinley Webber, but I’m going to spend my whole life trying to.”
Dipping down, his mouth possessed mine, his kiss deep and long and slow. His lips sweeping over mine in fluttery brushes.
